You Can Be Happy Chapter 1 (House/Stacy)
Ok, this is a story that I have posted on the Fox House forum (about two years ago) but decided to post it here. I wanted to write about House and Stacy's past, so based on lines that they said to one another or about one another, I would write a chapter explaining that line. I hope you all will like it. I wrote this my senior year in college during my Post-Civil War US History Class. I still got an A in the class so, no, I don't regret doing what I did. :)
The first chapter is in reference to this line in 'Hunting': Memory serves, quick climb up Mt. Gregory and you dozed through a seal hunt. Clubbing, shrieking.
Here it is:
Chapter 1: Mt. Gregory
“Ahhhh!” Stacy let out a blood curling scream. House looked up from the crossword puzzle he was filling out in bed just in time to see Stacy run from the bathroom and leap right onto his lap. As she fell quite hard on him, burying her head into his chest, House let out a groan and a scream of his own, “Owww!”
“Why did you just knee me in the balls?” he winced breathing hard, “They are a very important part of my favorite asset.”
Not moving her head from his chest, she said in a muffled voice, “Greg, there’s a mouse in the bathtub!”
“All of that for a mouse?” He asked as he attempted to get up, “You’re such a girl.”
Stacy grabbed his arm and pulled him back down close to her, “Where are you going?”
House looked down at Stacy and kissed her on the forehead, “I’m going to go catch the mouse. I don’t think my body can take another one of your beatings.”
“Ok, fine,” she reluctantly let go of him and instead went to seek protection under the covers on the bed.
House rose gingerly from the bed and walked out of the room hunched over, still in a considerable amount of pain. He came back to the bedroom a couple of minutes later. Stacy slowly peeked out from the comforts of the blankets and saw that House was wearing latex gloves and was holding a brown box. She looked at him inquisitively, “So are you planning on killing it or performing surgery?”
“I can’t kill it, unless you want to clean up all of the blood because I know I’m not gonna do it. That is not in my job description.” House walked into the bathroom and saw the little brown mouse scurrying frantically in the tub. He chuckled softly to himself thinking about how scared this tiny little mouse made Stacy. He knelt down beside the bath tub and trapped the mouse in the brown box without too much trouble. House took the box and headed back to the bedroom.
Holding the box out to Stacy he asked, “So what do you wanna name him?” He peered into the box, “I’m sorry, what do you want to name her?”
Stacy’s eyes widened and she shrieked, scooting back in the bed until her spine was practically engrained into the headboard, “Gregory House! Get that mouse out of here now or I’m leaving!”
Even though she was just bluffing about leaving, a noticeable frown appeared on House’s face. “Fine, you win.”
Looking down into the box as he was leaving the room he spoke to the mouse, “I’m sorry, I tried to fight for you. Mommy said it was either you or me, and quite frankly, I’m the better lover.”
Stacy smiled at that comment. She couldn’t see House but he was smiling too. After freeing the mouse and watching it run off into the chilly night, House crawled into bed and wrapped his arms around Stacy whispering into her ear, “It’s gone now.”
She turned to face him and smiled. “Thank you,” she whispered back. Then Stacy climbed on top of Greg, head once again buried in his chest, arms wrapped tightly around his very fit torso.
House looked down at her. “Well, if I would have known that capturing a mouse would turn you on this much, I would have turned this house upside down months ago searching for those little varmints.”
“No, Greg, there still could be more mice,” she shuddered at the thought. “I’m not going to sleep at all tonight.”
House rubbed her arms gently and then lifted her chin up with his thumb. “Well, since you’re already up there….” He wiggled his eyebrows up and down suggestively.
Stacy sat on top of him, “Is that all you ever think about?”
House placed his hands on her waist, “You make it so hard for me to think of anything else.”
Stacy gazed down at him, silently laughing at the double entendre, and caught his stare, his beautiful blue eyes that seemed to be emote both innocence and sadness. Tracing his lips with lightly with her thumb, she bent down and kissed him. His lips always provided a refuge, a place where she felt safe, a place where nothing could harm her. House deepened the kiss, using his tongue to softly caress hers while gently massaging her back. She relaxed her body, finally forgetting about the mouse, and threw herself feverishly into the kiss.
Afterwards, Stacy lay in House’s arms as he absently ran his fingers softly up and down her spine. She was slowly drifting off to sleep but House could not sleep. He stared off into the distance thinking about he much he cared for Stacy, even though he hadn’t told her yet. They had been dating for six months although it didn’t seem that long. It had all been a blur, so much passion and energy, yet they still hadn’t confronted each other openly about their feelings. He had wanted to tell her for so long how he felt but he was afraid, never before had he shown weakness to anyone. But Stacy was different from everyone else.
House smiled as he recalled the first time they met....