Glass Waltz: Chapter 89 (031. Swear)
Title: Glass Waltz (89)
Fandoms: House/24/MI5
Characters/Pairing: Greg House/Brittany House, referenced Brittany House/Michael Colefield and one-sided Brittany House/Jacob Lindsay
Prompt: 031. Swear
Word Count: 1008
Rating: PG-13 for language, violence, and adult subject matter.
Spoilers: None for this part
Summary: A killer's dying wish brings his last victim to life.
Author's Notes: The 89th chapter of an ongoing novel. All chapter subtitles are from the song "30 Minutes" by TATU.
Eighty-nine.
Crossed Hearts.
do i stay
June 13, 2011
9:26 P.M. EST
Princeton, New Jersey
House is sitting in a chair near the international baggage area, his son on his lap, waiting for her and Michael to step off the plane and come down the terminal hall to meet them. His son is clutching his teddy bear in his arms, trying to keep from squirming too much in his father's lap, but he's anxious. He wants to see his mother and he'd really like to see her sometime soon.
As everyone walks off the plane, House releases his son to run to his mother's arms. Jackson squeals excitedly, his father following behind as they walk to the exit of the customs area. The boy leaps up excitedly into his mother's arms and hugs her tight.
House smiles, then walks over and kisses his wife. Michael is quiet. Moreso than usual. He brushes it off as a bit of a tiredness, but the look in Michael's eyes is something that he'll have to ask about later. But right now, he just wants to hold her in his arms, and then take her home and let her get some sleep.
So he does that. Gives his thanks to Michael, before the man takes his leave, then wipes the tears from his wife's eyes and carries her things to the car, then makes the hour drive home to the house. Jackson is bouncing as they make the walk up the driveway. There's a picture he drew for his mother on her pillow, and he knows that while his mother wants to sleep, he's missed her very, very much.
"Everything is all set for you to get some sleep, babe, I made the bed and all that so you don't need to do anything," he takes her things into the bedroom, and puts his son to bed while she gets changed. When he walks back in a few minutes later, she's already curled up under the covers.
"You okay, babe?"
"I'm fine, Greg," She says. "I'm just tired." When in reality, she misses her ex-husband. She's curled in the bed, thinking about how she'd fallen asleep on his shoulder last night in bed. They hadn't done anything other than that last kiss, but she still feels guilty. She isn't going to tell her husband that, if he doesn't find out on his own. She doesn't need another thing to deal with right now.
"Baby," He gets undressed and slides under the blankets next to her, curling up and keeping warm by lying next to her. Not like he really needs it, because it's June, and New Jersey isn't in the middle of the Artic zone. But he wants to feel her against him. Wants to feel her body against his. Make sure she's really there.
That this isn't some crazy dream.
She curls into him, a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. "I'm so sorry," she murmurs. "That I don't know who hurt you. That I never found out who hurt you. I failed you."
"No, baby," he assures her. "The only way you could have hurt me, was by never coming home. I just wanted you to come home. And now you're here."
"But what good am I if I can't keep you safe?"
"It's over, Brittany. No more."
"It can't be that easy, Greg. People will always want to hurt us."
"We can't live waiting for the other shoe to drop." He says quietly. "We can't. That's not fair to us, or our son. We will live our lives one day at a time, and take it as it comes. But it's over. We're out of the game." He rubbed her shoulder. "You've got the coaching job, those boys that need you."
"I know, Greg," She says, as she snuggled up to him. "We've got to do this. We will do this." A deep breath. "I want to give our son a chance at a normal life. Something where mommy and daddy don't have to run across the globe to kill people." She wraps an arm around his stomach and presses her face into his chest. "I love you for everything. I'm sorry I didn't believe in you in the beginning, baby. I'm so sorry. I should have believed in you."
House shakes his head. "It wasn't to be." He has already come to a bit of peace about this, and he doesn't want to bring up the emotions again if he doesn't have to. "I wasn't the right man for the job. Sure I was lucky, but I could have been killed so many times. Our son could be without a father right now, because of my ego. I accept that. I'm okay with that. It's over and I'll never get into that again. My life is for our son, now. For our son, and for you."
He leans back into the pillow.
"I mean that. I'm done."
Brittany smiles slightly and presses a kiss to his chest. This is too easy, but at the moment, she doesn't care. She's just in the urge to sleep, and to wake up tomorrow and get her life in order. Not to mention, she's suffering from a horrible case of jet lag. She yawns and nuzzles close. "Don't wake me in the morning," she tells him.
"I won't," He says, chuckling quietly. "I don't know about Jackson, but I'll try."
"That's fine, babe." She yawns again and kisses his skin, then burrows into him and falls asleep.
House lies there, and yawns softly as he holds her in her arms, thankful to see her there. Feel her body against his own. He loves it. Wants it. Needs it.
He can't lose her.
A few hours later, he falls asleep, her in his arms.
He dreams of a plane flight years and years ago, of making out in the back of the jet, of a whirlwind marriage and romance. Of how he swore to stick by her. As he swore to be dedicated to her.
Even though he's dreaming, he knows that it's the truth. She is his, and he is hers, and that's how it'll always be. The game is over. Normal life could begin.
Right?
Fandoms: House/24/MI5
Characters/Pairing: Greg House/Brittany House, referenced Brittany House/Michael Colefield and one-sided Brittany House/Jacob Lindsay
Prompt: 031. Swear
Word Count: 1008
Rating: PG-13 for language, violence, and adult subject matter.
Spoilers: None for this part
Summary: A killer's dying wish brings his last victim to life.
Author's Notes: The 89th chapter of an ongoing novel. All chapter subtitles are from the song "30 Minutes" by TATU.
Eighty-nine.
Crossed Hearts.
do i stay
June 13, 2011
9:26 P.M. EST
Princeton, New Jersey
House is sitting in a chair near the international baggage area, his son on his lap, waiting for her and Michael to step off the plane and come down the terminal hall to meet them. His son is clutching his teddy bear in his arms, trying to keep from squirming too much in his father's lap, but he's anxious. He wants to see his mother and he'd really like to see her sometime soon.
As everyone walks off the plane, House releases his son to run to his mother's arms. Jackson squeals excitedly, his father following behind as they walk to the exit of the customs area. The boy leaps up excitedly into his mother's arms and hugs her tight.
House smiles, then walks over and kisses his wife. Michael is quiet. Moreso than usual. He brushes it off as a bit of a tiredness, but the look in Michael's eyes is something that he'll have to ask about later. But right now, he just wants to hold her in his arms, and then take her home and let her get some sleep.
So he does that. Gives his thanks to Michael, before the man takes his leave, then wipes the tears from his wife's eyes and carries her things to the car, then makes the hour drive home to the house. Jackson is bouncing as they make the walk up the driveway. There's a picture he drew for his mother on her pillow, and he knows that while his mother wants to sleep, he's missed her very, very much.
"Everything is all set for you to get some sleep, babe, I made the bed and all that so you don't need to do anything," he takes her things into the bedroom, and puts his son to bed while she gets changed. When he walks back in a few minutes later, she's already curled up under the covers.
"You okay, babe?"
"I'm fine, Greg," She says. "I'm just tired." When in reality, she misses her ex-husband. She's curled in the bed, thinking about how she'd fallen asleep on his shoulder last night in bed. They hadn't done anything other than that last kiss, but she still feels guilty. She isn't going to tell her husband that, if he doesn't find out on his own. She doesn't need another thing to deal with right now.
"Baby," He gets undressed and slides under the blankets next to her, curling up and keeping warm by lying next to her. Not like he really needs it, because it's June, and New Jersey isn't in the middle of the Artic zone. But he wants to feel her against him. Wants to feel her body against his. Make sure she's really there.
That this isn't some crazy dream.
She curls into him, a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. "I'm so sorry," she murmurs. "That I don't know who hurt you. That I never found out who hurt you. I failed you."
"No, baby," he assures her. "The only way you could have hurt me, was by never coming home. I just wanted you to come home. And now you're here."
"But what good am I if I can't keep you safe?"
"It's over, Brittany. No more."
"It can't be that easy, Greg. People will always want to hurt us."
"We can't live waiting for the other shoe to drop." He says quietly. "We can't. That's not fair to us, or our son. We will live our lives one day at a time, and take it as it comes. But it's over. We're out of the game." He rubbed her shoulder. "You've got the coaching job, those boys that need you."
"I know, Greg," She says, as she snuggled up to him. "We've got to do this. We will do this." A deep breath. "I want to give our son a chance at a normal life. Something where mommy and daddy don't have to run across the globe to kill people." She wraps an arm around his stomach and presses her face into his chest. "I love you for everything. I'm sorry I didn't believe in you in the beginning, baby. I'm so sorry. I should have believed in you."
House shakes his head. "It wasn't to be." He has already come to a bit of peace about this, and he doesn't want to bring up the emotions again if he doesn't have to. "I wasn't the right man for the job. Sure I was lucky, but I could have been killed so many times. Our son could be without a father right now, because of my ego. I accept that. I'm okay with that. It's over and I'll never get into that again. My life is for our son, now. For our son, and for you."
He leans back into the pillow.
"I mean that. I'm done."
Brittany smiles slightly and presses a kiss to his chest. This is too easy, but at the moment, she doesn't care. She's just in the urge to sleep, and to wake up tomorrow and get her life in order. Not to mention, she's suffering from a horrible case of jet lag. She yawns and nuzzles close. "Don't wake me in the morning," she tells him.
"I won't," He says, chuckling quietly. "I don't know about Jackson, but I'll try."
"That's fine, babe." She yawns again and kisses his skin, then burrows into him and falls asleep.
House lies there, and yawns softly as he holds her in her arms, thankful to see her there. Feel her body against his own. He loves it. Wants it. Needs it.
He can't lose her.
A few hours later, he falls asleep, her in his arms.
He dreams of a plane flight years and years ago, of making out in the back of the jet, of a whirlwind marriage and romance. Of how he swore to stick by her. As he swore to be dedicated to her.
Even though he's dreaming, he knows that it's the truth. She is his, and he is hers, and that's how it'll always be. The game is over. Normal life could begin.
Right?