Rebirth
Summary: House starts over.
Word Count: 364 word Drabble.
Spoiler: Season Premier, "Broken".
Disclaimer: I'm not crazy.
Every day, his life gets a little bit better.
Every day, he thinks about her a little bit less.
The ache in his heart is always there. It’s like the hole in his leg, because there’s no type of pill that can cure this kind of pain. At the same time, House isn’t sure that he wants it to be cured, because if it wasn’t there to begin with, he wouldn’t have had the chance to know Lydia. He wouldn’t have gotten to know her kindness; her smile, the way she looked at him that made him feel, for the first time in years, like he was a real human being. He wouldn’t have felt their bodies moving together, in a way that made him wonder, for the first time, if magic could possibly be real.
Otherwise, why would he come to love a stranger? How could a stranger come to love him?
She did love him; of this, he was certain. He was certain of this because he loved her. He had not loved since Stacy---at least not this openly. Before Lydia, he feared that all the love in the world had completely disappeared.
He would never forget the time they shared. She had made him want to be better, to be sane, to do good. To be good. And he had done good. He had done the right thing. People said that he wasn’t God. And he wasn’t…but then, if God didn't exist, how come he had witnessed a miracle? He had brought “Freedom Master” back from the dead. He had witnessed someone give someone else back their voice. He had found the part of his soul that he thought had been dead itself, and had resurrected the lost soul; he had become reborn.
He knew she saw him better than he really was.
She saw the person in him that he knew he could be.
And he was determined to continue to try to be that person at all costs.
Because otherwise, he would remain broken inside, and he still had a chance...because if every patient in the hospital was given a chance, there was no reason that Gregory House couldn’t come back from the dead.