.004 Photo/Picture - Gregory House
Title: Black and White
Prompt/Number: 004. Photo/Picture
Rating: PG
Character/Fandom: Greg House/House
Word Count: 454
Gregory House has a sentimental streak.
He didn't like to spread it around, simply because nobody would believe that of him.
It was this streak that was responsible for the single photograph he kept tucked away in a corner of his drawer that not even Cameron dared encroach upon.
It was an old photo, of him and Stacy, taken right before he had the infarction...
"Hey, House!"
House turned around, scowling. "What, Jimmy?"
Wilson peered around a camera lens, grinning. "Say cheese!"
House glared at him. "If you don't get that out of my face, I'm going to say a lot more than that," he threatened.
Giving his friend an innocent look, Wilson wandered away, camera in hand, snapping various pictures of the guests assembled at the hospital's Fourth of July picnic.
Suddenly, he felt a pair of arms around his middle. "Now now, not in front of the children," he admonished, twisting around so he could wrap his arms around the woman behind him.
"Hey," said Stacy softly.
"Hey, yourslf," House replied back. "Are you having fun?"
Stacy shrugged. "Yeah, fine. You should have warned me doctors were so boring, I'd've brought a book," she said, pouting a little at him.
House rolled his eyes, before leaning down and giving her a quick kiss. "We can leave soon, I promise," he told her, giving her arm a squeeze.
Stacy gave him a look, before wandering away in search of the booze, House assumed.
~~~
Two weeks later, Wilson came sauntering into his tiny office, throwing a single black and white photograph on his cramped desk.
House looked up at him. "What are you so cheerful?" he asked.
Wilson just grinned at him. "She's special, House. Don't mess this up."
Once Wilson had left, House picked up the photograph. It was a picture of him and Stacy - they were looking into each other's eyes and smiling, like they were the only two people around. House stuck it in his drawer, pulling it out to look at every so often so that it got to be a habit. It was like having her with him, almost.
But then the infarction happened. Stacy stuck around, for a few months, anyway. But she eventually got tired of dealing with his crap, which was kind of the point in the first place, in his opinion. One night, she came to House and said she was moving out the next day. House told her to fuck off.
When Wilson dropped him off the next day after PT, he got inside to find that all of Stacy's stuff was gone.
And all House had left was that photograph. He didn't get rid of it, or stop looking at it, even when the pain it caused him rivalled the one in his thigh.
Some habits were just too hard to break.
Prompt/Number: 004. Photo/Picture
Rating: PG
Character/Fandom: Greg House/House
Word Count: 454
Gregory House has a sentimental streak.
He didn't like to spread it around, simply because nobody would believe that of him.
It was this streak that was responsible for the single photograph he kept tucked away in a corner of his drawer that not even Cameron dared encroach upon.
It was an old photo, of him and Stacy, taken right before he had the infarction...
"Hey, House!"
House turned around, scowling. "What, Jimmy?"
Wilson peered around a camera lens, grinning. "Say cheese!"
House glared at him. "If you don't get that out of my face, I'm going to say a lot more than that," he threatened.
Giving his friend an innocent look, Wilson wandered away, camera in hand, snapping various pictures of the guests assembled at the hospital's Fourth of July picnic.
Suddenly, he felt a pair of arms around his middle. "Now now, not in front of the children," he admonished, twisting around so he could wrap his arms around the woman behind him.
"Hey," said Stacy softly.
"Hey, yourslf," House replied back. "Are you having fun?"
Stacy shrugged. "Yeah, fine. You should have warned me doctors were so boring, I'd've brought a book," she said, pouting a little at him.
House rolled his eyes, before leaning down and giving her a quick kiss. "We can leave soon, I promise," he told her, giving her arm a squeeze.
Stacy gave him a look, before wandering away in search of the booze, House assumed.
~~~
Two weeks later, Wilson came sauntering into his tiny office, throwing a single black and white photograph on his cramped desk.
House looked up at him. "What are you so cheerful?" he asked.
Wilson just grinned at him. "She's special, House. Don't mess this up."
Once Wilson had left, House picked up the photograph. It was a picture of him and Stacy - they were looking into each other's eyes and smiling, like they were the only two people around. House stuck it in his drawer, pulling it out to look at every so often so that it got to be a habit. It was like having her with him, almost.
But then the infarction happened. Stacy stuck around, for a few months, anyway. But she eventually got tired of dealing with his crap, which was kind of the point in the first place, in his opinion. One night, she came to House and said she was moving out the next day. House told her to fuck off.
When Wilson dropped him off the next day after PT, he got inside to find that all of Stacy's stuff was gone.
And all House had left was that photograph. He didn't get rid of it, or stop looking at it, even when the pain it caused him rivalled the one in his thigh.
Some habits were just too hard to break.