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G through L › House
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
19
Views:
14,546
Reviews:
31
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own House, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 13
A/N- I apologize for the delay. My brain apparently decided it needed a vacation. It's back now.
This chapter is short. The next one will be longer.
Chapter 13
It was almost five o’clock, so he headed back to his office to collect Allison. He stopped short when he saw her, fast asleep on the couch, with his coat tucked half under her head and the other half as a blanket, legs pulled up under the coat and shoes kicked off next to the couch. He wasn’t sure whether to be relieved that she was comfortable and resting or miffed that she had stolen his coat.
He saw that she’d finished three of his charts, but there were still quite a few left. He picked up the stack and headed to his desk. He could finish the charting while Allison finished her nap. Otherwise, Allison would feel guilty and insist on finishing it herself.
An hour later, he’d gone through several more charts. It was getting late and he was getting hungry, so he walked over to the couch and sat down on the end, pondering the best way to wake up Allison. Startling her would be bad. He looked down and saw the edge of her foot peeking out from under the coat, and, although he knew it was an evil thing to do, ran his finger along the sole of her foot, tickling lightly.
She stirred, and he yanked his hand away before she could figure out what he’d been doing. “Allison?”
She blinked a few times and yawned lightly. “House? What time is it?”
“Around six. Ready to head home?”
She nodded and looked down, blushing when she realized she still had his coat. “I’m sorry. I should’ve asked.” She looked away as she handed it back to him.
“It’s okay.” And to his surprise, it actually was.
He escorted her out to his car, and was pleased to see her take a breath, square her shoulders, and walk into the parking lot without a pause, the snow swirling lightly around them as they made their way to the car.
Once on the highway, Allison turned to him “House?”
He glanced at her and saw her look away nervously. “Hmm?”
“Can I ask a favor?”
“Didn’t I tell you yesterday that you could?”
“I don’t want to take up too much of your time. You’ve probably got plans this evening.”
He shook his head. “Hooker’s not ‘til tomorrow night.”
The comment got the expected smile. “Do you mind if we stop by the grocery store? There’s not much food left in the house.”
“I’ve got time. Which one?”
She directed him to a large store a few blocks from her house. Inside, he followed around patiently while she did her shopping, sighing mentally as he saw what she was putting in her cart. What did she need diet food for? She’d always been thin, a bit too skinny, and she’d lost weight during her stay in the hospital. Besides, diet food always tasted so… diet. To House, food was something that should be enjoyed, rather than merely consumed. Allison didn’t seem to realize this. House was going to have to remedy this flaw.
She pretended not to notice when he switched her organic peanut butter for Skippy and her whole grain cereal for Froot Loops. By the time he swapped her non-fat lemon sorbet for a pint of Cherry Garcia, she turned around, hands on her hips, pretending to be angry. “You really are about five years old, aren’t you?”
He shot her his best innocent look, and, although she tried very hard not to laugh, she chuckled, rolling her eyes. His master plan of amuse and distract appeared to be working.
After that, he kept a running commentary about what went into her cart, complete with gagging noises at the jar of dill pickles. She picked up fresh fruit and veggies, along with a basket of mushrooms, ignoring his comment of “You realize that’s a fungus, right?”
After checkout, he helped her load the groceries into the trunk, and even carried a few bags into the house for her.
“You all set here?” He asked.
“Yeah.” She paused for a moment. “Um, I was going to make pasta for dinner. Would you like to stay?”
He froze. Another evening alone with Allison. This could be a very bad idea. She wasn’t just a colleague anymore, obviously. He didn’t spend hours late at night holding a colleague because she had a nightmare. She certainly wasn’t a friend. He couldn’t steal her sandwiches or call her at three a.m. out of boredom like he could Wilson. She wasn’t a lover, obviously. What was she, then? She didn’t fit into any of the neat little boxes he used to classify people. What the hell was he supposed to do?
This chapter is short. The next one will be longer.
Chapter 13
It was almost five o’clock, so he headed back to his office to collect Allison. He stopped short when he saw her, fast asleep on the couch, with his coat tucked half under her head and the other half as a blanket, legs pulled up under the coat and shoes kicked off next to the couch. He wasn’t sure whether to be relieved that she was comfortable and resting or miffed that she had stolen his coat.
He saw that she’d finished three of his charts, but there were still quite a few left. He picked up the stack and headed to his desk. He could finish the charting while Allison finished her nap. Otherwise, Allison would feel guilty and insist on finishing it herself.
An hour later, he’d gone through several more charts. It was getting late and he was getting hungry, so he walked over to the couch and sat down on the end, pondering the best way to wake up Allison. Startling her would be bad. He looked down and saw the edge of her foot peeking out from under the coat, and, although he knew it was an evil thing to do, ran his finger along the sole of her foot, tickling lightly.
She stirred, and he yanked his hand away before she could figure out what he’d been doing. “Allison?”
She blinked a few times and yawned lightly. “House? What time is it?”
“Around six. Ready to head home?”
She nodded and looked down, blushing when she realized she still had his coat. “I’m sorry. I should’ve asked.” She looked away as she handed it back to him.
“It’s okay.” And to his surprise, it actually was.
He escorted her out to his car, and was pleased to see her take a breath, square her shoulders, and walk into the parking lot without a pause, the snow swirling lightly around them as they made their way to the car.
Once on the highway, Allison turned to him “House?”
He glanced at her and saw her look away nervously. “Hmm?”
“Can I ask a favor?”
“Didn’t I tell you yesterday that you could?”
“I don’t want to take up too much of your time. You’ve probably got plans this evening.”
He shook his head. “Hooker’s not ‘til tomorrow night.”
The comment got the expected smile. “Do you mind if we stop by the grocery store? There’s not much food left in the house.”
“I’ve got time. Which one?”
She directed him to a large store a few blocks from her house. Inside, he followed around patiently while she did her shopping, sighing mentally as he saw what she was putting in her cart. What did she need diet food for? She’d always been thin, a bit too skinny, and she’d lost weight during her stay in the hospital. Besides, diet food always tasted so… diet. To House, food was something that should be enjoyed, rather than merely consumed. Allison didn’t seem to realize this. House was going to have to remedy this flaw.
She pretended not to notice when he switched her organic peanut butter for Skippy and her whole grain cereal for Froot Loops. By the time he swapped her non-fat lemon sorbet for a pint of Cherry Garcia, she turned around, hands on her hips, pretending to be angry. “You really are about five years old, aren’t you?”
He shot her his best innocent look, and, although she tried very hard not to laugh, she chuckled, rolling her eyes. His master plan of amuse and distract appeared to be working.
After that, he kept a running commentary about what went into her cart, complete with gagging noises at the jar of dill pickles. She picked up fresh fruit and veggies, along with a basket of mushrooms, ignoring his comment of “You realize that’s a fungus, right?”
After checkout, he helped her load the groceries into the trunk, and even carried a few bags into the house for her.
“You all set here?” He asked.
“Yeah.” She paused for a moment. “Um, I was going to make pasta for dinner. Would you like to stay?”
He froze. Another evening alone with Allison. This could be a very bad idea. She wasn’t just a colleague anymore, obviously. He didn’t spend hours late at night holding a colleague because she had a nightmare. She certainly wasn’t a friend. He couldn’t steal her sandwiches or call her at three a.m. out of boredom like he could Wilson. She wasn’t a lover, obviously. What was she, then? She didn’t fit into any of the neat little boxes he used to classify people. What the hell was he supposed to do?