That's not quite true I'm writing a smutty thing about our favorite "administratrice" these days. But right now I'm feeling like shipping House and Stacy ... (don't throw stones). This is only an OS inspired by a song. A -not-really-new- but I can't stop analyse Stacy's feelings at this point of their relationship ... No beta for this story, so forgive my mistakes please. (anyway I don't know who's gonna read that, but still if you do, thanks for reading).
Title : "Try"
Author : scholastik
Rating : PG - 13 (to be safe because I use one bad word in the OS (I'm dumb concerning ratings))
Pairing : Fading House/Stacy
Spoilers : If you haven't seen season 1, this isn't for you xD
Disclaimer : This is not mine, neither the song nor House's characters, settings, location and all.
Summary : Aftermath of the infraction, this is not a song-fic though is really inspired by the wonderful Michael Penn's song "Try".
"I can't do this anymore!
I'm gonna hate you in the end ..."
She had said the words she had been afraid of for almost five months.
Every day she had been closer to say this than the day before and today she just had been unabled to stop her from saying these fateful words.
The room was silent, Stacy was glaring at House trying to figure out what was going on in his head trying to understand where all of this had gone wrong.
His face was unreadable as if she hadn't said anything as if he didn't care at all whether she was there or not.
Today was no different from any other day, same coldness in his eyes when he was looking at her, in his voice when he was talking to her, in his gestures when he was fucking her. They could have move to the North Pole, it wouldn't have been colder than what they were sharing. She knew he was mad at her and she had tried
tried to apologize, indulging his every whim, he had become more annoying each time she had agreed to do what he was asking.
tried to distract him, buying them tickets for a nice little room in a charming hotel to rest for a while. He didn't even bother to throw them in the basket. She had found them under their bed, his bed, while cleaning the bedroom.
tried to leave him space, sleeping on the sofa.
tried to reach him, even proposing to buy him some porn, wanting him to do something else than staying in bed all day.
tried to ease his pain, buying each pain medication he asked, rubbing him whenever he left her approach him.
She had tried so hard. She couldn't even believe what she was saying right now.
But she couldn't do this anywore.
He nodded, at least he had heard her. And then he answered with a very low tone.
"So don't do it and hate me ..."
He was quiet for a second before adding even more lower :
"I'm already hating you"
"I know it Greg, you hate me right now, but I love you and you loved me before all of this and I still think, maybe we could ..."
She was chocking back tears trying no to look fragile trying to be herself, the one she hadn't been in five months.
He was glaring at her, and again this coldness. As if everything was numb in his world, as if he didn't even see that she was there ...
"Because if you don't ... if you just go on pushing me away ... I'm gonna be too far to come home ... "
"So don't! Just go! Leave me alone, leave me there! I won't remplace you, don't worry. Girls aren't exactly fond of cripple these days you know ..."
And then after the screaming he let out a loud pain noise ...
And then again she run at his side ...
Trying to help me, trying to ease the pain, trying to erase what have been said. Trying to forget her guilt ...
Knowing nothing would change.
Knowing she would eventually stop trying ...
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