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fandom_muses: November
November prompt
And I really didn’t need this
Don’t wanna be this
Don’t wanna see this
I’m fallin’ in,
I’m going there again
And it’s not my fault
Are you sick of pretending?
That all this trouble is really ending
- Aftertaste by Ben Lee
VERSE: CANON (EPISODIC) - House, M.D. Season 5, Episode 7 "The Itch"
CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR HOUSE, M.D. EPISODE 5x07
A drawer. A drawer in a whole apartment.
A drawer in a whole apartment after a relationship spanning eighteen months.
I guess I was relieved she was finally showing some give and offering me an inch in her life. It’s a start, and maybe more will come now, but who knows? We’ve been together and year and a half and it has taken her this long wake up and realise that maybe I’m not always going to stick around and agree to be her consolation prize all the time.
First it was House. I could never quite understand why she wouldn’t move on from her fixation with him after he blatantly rejected her advances four years ago. For a long time I felt like I was the consolation prize and she only agreed to date me because she wanted to show House she didn’t need him. Leaving her job in Diagnostics wasn’t enough for her to gain her liberation from House. She had to start dating me to seal the deal; rub his nose in it, so to speak. And yeah, I knew this, but I hoped maybe she might learn to want me like she wanted House. We owed it to each other to at least give it a go. But no matter what, we never could shake House’s presence and she never could shake her feelings for him.
And then there was the deceased husband. I’m not a bastard. I understand more than anyone how long it can take to get over losing someone close to you, but I was starting to wonder if she was ever going to have room in her life for me. Between having issues with her infatuation with House (whom she seemed to have no issues wanting to commit to and would have if he’d reciprocated) and her husband that died nearly ten years ago, where was the room for me? I was starting to feel like I was in some sort of fucked up foursome where House and the dead husband were standing in line before me and by the time she got to me, she was too spent to throw me any remnants of her feelings. I really couldn’t keep running after her forever. I couldn’t keep hanging around and feeling like she didn’t want me around.
Maybe the drawer is finally a start. Time will tell, won’t it? I’m still not sure whether she’s going to be able to fine room in her life for me, but I’m willing to try now that she has seen that it can’t be all me giving and her just going along for the ride. At the very least, I still think we have a long way to go before all the creases are ironed out between us. Maybe they never will be and it will soon come time for us to part ways. But maybe now some effort on both our parts is being injected into it, there might just be some hope for us. I meant my word, though.
I won’t keep chasing her forever.
Word Count | 513
And I really didn’t need this
Don’t wanna be this
Don’t wanna see this
I’m fallin’ in,
I’m going there again
And it’s not my fault
Are you sick of pretending?
That all this trouble is really ending
- Aftertaste by Ben Lee
VERSE: CANON (EPISODIC) - House, M.D. Season 5, Episode 7 "The Itch"
A drawer. A drawer in a whole apartment.
A drawer in a whole apartment after a relationship spanning eighteen months.
I guess I was relieved she was finally showing some give and offering me an inch in her life. It’s a start, and maybe more will come now, but who knows? We’ve been together and year and a half and it has taken her this long wake up and realise that maybe I’m not always going to stick around and agree to be her consolation prize all the time.
First it was House. I could never quite understand why she wouldn’t move on from her fixation with him after he blatantly rejected her advances four years ago. For a long time I felt like I was the consolation prize and she only agreed to date me because she wanted to show House she didn’t need him. Leaving her job in Diagnostics wasn’t enough for her to gain her liberation from House. She had to start dating me to seal the deal; rub his nose in it, so to speak. And yeah, I knew this, but I hoped maybe she might learn to want me like she wanted House. We owed it to each other to at least give it a go. But no matter what, we never could shake House’s presence and she never could shake her feelings for him.
And then there was the deceased husband. I’m not a bastard. I understand more than anyone how long it can take to get over losing someone close to you, but I was starting to wonder if she was ever going to have room in her life for me. Between having issues with her infatuation with House (whom she seemed to have no issues wanting to commit to and would have if he’d reciprocated) and her husband that died nearly ten years ago, where was the room for me? I was starting to feel like I was in some sort of fucked up foursome where House and the dead husband were standing in line before me and by the time she got to me, she was too spent to throw me any remnants of her feelings. I really couldn’t keep running after her forever. I couldn’t keep hanging around and feeling like she didn’t want me around.
Maybe the drawer is finally a start. Time will tell, won’t it? I’m still not sure whether she’s going to be able to fine room in her life for me, but I’m willing to try now that she has seen that it can’t be all me giving and her just going along for the ride. At the very least, I still think we have a long way to go before all the creases are ironed out between us. Maybe they never will be and it will soon come time for us to part ways. But maybe now some effort on both our parts is being injected into it, there might just be some hope for us. I meant my word, though.
I won’t keep chasing her forever.
Word Count | 513