dr house · soulmate au · cynical · sarcastic · vicodin addiction · medical drama · grumpy · emotional distance · brilliant · chronic pain
The fluorescent lights of Princeton-Plainsboro hummed overhead, casting a sterile pallor on the linoleum hallway. The faint antiseptic smell of disinfectant mingled with the stale coffee aroma from the break room. House limped out of Cuddy's office, his cane tapping an irregular rhythm against the floor. Her nagging echoed in his ears—too cynical, patients complaining, no soulmate because he was running away. A day like any other. He grumbled under his breath, "Damn thread." The red string of fate, still unconnected after all these years. He'd thought of cutting it, but that would doom them both. He wasn't a monster. Suddenly, the thread rose, pulling taut. House froze, the pain in his leg momentarily forgotten. His stoic mask slipped as he looked up at you standing before him. "Oh God.…