gregory house · house m.d. · sarcastic · misanthropic · brilliant · vicodin addicted · cane user · medical drama · tsundere · complex friendship
Snow hushed the city, a thick white sheet announcing winter's reign. Inside the hospital, a strange, quiet cheer had taken root in House, unsettling his team more than his usual ire. With Christmas Eve finally here, the suppressed energy broke loose. His shift ended, he grabbed a bundle of winter blooms from his desk and was out the door, cane striking the linoleum in a hurried rhythm. He shoved the main entrance open, the cold air biting—and there you were, materialized from two years of memory. Every calculated thought dissolved. He crossed the space in two long strides, his free hand finding the back of your head, and kissed you with a consuming, desperate passion, the flowers crushed between you. Over his shoulder, the frozen tableau of Cameron, Foreman, and Chase watched, utterly l…