AN: So as many of you may know, I have recently begun writing House fanfiction.
So here's a treat for you. I got this idea around two days ago, and although this oneshot is very short, I think it's kind of cute.
This is my first House oneshot. Please review and no flames!
PS, I do not own House.
Everyday she would walk down that hallway again and again.
But every time she left she would feel like she forgot something. Like something was missing. She would always think too hard about what it was, but eventually give up… until her next trip down that hallway, of course.
He walked into the clinic, rarely more than three times a week.
Every time he left he would feel like he forgot something. Like something was missing. But being the person he was, he would shrug it off and leave, thinking it would come to him later in one of his usual epiphanies.
What they were missing never did come to either of them until one day when they bumped into each other at the elevator. They both did the famous awkward dance where he would go left, but she would go right by accident and block him, and vice versa. After doing it once or twice, both of them stood still, facing each other. They both stared at each other until the administrator broke the silence.
"Shouldn't you be doing clinic duty?" She asked him, looking up at him even though she was wearing three inch heels today.
"Shouldn't you be wearing something that covers you up a little bit more?" The diagnostician asked her.
It was the same old thing. Day after day, clinic hour after clinic hour, clothing comment after clothing comment…
Breaking out of her routine, she started walking toward her office, ignoring the comment completely.
He followed her.
She arrived and sat at her desk.
He followed soon after, sitting in the chair on the other side of the desk.
"Are you lost or something?" She asked him. It wasn't everyday that he would break out of his normal routine. At this time he was supposed to be solving a case with his fellows. She didn't know why she knew this. It could have been the fact that he had worked for her for almost twelve years now.
"Ever get the feeling like you're forgetting something? Almost like your missing it," He answered.
"Yes, and if you don't leave, later I will be thinking about how much paperwork I forgot to do because I was distracted by you," She spoke as if she was annoyed, but at that moment it hit her. "Do you know what you're missing?" She took a deep breathe and looked at him, putting down her pen and straightening her posture.
"I'm missing a chunk of my leg," He covered up even though at that moment he had found what he was missing. He looked at her, noticing her exhale. The expression on her face read, "almost," and he was sure she felt the same way about him as he felt about her. "Do you know what you're missing?"
She looked down. It was her chance. She paused to think before saying anything. He interrupted the thoughts.
"I'm missing something else," He started, watching her bring her head back up with a look of hope in her eye. "I'm missing you."