Because of the kamakailan drama in not only the Huddy Spot but also the House spot, I've decided to go on, for the sake of my fellow Huddies. Entertainment and hope for the sixth season to distract you all from the ascending drama.
But, madala in mind that I have returned to school also. Expect longer waiting periods for magpabago on all of my stories in the working. So, without further ado, Enjoy.
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Rationality, can only take you so far.
Emotions, can drive you only so much farther.
What matters more--I still don't know. But whichever I choose, somehow will still end up ruining everything.
Let the breakdown begin.
-Gregory House
"You let him hurt you. Again." Wilson was disappointed as he sat at his desk, listening to Cuddy--letting her vent yet again. It was about a half oras of explaining what happened before he sinabi anything. She sighed before replying.
"What am I supposed to do with him?"
"Keep running."
"Running where exactly?"
"After him."
"Since when have I been chasing him?"
"It's always been that way."
"Since when."
"Since you fought him to get his job back here, and offered everything when Stacy left." he smirked a little, ipinapakita off his little grin, and waited for a response from Cuddy.
"What if I don't--can't chase him anymore?" Wilson took a pause--even for merely a segundo before grinning at her--even spitting out a smirk before replying.
"You'll always want to chase him--" he started. He looking up and down briefly with shut eyes, he finished.
"somehow, I know that much."
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House sat on the bench outside in the court with a bowed head, and arms rested on his thighs as his entire back arched forward. Eyes tight shut, he tried to figure out everything. Everything with Cuddy---
And with Lydia.
Like a little confused boy, he sat, waiting for some kind of mentor to come around. And one did, eventually. Not really a mentor however. madami like--a psychoanalyst. Sort of.
"You really had to do it, didn't you?" Wilson asked as he approached House. With a quick pitaka of the lips, Wilson took a upuan susunod to him.
"I don't like this." Wilson admitted.
"What else was I supposed to do?"
"Talk to her. Confess."
"I didn't know what to say."
"The truth."
"Which has been compromised." House looked up towards Wilson with tensed eyes. A concerned look splashed across Wilson's face. A quick tilt of the head gestured House to go on. He looked away again.
"I slept with a patients sister-in-law." he admitted bluntly.
"You what?" he asked, almost appalled. House refused to continue, so Wilson carried on.
"Are you--did you--do you, actually like her?" another silence from House, and Wilson's eyes widened.
"You think you love her?" after a moments pause, House replied.
"No. But I think I cared enough for her departure to hurt. She's married. With a kid."
"She's married. With a kid."
"Yes, I think I just sinabi that. Good thing I still don't cease to surprise you, huh?" he asked, clearly deflecting. Wilson just stood up, and began to pace around in front of him.
"I thought this would just be a one time thing. But apparently, I was completely wrong. Completely stupid."
"Oh stop. I'm not womanizing--"
"You helped a woman cheat." House averted his eyes, rolling them as Wilson continued to pace.
"She was the first person--besides you--don't give me that look. She was the first person--who for some reason I could talk to."
"You replaced her with a stranger you barely knew?"
"Who?"
"Cuddy."
"How did I replace her?"
"You're trapped here. You've been for a long time. You will be--for the susunod two weeks or so. But for the past months, without a hook on Cuddy, you attach to her."
"So you're saying that I actually, miss Cuddy?"
"I don't see any other explanation. If anything, whoever this person was possibly reminded you of her? You became attached easily.."
"No."
"Yes. Yes, House."
"No. Two separate people--"
"She's doing the same thing." Wilson spat out. With a stare, and a stare alone directed straight at Wilson, he continued.
"She's been dating someone--there's a chance you might remember. But, like she sinabi when she came over the other day--she wasn't expecting you to jump to anything. Just a matter of words would've satisfied her."
"Who." he seemed less concerned about their own situation, than who had just entered their already complicated relationship.
"Huh. I'm sure you remember--PI Lucas?"
"He's back? What did you two do, hire him to keep an eye on me or something?"
"He's not hired. She called him. Or so I've heard." Looking away again, a new flock of problems just entered his mind. Regretting the days before--regretting turning away.
"This is what happens when you enjoy the chase, House. When you enjoy it too much. You had her going for a while--but she's pretty fast."
But, madala in mind that I have returned to school also. Expect longer waiting periods for magpabago on all of my stories in the working. So, without further ado, Enjoy.
_______________________________________________________
Rationality, can only take you so far.
Emotions, can drive you only so much farther.
What matters more--I still don't know. But whichever I choose, somehow will still end up ruining everything.
Let the breakdown begin.
-Gregory House
"You let him hurt you. Again." Wilson was disappointed as he sat at his desk, listening to Cuddy--letting her vent yet again. It was about a half oras of explaining what happened before he sinabi anything. She sighed before replying.
"What am I supposed to do with him?"
"Keep running."
"Running where exactly?"
"After him."
"Since when have I been chasing him?"
"It's always been that way."
"Since when."
"Since you fought him to get his job back here, and offered everything when Stacy left." he smirked a little, ipinapakita off his little grin, and waited for a response from Cuddy.
"What if I don't--can't chase him anymore?" Wilson took a pause--even for merely a segundo before grinning at her--even spitting out a smirk before replying.
"You'll always want to chase him--" he started. He looking up and down briefly with shut eyes, he finished.
"somehow, I know that much."
---
House sat on the bench outside in the court with a bowed head, and arms rested on his thighs as his entire back arched forward. Eyes tight shut, he tried to figure out everything. Everything with Cuddy---
And with Lydia.
Like a little confused boy, he sat, waiting for some kind of mentor to come around. And one did, eventually. Not really a mentor however. madami like--a psychoanalyst. Sort of.
"You really had to do it, didn't you?" Wilson asked as he approached House. With a quick pitaka of the lips, Wilson took a upuan susunod to him.
"I don't like this." Wilson admitted.
"What else was I supposed to do?"
"Talk to her. Confess."
"I didn't know what to say."
"The truth."
"Which has been compromised." House looked up towards Wilson with tensed eyes. A concerned look splashed across Wilson's face. A quick tilt of the head gestured House to go on. He looked away again.
"I slept with a patients sister-in-law." he admitted bluntly.
"You what?" he asked, almost appalled. House refused to continue, so Wilson carried on.
"Are you--did you--do you, actually like her?" another silence from House, and Wilson's eyes widened.
"You think you love her?" after a moments pause, House replied.
"No. But I think I cared enough for her departure to hurt. She's married. With a kid."
"She's married. With a kid."
"Yes, I think I just sinabi that. Good thing I still don't cease to surprise you, huh?" he asked, clearly deflecting. Wilson just stood up, and began to pace around in front of him.
"I thought this would just be a one time thing. But apparently, I was completely wrong. Completely stupid."
"Oh stop. I'm not womanizing--"
"You helped a woman cheat." House averted his eyes, rolling them as Wilson continued to pace.
"She was the first person--besides you--don't give me that look. She was the first person--who for some reason I could talk to."
"You replaced her with a stranger you barely knew?"
"Who?"
"Cuddy."
"How did I replace her?"
"You're trapped here. You've been for a long time. You will be--for the susunod two weeks or so. But for the past months, without a hook on Cuddy, you attach to her."
"So you're saying that I actually, miss Cuddy?"
"I don't see any other explanation. If anything, whoever this person was possibly reminded you of her? You became attached easily.."
"No."
"Yes. Yes, House."
"No. Two separate people--"
"She's doing the same thing." Wilson spat out. With a stare, and a stare alone directed straight at Wilson, he continued.
"She's been dating someone--there's a chance you might remember. But, like she sinabi when she came over the other day--she wasn't expecting you to jump to anything. Just a matter of words would've satisfied her."
"Who." he seemed less concerned about their own situation, than who had just entered their already complicated relationship.
"Huh. I'm sure you remember--PI Lucas?"
"He's back? What did you two do, hire him to keep an eye on me or something?"
"He's not hired. She called him. Or so I've heard." Looking away again, a new flock of problems just entered his mind. Regretting the days before--regretting turning away.
"This is what happens when you enjoy the chase, House. When you enjoy it too much. You had her going for a while--but she's pretty fast."
When does pag-ibig become something we need, rather than something we want? pag-ibig was seen as something special a long time ago. Now pag-ibig is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. pag-ibig is common currency when you are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older you get. Do we not care about the substance of what pag-ibig was and not what it has been made into today sa pamamagitan ng commercialisation from American pelikula and telebisyon commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience pag-ibig for real, can we comment and judge others who are in Love. pag-ibig means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of pag-ibig is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? pag-ibig is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.