It was giáng sinh night and House was flipping through his ti vi trying to find something to watch.
"Damn, all giáng sinh movies," he đã đưa ý kiến as he turned off his tv in disgust. The last thing he needed was another reminder that he was alone during this time of family, peace, and happiness. Deciding to calll it an early night, he headed towards his bedroom when he heard the phone ring.
"This better be an emergency," House answered the phone.
"Hi, Greg, it's me," đã đưa ý kiến the voice on the other end of the line.
"Hi, mom. Merry Christmas," he managed to say through his surprise. His mother hasn't called him on giáng sinh for years.
"Merry Christmas, son. Don't hang up yet," she đã đưa ý kiến as House was about to hang up the phone.
"What else is there to talk about?" he asked.
"Well, as bạn know, this is my first giáng sinh without your father," Blythe House said.
"I know," House đã đưa ý kiến feeling rather uncomfortable.
"I figured now was as good a time as any to tell bạn the truth, because if bạn can't say it on Christmas, then when can bạn say it, right?" she đã đưa ý kiến hesistantly.
"What are bạn talking about, mom?" asked House.
"Your real father is not John House. He's actually-"
"Mike Collins," House cut off his mother.
"How did bạn know?"
"I figured it out when I was twelve. Dad, hoặc should I say stepdad, was deployed to
Okinawa at the time I was supposed to have been conceived; his một giây toe is bigger than his big toe and mine isn't; lastly, I have a birthmark on my scalp that matches Mike's birthmark.
"I guess I should explain," đã đưa ý kiến Blythe.
"There's no need for that. I understand. bạn hated him so bạn cheated on him," đã đưa ý kiến House. Blythe chuckled at this.
"No, that's not how it was like at all. bạn see, I met Mike at a military ball, the same place I met John. They were best friends. Mike looked so handsome in his uniform and the way he smiled at me, it just melted my heart. I guess bạn could say it was tình yêu at first sight," Blythe said.
"Mom, I'm really not in the mood for story time," đã đưa ý kiến House annoyed.
"Would bạn just listen for once?" his mother shot back at him.
"Fine," House đã đưa ý kiến exasperated.
"Unfortunately, Mike was very shy. He didn't dance with anyone the entire night. John ended up asking me out even though I wished it was Mike instead, but bạn can't always get what bạn want. One thing led to another and John and I ended up getting married, but through it all, Mike and I still kept in touch; he was John's best friend after all. Then one day, I got a call from the Army. They đã đưa ý kiến that the fighter jet John was on crashed. They couldn't find his body, but they did find his dog tag in the midst of the wreckage. I was devastated. I thought John was dead so I turned to Mike for comfort. We spent a lof of time together during the weeks that John was missing. Then one night, he professed his tình yêu for me. That was the night bạn were conceived. bởi the time I found out I was pregnant, John had been redeployed to Germany and Mike was deployed to I don't know where. It wasn't until a few years later when John and I moved back to Kentucky that I saw Mike again. He was happliy married. That's when it hit me. I couldn't tell anyone that bạn were his child because I'd be breaking not one, but two families. It was easier to let John think that bạn were his son who was born one tháng prematurely," Blythe finally finished.
House was speechless. The sordid tình yêu story his mother just told him was not what he was expecting.
"Greg, are bạn still there?" Blythe finally broke the silence.
"Yeah, I'm still here," House answered.
"Good. If bạn learned anything from this story, Greg, learn this: don't wait to tell someone bạn tình yêu that bạn tình yêu them because then it could be too late and you'll forever live to regret it," his mother said.
"Ok, mom, bye," House said.
"Bye, son," his mom answered.
House sat on his đi văng and thought about what his mother just told him for a few moments. Then, as if possessed, he got up, grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from his desk. He scribbled down a note, which he folded and tucked into the inner pocker of his jacket. He then got his keys and cane before heading out the door.
Fifteen phút later House arrived at Cuddy's house. He felt a chill run down his back as he remembered what happened the last time he went to Cuddy's house.
"No, this time I'm going to ring her doorbell," he told himself. He stood in front of the doorway for a một giây and then rang the doorbell.
Inside the house, Cuddy had just finished tucking in her baby girl again (she was quite a crier) when she heard the doorbell ring. She answered the door and was surprised to find no one there.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid," House mentally chastised himself. "Never again," he told himself, "never again."
"Damn lousy teenage pranksters," Cuddy muttered to herself. She was about to close the door when she noticed a slip of paper underneath a rock, which was presumably there to keep the note from blowing away. She unfolded the piece of paper and couldn't believe her eyes. The message on the paper read:
Because it's Christmas, I just thought bạn should know that I tình yêu you.
-Greg House
Cuddy quickly put on a pair of shoes and ran out the door. She managed to catch up to House, who was still limping towards his car.
"House," she called out to him and he turned around to face her. She then pulled him into a kiss.
"Because it's Christmas, I just thought bạn should know that I tình yêu bạn too," she đã đưa ý kiến smiling at him.
*A/N: I tried to stay as true to the characters as possible and make sure the facts that we've been được trao on trước đó episodes match up with what presented. That being said, I did have to take some liberties to stray from the hiển thị a little in order to make this fanfic work, but hopefully not too much. If bạn felt, I've made some factual errors please let me know. Also, please rate and review as this is my first attempt at a Huddy fanfic, thanks.
"Damn, all giáng sinh movies," he đã đưa ý kiến as he turned off his tv in disgust. The last thing he needed was another reminder that he was alone during this time of family, peace, and happiness. Deciding to calll it an early night, he headed towards his bedroom when he heard the phone ring.
"This better be an emergency," House answered the phone.
"Hi, Greg, it's me," đã đưa ý kiến the voice on the other end of the line.
"Hi, mom. Merry Christmas," he managed to say through his surprise. His mother hasn't called him on giáng sinh for years.
"Merry Christmas, son. Don't hang up yet," she đã đưa ý kiến as House was about to hang up the phone.
"What else is there to talk about?" he asked.
"Well, as bạn know, this is my first giáng sinh without your father," Blythe House said.
"I know," House đã đưa ý kiến feeling rather uncomfortable.
"I figured now was as good a time as any to tell bạn the truth, because if bạn can't say it on Christmas, then when can bạn say it, right?" she đã đưa ý kiến hesistantly.
"What are bạn talking about, mom?" asked House.
"Your real father is not John House. He's actually-"
"Mike Collins," House cut off his mother.
"How did bạn know?"
"I figured it out when I was twelve. Dad, hoặc should I say stepdad, was deployed to
Okinawa at the time I was supposed to have been conceived; his một giây toe is bigger than his big toe and mine isn't; lastly, I have a birthmark on my scalp that matches Mike's birthmark.
"I guess I should explain," đã đưa ý kiến Blythe.
"There's no need for that. I understand. bạn hated him so bạn cheated on him," đã đưa ý kiến House. Blythe chuckled at this.
"No, that's not how it was like at all. bạn see, I met Mike at a military ball, the same place I met John. They were best friends. Mike looked so handsome in his uniform and the way he smiled at me, it just melted my heart. I guess bạn could say it was tình yêu at first sight," Blythe said.
"Mom, I'm really not in the mood for story time," đã đưa ý kiến House annoyed.
"Would bạn just listen for once?" his mother shot back at him.
"Fine," House đã đưa ý kiến exasperated.
"Unfortunately, Mike was very shy. He didn't dance with anyone the entire night. John ended up asking me out even though I wished it was Mike instead, but bạn can't always get what bạn want. One thing led to another and John and I ended up getting married, but through it all, Mike and I still kept in touch; he was John's best friend after all. Then one day, I got a call from the Army. They đã đưa ý kiến that the fighter jet John was on crashed. They couldn't find his body, but they did find his dog tag in the midst of the wreckage. I was devastated. I thought John was dead so I turned to Mike for comfort. We spent a lof of time together during the weeks that John was missing. Then one night, he professed his tình yêu for me. That was the night bạn were conceived. bởi the time I found out I was pregnant, John had been redeployed to Germany and Mike was deployed to I don't know where. It wasn't until a few years later when John and I moved back to Kentucky that I saw Mike again. He was happliy married. That's when it hit me. I couldn't tell anyone that bạn were his child because I'd be breaking not one, but two families. It was easier to let John think that bạn were his son who was born one tháng prematurely," Blythe finally finished.
House was speechless. The sordid tình yêu story his mother just told him was not what he was expecting.
"Greg, are bạn still there?" Blythe finally broke the silence.
"Yeah, I'm still here," House answered.
"Good. If bạn learned anything from this story, Greg, learn this: don't wait to tell someone bạn tình yêu that bạn tình yêu them because then it could be too late and you'll forever live to regret it," his mother said.
"Ok, mom, bye," House said.
"Bye, son," his mom answered.
House sat on his đi văng and thought about what his mother just told him for a few moments. Then, as if possessed, he got up, grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from his desk. He scribbled down a note, which he folded and tucked into the inner pocker of his jacket. He then got his keys and cane before heading out the door.
Fifteen phút later House arrived at Cuddy's house. He felt a chill run down his back as he remembered what happened the last time he went to Cuddy's house.
"No, this time I'm going to ring her doorbell," he told himself. He stood in front of the doorway for a một giây and then rang the doorbell.
Inside the house, Cuddy had just finished tucking in her baby girl again (she was quite a crier) when she heard the doorbell ring. She answered the door and was surprised to find no one there.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid," House mentally chastised himself. "Never again," he told himself, "never again."
"Damn lousy teenage pranksters," Cuddy muttered to herself. She was about to close the door when she noticed a slip of paper underneath a rock, which was presumably there to keep the note from blowing away. She unfolded the piece of paper and couldn't believe her eyes. The message on the paper read:
Because it's Christmas, I just thought bạn should know that I tình yêu you.
-Greg House
Cuddy quickly put on a pair of shoes and ran out the door. She managed to catch up to House, who was still limping towards his car.
"House," she called out to him and he turned around to face her. She then pulled him into a kiss.
"Because it's Christmas, I just thought bạn should know that I tình yêu bạn too," she đã đưa ý kiến smiling at him.
*A/N: I tried to stay as true to the characters as possible and make sure the facts that we've been được trao on trước đó episodes match up with what presented. That being said, I did have to take some liberties to stray from the hiển thị a little in order to make this fanfic work, but hopefully not too much. If bạn felt, I've made some factual errors please let me know. Also, please rate and review as this is my first attempt at a Huddy fanfic, thanks.
