Author's Note/Disclaimer: Hello again. This isn't my usual sort of fic. It's short, it's a one-shot, and it's rather dark (and surprisingly poetic, which I don't normally do). Hope you enjoy.

As usual, the characters? They are not mine.
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The love game is never called off on account of darkness.
-Tom Masson

She loved him, no matter what. That was what she'd said when she'd started with him. I love you, House. I'll admit it. And I'll continue to do so, no matter what.

He hadn't believed her. And if I hit you?

I'll hit back.

I could knock you on your ass, skinny.

Would you hit me?

He turned from her then. No. It was honest, quiet, true.

She'd known he wouldn't harm her. He'd never hit her. And he never had. But sometimes… Sometimes, she wondered if he wasn't abusing her in a different way. He was always in her head, always knew what to say to strike her down. Was it abuse? Was it love? This was him, and she would love him, no matter what.

I don't want you to feel like you're obligated to come here every night and fuck me.

You're not an obligation.

Could've fooled me.

Is it just a fuck for you? I thought… I thought this was a relationship.

It's a relationship.

Can you show me? Just once?

Show you what?

That you love me?

He drew her to him and kissed her, then. Slowly, even lovingly. And she responded, promising without words that she would love him, no matter what.

You should leave me.

Why?

They always leave me in the end.

Greg, I'm not leaving you.

You say that now. But you'll leave eventually.

Somehow, she had to prove to him that she'd stay with him. That she could handle it. That she'd love him, no matter what.

I want to be here with you.

You should be out with your friends. Go on. Leave me alone like I know you want to.

Greg, I want to be here with you.

You'll leave eventually.

And she'd always go home to him. She'd show him. She'd love him, no matter what.