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I am still NOT OVER the finale. Pain, pain, and more pain. URGH!
But that of course caused me to be totally inspired.

So i wrote something for [ profile] cryptictac 's House/Cuddy/Wilson/Amber drabble-a-thon which is over here

A/N: This was not beta-ed at all. I just had inspiration and wrote. It's based on the events of the finale. So this happens somewhere after that. Hope y'all enjoy it! And Ticcy I know you said post happy drabble..but i just couldn't. I chose bittersweet instead. Hope that's ok :D

“Lisa…,” he murmured her name. She turned to face him and smiled softly.

The light of the evening sun plays on her hair as she moves to face him and he is mesmerized by the simple beauty it holds.

The words that he wants to say are clogged somewhere at the back of his throat, unable to produce an audible sound.

He wants to express so many different things. He knows she already understands most of them; that she already feels most of what he wants to express verbally. But he wishes he could do it just the same.

But he chooses to keep mum once again, preferring to bask in the silkiness of her delicate hands intertwined with his as they sat on the park bench in silence.

He had finally persuaded Cuddy to take him out of the hospital room, away from reality for a meagre hour. But it was better than nothing especially with her on full alert.

In that moment, where reality was locked away, where it was just the two of them, they are free to be Greg and Lisa and he enjoyed being transported back to Michigan, their brief time in college.

Even then, her biggest fear was the exact same one she had today and it involved him.

She constantly wanted to be in physical contact with him since the bus accident. Seeing Wilson losing Amber struck a chord in her somewhere and she held on tighter than before. He didn’t mind it at all – it struck a chord in him too.

When they were alone, her body fought for any form of skin contact - her hands stroking his hands, slipping her fingers through his hair, and at times grazing her lips against his briefly leaving them tingling in a familiar way that he thought he would never experience again.

He wishes Greg and Lisa would always remain the same. But too many things have been said and done that Greg and Lisa only cease to exist in periodical moments.

Greg would not have hesitated to express everything, even if it meant being literally castrated by his rowing team mates. Now, words were just a bunch of letters joined together and used only when necessary.

He gently caresses her hand with his thumb as he squeezed it tighter; expressing everything he could in that simple touch knowing she would understand him – their own secret language.

He leans in just then and kisses her, lightly at first. Then, he pulls her in deeper this time.

“Just in case,” he whispered as his lips slowly let go.

“Of what?” she asks curiously.

“In case you didn’t know,” he mumbles sheepishly.

“I’ve always known, Greg. Always,” she gently replies as she squeezes his hand, making her own promises.

I'm feeling better now though. No more flu. Just the teeny sore throat. Quit smoking, Y/Y?

EDIT: I JUST WATCHED THE FINALE AGAIN! fuck i'm such a masochist.:'( :'( that last wilson scene gets to me everytime! sighs.
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