Untitled Document   Winter Fades
 
 General/ House/OC
 Rated: 13 and up  

March 

House, mouths his keys, slips on his black leather gloves, grabs his
helmet from the coffee table, tucks the one end of his sunglasses into the
top of his shirt and heads out to start his commute to PPTH. The weather
has been warm. Warm enough to ride again. Brilliant, blinding, sunlight
and in the 50s all week, the smell of winter fading. 

She pulls her hair back and through the scrunchy before pulling her dark
blue Hard Rock baseball hat on, threading her long dark ponytail through
the hole at the back. Grabbing her IPOD, her uncles house key hanging
around her neck under the grey hoodie, she put on her sunglasses and heads
out for her run. She needs to get a haircut. Maybe Megan has a good
stylist. A good stylist is almost as hard to find as a good doctor.  

Harder, actually, she thinks. She hears the squeak of the neighbors door
as it opens behind her. 

He spots the back of the new neighbor slipping through the front entrance
to the building. The dark blue running pants she has on accentuates her
ass in a way he can appreciate. Hugging the curves while highlighting the
firmness and definition. Fabric that falls in the right way is the BEST,
he thinks. Hes seen her occasionally entering or exiting about the same
time he leaves for work. The oversized grey Indiana University sweatshirt
has to go, though. 

Maybe when it gets warmer hell get a nice view of the rest of her, he
muses, as he pushes through the front door heading to his bike parked out
front. Dark blue baseball cap, with her hair pulled through the back in a
ponytail, sunglasses, and IPod in her hand, the ear buds dangling. Great
ass.  

She stops outside just a few feet from the entrance messing with her IPod.
House lifts the helmet on with one hand as he starts the bike with the
other. She lifts her head at the start of the engine. He nods in
acknowledgment at her.	

Its a nod from him, and smile from Ella; shes seen him before, coming into
and out of the building. She thinks hes musician of some sort; shes heard
the piano when shes been up late studying or watching Letterman. He keeps
odd hours. Sometimes like a regular schedule. Other times, not. 

Hes older than her but shes not sure by how much. The bike, the bike,
makes him seem younger, rougher. The cane is a curious thing. Car
accident? Perhaps an accident involving the bike? Nah. Its an older
injury. Its in the way he moves.  

That bike is cool though. A man on motorcycle, yum, she thinks, even if
shes not crazy about riding herself. The leather jacket is working for him
too. Sexy. Shes always had a thing for the lanky musicians. Shit. Just
what she doesnt need; an attractive man living across the hall.  

He flips down the visor on his helmet. She put the ear buds in and
switches on the Nano. Jumpin Jack Flash pumping her up. 

House swoops out of the parking spot and races to work.  

Ella turns in the opposite direction and starts to run.