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  Swimming Lessons 
 by nem  

 He was in the shallow end of the pool with House. He was in about three
and a half feet of water, which, while it made his movements slow and
unsteady, was smooth and cool against his skin. Everyone else lay on
chairs around the periphery, sunbathing, not paying a lot of attention to
the goings-on in the water. Stacy dried herself with an oversized towel as
she stalked away. House was slowly moving toward deeper water, backing
away from him. At first, he thought his friend was just leaving, tired of
him. But he thought he saw something in House's eyes asking him to follow.
He had no idea what would happen if he did, and he was scared. Was House
taunting him there, only to push him under, laughing, after a too-brief
taste of wonderful weightlessness? Probably. But what if he was serious,
what if House really needed him, wanted him there? As he inched forward
and the clear water pulled at him, he thought that he liked this feeling,
that he could just sink into it and let it take him over. He stopped when
the water was just covering his shoulders. He was on the verge of
unfamiliar territory, about to lose his footing. House, taller than him,
stood a few feet away, his head angled up so he could keep his toes on the
ground and still be able to breathe. There was still the question in his
eyes-Are you coming? They both tip-toed farther until they had no choice
but to start treading water. He sighed, relieved. House was smiling,
coming toward him, and while he knew there was the possibility of the
greatest happiness he'd known, of everything falling into place, he
couldn't help wondering if he was about to drown.  
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