Secret Language Of names (8/?) House/Wilson & Cuddy, Hurt Comfort
Title/Chapter: The Secret Language Of Names 8/?
Fandom: House MD
Word Count: 1125
Rating: Average
Warnings: Angst and woe.
Summary: Wilson snaps..
Author's Notes: Feedback is appreciated. Remember that in the last chapter, Wilson checked himself in to a motel using House's name.
Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven
She stood in the doorway for a moment, just watching them sleep. She’d put them to bed in their separate beds, but Adira had apparently climbed in to bed with Alexa some time during the night. They lay facing each other, comfortable as only sisters could be. She hated to wake them, but she needed to get them to day care so she could get back to the hospital. She hadn’t seen House since the day care had insisted she pick Adira up the day before.
After a moment, she crossed the room and reached out to nudge them both gently. “Time to get up, girls.”
Alexa sat up rubbing her eyes. “Good morning, mama.”
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Cuddy smiled.
Adira opened her eyes and reached a small hand up to lay her palm against Cuddy’s cheek. “The angel said don’t be sad, Mama.”
“Did you have a nice dream, baby?”
Adira shook her head. “It wasn’t a dream, Mama. I talked to the angels. Uncle Greg’s angel said don’t be sad, her is taking care of him.”
Cuddy reached up to hold Adira’s hand against her cheek. “That’s very sweet of her, don’t you think?”
“Her’s an angel. That’s what angels do. They takes care of peoples.”
“You’re right. Come on now, get a move on. Time to get dressed.” Cuddy moved away from Adira and went to the closet to find both girls something to wear. Once they were dressed and ready to go, she went down to the kitchen to fix breakfast. She usually only fed them cereal on the weekends, but she wanted to get to the hospital as early as possible.
She put two bowls and the box on the table, and went to the refrigerator to get the milk. The picture of House holding Adira distracted her, and she pulled it out from under the magnet. Holding it in her hands, she felt her knees weaken. She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry.
The girls were chattering behind her, and the sound of cereal hitting the table pulled her back to herself. She reached up to dab at her eyes, and pulled the fridge door open.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Good morning, Dr House,” the clerk at the front desk greeted Wilson as he crossed the lobby. “Did you enjoy your stay last night?”
Wilson blinked, and rubbed his hand over his face, following through to paw at the back of his neck. “I did,” he answered, and pivoted on his left foot to move toward the counter.
“I’m glad, Dr House. Is there anything I can help you with this morning?”
He watched her watch him approach the counter. And he noted the soft blush that colored her cheeks when he rested his elbows on the counter, and his head on one hand. “I don’t think so, unless you know where I might find a decent cup of coffee?”
“Of course, Dr House.” She raised a hand up to play with her ear ring.. He flashed an easy smile and she cleared her throat. She reached a delicate hand across the counter, Pointing to the front doors of the motel. “You go out here, and take a left. Take the first left right after that, and then two blocks down. It’s a little diner right on the corner, beside the bike shop. Attracts a lot of bikers, but most of them are good people.”
Wilson let his hand fall in such a way to brush against her hand. He nodded once, the way House would nod. “Thanks for the tip. I’ve been thinking about getting a bike, myself.”
”Have you?” She leaned forward just the slightest bit.”
He nodded once. “I knew someone who was…well.” He straightened and stuffed both hands in his pockets. “It doesn’t matter. Do you ride?”
She smiled and shook her head. “Only as a passenger.”
“Well, if I decide to buy one today, I’ll have to take you for a spin around the block.” His eyes lightened with the challenge. “What time do you get off?”
She cleared her throat. “Five o’clock today.”
“I just might see you then.” He smiled once more, and turned to leave. He thought she might say something more, but she didn’t. He looked back over his shoulder, to see that she was bent over the desk, apparently writing something. He clicked his tongue and walked out into the bright light of the early morning sun.
He stopped at the bank to withdraw as much cash as they would authorize, claiming he intended to purchase a new vehicle. He went to the diner then, and carried his steaming coffee to the bike shop. By mid afternoon, wrote a check and drove off the lot on his very own pre-owned bike.
He revved the bike’s engine outside the motel at exactly five o’clock. He wasn’t sure the receptionist would really expect him to be there. He didn’t even know her name. He sighed and closed his eyes, hands gripping the bars, bike idling between his legs.
He never understood the passion before, even when he rode, even when he learned to ride on his own. He’d never owned his own bike before, he’d never needed to, and he’d never cared. It felt different now, he felt different.
“You’re kidding!” she shouted, and he opened his eyes, a wide smile breaking across his face. “You don’t really…”
“Yes, I do. Hop on. I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”
She hesitated, looked back at the motel. He revved the engine for effect. “Are you coming?” He held out the helmet for her. She fingered her hair then took the helmet and slid it on. She climbed onto the bike behind him, arms around his waist. He snapped his own helmet in to place. “You didn’t tell me where you want to go.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She went in to the side of his bed, and noted that his toys were exactly as she had left them. She put her hand up to his face and knelt to kiss his cheek. “I just want you to know Adira assures me you’ve got an angel watching over you, and I swear I will never forgive you if you let our little girl down.”
She pulled back and reached in to her pocket. She unfolded the picture from her refrigerator and held it up as if she were showing it to him, then refolded it and tucked it into his hand.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He felt as if he were drifting, carried on a current like a piece of driftwood. His soul was peaceful, calm. Content. Suddenly the tide changed, and he felt himself spinning out of control, gasping for breath and struggling to keep his head above the water.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Fandom: House MD
Word Count: 1125
Rating: Average
Warnings: Angst and woe.
Summary: Wilson snaps..
Author's Notes: Feedback is appreciated. Remember that in the last chapter, Wilson checked himself in to a motel using House's name.
Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven
She stood in the doorway for a moment, just watching them sleep. She’d put them to bed in their separate beds, but Adira had apparently climbed in to bed with Alexa some time during the night. They lay facing each other, comfortable as only sisters could be. She hated to wake them, but she needed to get them to day care so she could get back to the hospital. She hadn’t seen House since the day care had insisted she pick Adira up the day before.
After a moment, she crossed the room and reached out to nudge them both gently. “Time to get up, girls.”
Alexa sat up rubbing her eyes. “Good morning, mama.”
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Cuddy smiled.
Adira opened her eyes and reached a small hand up to lay her palm against Cuddy’s cheek. “The angel said don’t be sad, Mama.”
“Did you have a nice dream, baby?”
Adira shook her head. “It wasn’t a dream, Mama. I talked to the angels. Uncle Greg’s angel said don’t be sad, her is taking care of him.”
Cuddy reached up to hold Adira’s hand against her cheek. “That’s very sweet of her, don’t you think?”
“Her’s an angel. That’s what angels do. They takes care of peoples.”
“You’re right. Come on now, get a move on. Time to get dressed.” Cuddy moved away from Adira and went to the closet to find both girls something to wear. Once they were dressed and ready to go, she went down to the kitchen to fix breakfast. She usually only fed them cereal on the weekends, but she wanted to get to the hospital as early as possible.
She put two bowls and the box on the table, and went to the refrigerator to get the milk. The picture of House holding Adira distracted her, and she pulled it out from under the magnet. Holding it in her hands, she felt her knees weaken. She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry.
The girls were chattering behind her, and the sound of cereal hitting the table pulled her back to herself. She reached up to dab at her eyes, and pulled the fridge door open.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Good morning, Dr House,” the clerk at the front desk greeted Wilson as he crossed the lobby. “Did you enjoy your stay last night?”
Wilson blinked, and rubbed his hand over his face, following through to paw at the back of his neck. “I did,” he answered, and pivoted on his left foot to move toward the counter.
“I’m glad, Dr House. Is there anything I can help you with this morning?”
He watched her watch him approach the counter. And he noted the soft blush that colored her cheeks when he rested his elbows on the counter, and his head on one hand. “I don’t think so, unless you know where I might find a decent cup of coffee?”
“Of course, Dr House.” She raised a hand up to play with her ear ring.. He flashed an easy smile and she cleared her throat. She reached a delicate hand across the counter, Pointing to the front doors of the motel. “You go out here, and take a left. Take the first left right after that, and then two blocks down. It’s a little diner right on the corner, beside the bike shop. Attracts a lot of bikers, but most of them are good people.”
Wilson let his hand fall in such a way to brush against her hand. He nodded once, the way House would nod. “Thanks for the tip. I’ve been thinking about getting a bike, myself.”
”Have you?” She leaned forward just the slightest bit.”
He nodded once. “I knew someone who was…well.” He straightened and stuffed both hands in his pockets. “It doesn’t matter. Do you ride?”
She smiled and shook her head. “Only as a passenger.”
“Well, if I decide to buy one today, I’ll have to take you for a spin around the block.” His eyes lightened with the challenge. “What time do you get off?”
She cleared her throat. “Five o’clock today.”
“I just might see you then.” He smiled once more, and turned to leave. He thought she might say something more, but she didn’t. He looked back over his shoulder, to see that she was bent over the desk, apparently writing something. He clicked his tongue and walked out into the bright light of the early morning sun.
He stopped at the bank to withdraw as much cash as they would authorize, claiming he intended to purchase a new vehicle. He went to the diner then, and carried his steaming coffee to the bike shop. By mid afternoon, wrote a check and drove off the lot on his very own pre-owned bike.
He revved the bike’s engine outside the motel at exactly five o’clock. He wasn’t sure the receptionist would really expect him to be there. He didn’t even know her name. He sighed and closed his eyes, hands gripping the bars, bike idling between his legs.
He never understood the passion before, even when he rode, even when he learned to ride on his own. He’d never owned his own bike before, he’d never needed to, and he’d never cared. It felt different now, he felt different.
“You’re kidding!” she shouted, and he opened his eyes, a wide smile breaking across his face. “You don’t really…”
“Yes, I do. Hop on. I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”
She hesitated, looked back at the motel. He revved the engine for effect. “Are you coming?” He held out the helmet for her. She fingered her hair then took the helmet and slid it on. She climbed onto the bike behind him, arms around his waist. He snapped his own helmet in to place. “You didn’t tell me where you want to go.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She went in to the side of his bed, and noted that his toys were exactly as she had left them. She put her hand up to his face and knelt to kiss his cheek. “I just want you to know Adira assures me you’ve got an angel watching over you, and I swear I will never forgive you if you let our little girl down.”
She pulled back and reached in to her pocket. She unfolded the picture from her refrigerator and held it up as if she were showing it to him, then refolded it and tucked it into his hand.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He felt as if he were drifting, carried on a current like a piece of driftwood. His soul was peaceful, calm. Content. Suddenly the tide changed, and he felt himself spinning out of control, gasping for breath and struggling to keep his head above the water.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~