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Title ; Since I've Been Loving You {Chapter 8}
Pairing ; House/Cuddy
Rating ; PG13 but just to be safe, mild R
Summary: This starts a few years later, Cuddy's married and House goes to visit. // Current storyline - With all she gives to her husband, and with all she want to give back, it will take a toll on her, and House needs to make a permanent decision before he breaks her alive.
Disclaimer ; Not Mine at all.
All mistakes are my own.
Ch1-4
Ch5
Ch6
Ch7
--Chapter 8--
He had to go to a bar. Last night was too much, too personal and he didn't like personal. He didn't want to be there when she opened her eyes, the glow looking up at him with hopeful eyes. He knows he wouldn't repeat anything he said last night, desperately hopes that she was highly medicated and that those words would forever remain in the back of her memory, or evolve into a tiny manic delusion. Why not push the brinks to insanity?
He yawned. With half of his body lying across the bar table he contemplated his options. One.. he could run. And maybe... he could fake a case. He could stage another accident'? He frowned. Who was he kidding? Not one thing could get him out of this predicament. There was no explanation he could give, even though he's pretty sure her vulnerability would allow her to believe another one of his lies, no. Not even he could let himself get away with that.
It was ten past two, he went up to a vacant piano and started playing a tune, as he closed his eyes and played, he could see her in a beautiful tight evening gown covered in white diamonds. Her hair was picked up and her bangs curled down below her tempting jaw-line. He feels hands on his as he plays. He's had dreams of this, waking up in the middle of the night and playing until she finds him. And she does, always find him that is, she's wearing a baby blue silk robe. She would sit on top of him, and his leg wouldn't hurt. He could hold her up straight, and kiss her, her body falling back on the piano. The keys slamming when time took it's course, and he'd live to enjoy this life like it could last. He opened his eyes, breaking up the fantasy and knowing the answers would not exploit themselves in such an easy form. This wasn't going to be easy. He never really took time to realize this, this wasn't the type of puzzle he liked, hence why he never goes home with it.
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She opened her eyes but didn't bother to think about where she was. It was then that someone came into the room. He moved slowly to her and took her hand. "Lisa? Honey can you hear me?" Mark asked. His thoughts scattered the 'What if's'. He let go of her hand and sat down on the chair. "I don't know how to tell you. I love you. But if you don't make it know I'll be fine. I've thought about this a long time ago. I've made peace with it." he shook his head, lips in a firm line. He looked over to the monitors, glancing back to his wife every two seconds. He stood and went to the door. He brought Brooke in and shut the door. She took out a syringe, moving Cuddy's gown and feeling for an organ. "Brooke.. we .. we shouldn't do this." Mark trembled slightly. "You're right. We shouldn't. Leave." she held eye contact. "I .. can't." She looked at Mark from head to toe, "Think of Lila." Brooke put her attention back to Cuddy's stomach. "Actually you no longer have to think about Lila. She's stashed away real nice and comfy." both of them turned to see House standing at the door. "What is that? Drugs?! You two really are a charm, I'll take that thank you very much." House snatched the syringe. "Why are you here?!" Mark blurted out. "I've been fucking your wife. Your mother. Your gardner... yada yada yada. do you have any cousins?" House shrugged with his question. "You sick bastard." Mark muttered. "Come on chill dude, it was only a family affair!" House mocked. "Oh, what about her? Nice face but ass as flat as a floor board.. hair sticking out of her nose." he wiggled his fingers under his nose. Mark was starting to form a fist. "Woah big boy. You really want to mess with a cripple? With a seringe of death." House exaggerated. "Idiot, we know what that is!" Brook snapped. "Oooh, smart cookie there. Riddle me this, you have a kid, he has a wife who he's suppose to spend the rest of his life, affair of the dumb and dumbest and here they sneak with a death wish. I don't know what else to rhyme. I've lost my rhythm.. I'll settle with, tell me what you planned to do." House put weight on his cane. "You don't know what you're talking about!" Brooke yelled. "Most of the time no, the parts that make me all warm and gooey inside.. well no that doesn't exist. Aww hell! Amuse me." House smirked. "Amuse you? I don't think I do charity work." Brooke raised an eyebrow. "Mmm. That mouth, don't give me an insensitive to shove something in there." His retort was so intense and chilling that Brooke turned red. "Now. You were saying." House insisted. "We were leaving." Mark pulled Brooke to the door. "Bye. We're open from here to now! Come again." House turned his attention back to the syringe, pulling out his cell phone and shutting off the record button.
"Where are you?" Cameron asked maternally. "Find Wilson." House replied, ignoring Cameron. "He's not here." Foreman informed. "What do you mean he's not there? Wilson's always there, it's like the hospital is his lover." Cam, Chase and Foreman felt disgusted. "We didn't need to know that." Chase stated. "Keep your own thoughts to yourself British." Chase was about to retort to House when Cameron put her hand in front of him and shaking her head from side to side. He sighed and rolled his eyes, taking a seat across the table. They heard mumbling, "House?" Cameron asked . There was no sound, just noises. "HOUSE!" Foreman yelled. "Ow! Dammit. Can you wait till I zip up my pants." House smirked. "Oww, come on man! I don't need to he.." "Yeah. If you don't find Wilson, you're all fired." The line went dead. Cameron straightened up and put her hands on her hips. Foreman sighed, "I'm getting too old for this job." Chase was looking through a magazine while Cameron stood there nervously. She looked at her two colleagues. "Well? Aren't you going to help me look!" she shrieked. Chase and Foreman looked at each-other as if the answer was obvious.
He looked up at Cuddy and put the phone back in his pocket. He looked back to the syringe on the table. He limped over and picked it up. He wanted to go test the lab to find out what was in it but was unsure if he could leave Cuddy alone again. "Dammit. You're lucky you're sick, I would have stayed home. I should go home? I should. I have three stashes left... I love drugs." he half laughed, talking to himself. "And apparently you need them." Wilson walked into the room. "Oh, come on! It was almost perfect! Passed out Cuddy, drugs! I didn't need my nanny, I can walk already, see, I use a cane." House popped some pills still holding his cane up to Wilson. House and Wilson shared silence. "Thanks for coming." House finally said. Wilson nodded, grabbing her chart. He looked up at Cuddy as he read the document. "She..shshshe.." He started. "Don't say it. She doesn't have to know. Not now." House hated the feeling of something being wrong, for once it wasn't happening to him.
"Listen hold out here. I've got somewhere I've got to be." Wilson put his hand in front of House, causing the cranky diagnostician to glare at the younger doctor in annoyance. "Give me that." Wilson held out his hand. House got antsy and Wilson patted his hand like a mother taking a sharp item away from it's child and putting it back into the kitchen drawer. House bit the inside of his cheek, no protests, yet no cooperation. "Don't act like a 4th grader." Wilson reached over House's back. "Don't treat me like one." House elbowed Wilson in the ribs. "Aaa! Don't get physical dammit!" Wilson kicked House's bad leg accidentally. The cane holder growled and whacked Wilson with the hard wooden object. "Ow, Oh move! Stop! Don't!" both men howled. "Excuse me?" A voice rasped. "Excuse me!" the voice said a little louder. She took the jug of water in her hand and threw it on the 'children'. The men both shivered when the water was thrown to them. "Hey!" They looked at each-other, then looked back to the person who threw it. "Woah!" Wilson gasped. "Oh my God!" House smiled, shoving Wilson back and causing him to fall on the floor. House limped over to the bed and took Cuddy in his arms, kissing her passionately. Wilson came to their side, reading the monitors. "Woah.. woah.. okay okay! We.." Wilson motioned them to come apart. To pull back. "House.. House! HOUSE!" "WHAT!" House pulled away. Wilson pointed to the monitors. "Oh, crap! Cuddy, Cuddy?? Cuddy wake up." House shook Cuddy. "What did you do!" House snapped. "What did I do?!" Wilson choked. "Stop. Both of you.." Cuddy sighed. She looked up at them with a hazy smile.
Title ; Since I've Been Loving You {Chapter 8}
Pairing ; House/Cuddy
Rating ; PG13 but just to be safe, mild R
Summary: This starts a few years later, Cuddy's married and House goes to visit. // Current storyline - With all she gives to her husband, and with all she want to give back, it will take a toll on her, and House needs to make a permanent decision before he breaks her alive.
Disclaimer ; Not Mine at all.
All mistakes are my own.
Ch1-4
Ch5
Ch6
Ch7
--Chapter 8--
He had to go to a bar. Last night was too much, too personal and he didn't like personal. He didn't want to be there when she opened her eyes, the glow looking up at him with hopeful eyes. He knows he wouldn't repeat anything he said last night, desperately hopes that she was highly medicated and that those words would forever remain in the back of her memory, or evolve into a tiny manic delusion. Why not push the brinks to insanity?
He yawned. With half of his body lying across the bar table he contemplated his options. One.. he could run. And maybe... he could fake a case. He could stage another accident'? He frowned. Who was he kidding? Not one thing could get him out of this predicament. There was no explanation he could give, even though he's pretty sure her vulnerability would allow her to believe another one of his lies, no. Not even he could let himself get away with that.
It was ten past two, he went up to a vacant piano and started playing a tune, as he closed his eyes and played, he could see her in a beautiful tight evening gown covered in white diamonds. Her hair was picked up and her bangs curled down below her tempting jaw-line. He feels hands on his as he plays. He's had dreams of this, waking up in the middle of the night and playing until she finds him. And she does, always find him that is, she's wearing a baby blue silk robe. She would sit on top of him, and his leg wouldn't hurt. He could hold her up straight, and kiss her, her body falling back on the piano. The keys slamming when time took it's course, and he'd live to enjoy this life like it could last. He opened his eyes, breaking up the fantasy and knowing the answers would not exploit themselves in such an easy form. This wasn't going to be easy. He never really took time to realize this, this wasn't the type of puzzle he liked, hence why he never goes home with it.
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She opened her eyes but didn't bother to think about where she was. It was then that someone came into the room. He moved slowly to her and took her hand. "Lisa? Honey can you hear me?" Mark asked. His thoughts scattered the 'What if's'. He let go of her hand and sat down on the chair. "I don't know how to tell you. I love you. But if you don't make it know I'll be fine. I've thought about this a long time ago. I've made peace with it." he shook his head, lips in a firm line. He looked over to the monitors, glancing back to his wife every two seconds. He stood and went to the door. He brought Brooke in and shut the door. She took out a syringe, moving Cuddy's gown and feeling for an organ. "Brooke.. we .. we shouldn't do this." Mark trembled slightly. "You're right. We shouldn't. Leave." she held eye contact. "I .. can't." She looked at Mark from head to toe, "Think of Lila." Brooke put her attention back to Cuddy's stomach. "Actually you no longer have to think about Lila. She's stashed away real nice and comfy." both of them turned to see House standing at the door. "What is that? Drugs?! You two really are a charm, I'll take that thank you very much." House snatched the syringe. "Why are you here?!" Mark blurted out. "I've been fucking your wife. Your mother. Your gardner... yada yada yada. do you have any cousins?" House shrugged with his question. "You sick bastard." Mark muttered. "Come on chill dude, it was only a family affair!" House mocked. "Oh, what about her? Nice face but ass as flat as a floor board.. hair sticking out of her nose." he wiggled his fingers under his nose. Mark was starting to form a fist. "Woah big boy. You really want to mess with a cripple? With a seringe of death." House exaggerated. "Idiot, we know what that is!" Brook snapped. "Oooh, smart cookie there. Riddle me this, you have a kid, he has a wife who he's suppose to spend the rest of his life, affair of the dumb and dumbest and here they sneak with a death wish. I don't know what else to rhyme. I've lost my rhythm.. I'll settle with, tell me what you planned to do." House put weight on his cane. "You don't know what you're talking about!" Brooke yelled. "Most of the time no, the parts that make me all warm and gooey inside.. well no that doesn't exist. Aww hell! Amuse me." House smirked. "Amuse you? I don't think I do charity work." Brooke raised an eyebrow. "Mmm. That mouth, don't give me an insensitive to shove something in there." His retort was so intense and chilling that Brooke turned red. "Now. You were saying." House insisted. "We were leaving." Mark pulled Brooke to the door. "Bye. We're open from here to now! Come again." House turned his attention back to the syringe, pulling out his cell phone and shutting off the record button.
"Where are you?" Cameron asked maternally. "Find Wilson." House replied, ignoring Cameron. "He's not here." Foreman informed. "What do you mean he's not there? Wilson's always there, it's like the hospital is his lover." Cam, Chase and Foreman felt disgusted. "We didn't need to know that." Chase stated. "Keep your own thoughts to yourself British." Chase was about to retort to House when Cameron put her hand in front of him and shaking her head from side to side. He sighed and rolled his eyes, taking a seat across the table. They heard mumbling, "House?" Cameron asked . There was no sound, just noises. "HOUSE!" Foreman yelled. "Ow! Dammit. Can you wait till I zip up my pants." House smirked. "Oww, come on man! I don't need to he.." "Yeah. If you don't find Wilson, you're all fired." The line went dead. Cameron straightened up and put her hands on her hips. Foreman sighed, "I'm getting too old for this job." Chase was looking through a magazine while Cameron stood there nervously. She looked at her two colleagues. "Well? Aren't you going to help me look!" she shrieked. Chase and Foreman looked at each-other as if the answer was obvious.
He looked up at Cuddy and put the phone back in his pocket. He looked back to the syringe on the table. He limped over and picked it up. He wanted to go test the lab to find out what was in it but was unsure if he could leave Cuddy alone again. "Dammit. You're lucky you're sick, I would have stayed home. I should go home? I should. I have three stashes left... I love drugs." he half laughed, talking to himself. "And apparently you need them." Wilson walked into the room. "Oh, come on! It was almost perfect! Passed out Cuddy, drugs! I didn't need my nanny, I can walk already, see, I use a cane." House popped some pills still holding his cane up to Wilson. House and Wilson shared silence. "Thanks for coming." House finally said. Wilson nodded, grabbing her chart. He looked up at Cuddy as he read the document. "She..shshshe.." He started. "Don't say it. She doesn't have to know. Not now." House hated the feeling of something being wrong, for once it wasn't happening to him.
"Listen hold out here. I've got somewhere I've got to be." Wilson put his hand in front of House, causing the cranky diagnostician to glare at the younger doctor in annoyance. "Give me that." Wilson held out his hand. House got antsy and Wilson patted his hand like a mother taking a sharp item away from it's child and putting it back into the kitchen drawer. House bit the inside of his cheek, no protests, yet no cooperation. "Don't act like a 4th grader." Wilson reached over House's back. "Don't treat me like one." House elbowed Wilson in the ribs. "Aaa! Don't get physical dammit!" Wilson kicked House's bad leg accidentally. The cane holder growled and whacked Wilson with the hard wooden object. "Ow, Oh move! Stop! Don't!" both men howled. "Excuse me?" A voice rasped. "Excuse me!" the voice said a little louder. She took the jug of water in her hand and threw it on the 'children'. The men both shivered when the water was thrown to them. "Hey!" They looked at each-other, then looked back to the person who threw it. "Woah!" Wilson gasped. "Oh my God!" House smiled, shoving Wilson back and causing him to fall on the floor. House limped over to the bed and took Cuddy in his arms, kissing her passionately. Wilson came to their side, reading the monitors. "Woah.. woah.. okay okay! We.." Wilson motioned them to come apart. To pull back. "House.. House! HOUSE!" "WHAT!" House pulled away. Wilson pointed to the monitors. "Oh, crap! Cuddy, Cuddy?? Cuddy wake up." House shook Cuddy. "What did you do!" House snapped. "What did I do?!" Wilson choked. "Stop. Both of you.." Cuddy sighed. She looked up at them with a hazy smile.