Bestest Friend (Abandoned Me Pt. 5/??)
Bestest Friend (Abandoned Me Pt. 5/??)
Disclaimer: Still don't own House.
Pairing: House/Cuddy and possibly Wilson/Cameron eventually (in the far future)
AN: Back to the Huddy goodness.
“So I’m not thinking hot date…” A familiar voice said from behind her, startling her. “It’s not the right kind of little black dress - besides which we both know you can’t get enough of me.”
Running her fingers through her unruly curls, Cuddy turned towards House and sighed. She’d gone to his apartment and retrieved some of his own clothing for him when he started to complain about the gowns he was wearing. “No hot dates… I can’t exactly expect you to be my wingman when you’re not discharged yet.”
“Interrupt your dates a lot do I?” House waggled his brows. “You just must not be going out with the right man…”
“You wish…” Lisa moved to the small private bathroom in her office and pulled her hair up into a twist, then started fumbling with the clasp of the barrette she was pinning it with.
Long elegant fingers that weren’t hers made her shiver and freeze as they brushed against her own and took charge of what she was trying to do. “Easy…” He rumbled. “Just helping, Lise… So funeral?”
“Yes, funeral…” Cuddy breathed out slowly - she hadn’t wanted to tell him. Now that she was his sole focus he followed her everywhere and while he hadn’t remembered anything - he read her, like a book which caused Foreman to scowl at her.
“So am I not friends with this person that all of my team, and my bestest friend are going to the funeral of?” His tone expressed his opinion of the likelihood of that as he snapped the hair clasp shut. “Or am I not welcome.”
“Greg…” She turned suddenly, expecting recognition there - and yet, she realized he was referring to her as his ‘bestest friend’ and pressed her hand on his chest. “Don’t…”
He smirked slightly as she pulled away from him and stalked away. “When have I ever taken that answer?” He followed her out into the office proper again.
“I’m still your attending. I can get a restraint order.” She turned and crossed her arms over her chest, her heated gaze landing on him. The frustrating part was that while he didn’t remember most of their history - he was still Greg House. Yet, he wasn’t - at least not the House she’d come to know and, at times, loath. “You weren’t friends with the person whose funeral it is.” She said finally - it wasn’t a lie - she really wouldn’t call him and Amber friends. Rivals maybe, but not friends. “Not really. Don’t ask anything else.”
Watching Cuddy told him more than her lips ever would. Her body language was closed, she was definitely keeping secrets. Her eyes were sad and there was a slight downturn in her lips. There was also a certain emotional distance in her gaze. His eyes narrowed as he took it all in then inclined his head. “I will, if you promise to spring me when you get back.” He’d be able to get more from her later - when she’d had to deal with everything on her own and needed someone to lean on - not that she’d ever admit it.
“We’ve been through this House - you need someone to stay with you - and your mother isn’t able to come up at the moment.” Cuddy sighed.
“I’m a big boy even if I don’t remember everything.” House snarked. “I can dress myself and everything. I don’t need my mom.” He didn’t want his father around at the best of times and especially not while he was like this.
“Greg,” Cuddy said exasperated.
“Lisa…” House said mocking her tone, and then he grinned slowly. “I don’t know why we’re arguing about this. There’s an easy solution.”
“No…” She said instantly. “Absolutely not. I have a funeral to go to.” This new-old House was dangerous. He made her laugh, forget about her worries, made the sorrow of the last few weeks fade away. Instead of being a bitter, sarcastic ass - he was an endearing, sarcastic ass and it threw her. She had to keep reminding herself that it was an illusion - one that would fall apart as soon as he remembered. She couldn’t afford to be living anywhere near him. If only Wilson… She sighed as guilt rose fast in her chest.
Wilson would be beside himself if he knew. She knew Cameron had gone to visit him - they often thought she was unaware - but she never was. Thankfully, she seemed to have enough sense not to discuss House or what was happening with House with the oncologist. She shook her head.
“Fine…” House said evenly but she could tell just by looking at him that he was scheming.
“Don’t, whatever it is you’re thinking, just don’t.” She said warningly as she picked up her coat and walked to the door, watching him, expecting him to follow.
“I thought I’d get comfy…” House started.
“Out…” She glared at him.
Rolling his eyes he moved to the door, “Fine, I’m outing…” He slipped out the door, limping along. ‘For now.’ He smirked as he limped out into the hall, knowing Cuddy would be gone for a few hours at least.
Disclaimer: Still don't own House.
Pairing: House/Cuddy and possibly Wilson/Cameron eventually (in the far future)
AN: Back to the Huddy goodness.
“So I’m not thinking hot date…” A familiar voice said from behind her, startling her. “It’s not the right kind of little black dress - besides which we both know you can’t get enough of me.”
Running her fingers through her unruly curls, Cuddy turned towards House and sighed. She’d gone to his apartment and retrieved some of his own clothing for him when he started to complain about the gowns he was wearing. “No hot dates… I can’t exactly expect you to be my wingman when you’re not discharged yet.”
“Interrupt your dates a lot do I?” House waggled his brows. “You just must not be going out with the right man…”
“You wish…” Lisa moved to the small private bathroom in her office and pulled her hair up into a twist, then started fumbling with the clasp of the barrette she was pinning it with.
Long elegant fingers that weren’t hers made her shiver and freeze as they brushed against her own and took charge of what she was trying to do. “Easy…” He rumbled. “Just helping, Lise… So funeral?”
“Yes, funeral…” Cuddy breathed out slowly - she hadn’t wanted to tell him. Now that she was his sole focus he followed her everywhere and while he hadn’t remembered anything - he read her, like a book which caused Foreman to scowl at her.
“So am I not friends with this person that all of my team, and my bestest friend are going to the funeral of?” His tone expressed his opinion of the likelihood of that as he snapped the hair clasp shut. “Or am I not welcome.”
“Greg…” She turned suddenly, expecting recognition there - and yet, she realized he was referring to her as his ‘bestest friend’ and pressed her hand on his chest. “Don’t…”
He smirked slightly as she pulled away from him and stalked away. “When have I ever taken that answer?” He followed her out into the office proper again.
“I’m still your attending. I can get a restraint order.” She turned and crossed her arms over her chest, her heated gaze landing on him. The frustrating part was that while he didn’t remember most of their history - he was still Greg House. Yet, he wasn’t - at least not the House she’d come to know and, at times, loath. “You weren’t friends with the person whose funeral it is.” She said finally - it wasn’t a lie - she really wouldn’t call him and Amber friends. Rivals maybe, but not friends. “Not really. Don’t ask anything else.”
Watching Cuddy told him more than her lips ever would. Her body language was closed, she was definitely keeping secrets. Her eyes were sad and there was a slight downturn in her lips. There was also a certain emotional distance in her gaze. His eyes narrowed as he took it all in then inclined his head. “I will, if you promise to spring me when you get back.” He’d be able to get more from her later - when she’d had to deal with everything on her own and needed someone to lean on - not that she’d ever admit it.
“We’ve been through this House - you need someone to stay with you - and your mother isn’t able to come up at the moment.” Cuddy sighed.
“I’m a big boy even if I don’t remember everything.” House snarked. “I can dress myself and everything. I don’t need my mom.” He didn’t want his father around at the best of times and especially not while he was like this.
“Greg,” Cuddy said exasperated.
“Lisa…” House said mocking her tone, and then he grinned slowly. “I don’t know why we’re arguing about this. There’s an easy solution.”
“No…” She said instantly. “Absolutely not. I have a funeral to go to.” This new-old House was dangerous. He made her laugh, forget about her worries, made the sorrow of the last few weeks fade away. Instead of being a bitter, sarcastic ass - he was an endearing, sarcastic ass and it threw her. She had to keep reminding herself that it was an illusion - one that would fall apart as soon as he remembered. She couldn’t afford to be living anywhere near him. If only Wilson… She sighed as guilt rose fast in her chest.
Wilson would be beside himself if he knew. She knew Cameron had gone to visit him - they often thought she was unaware - but she never was. Thankfully, she seemed to have enough sense not to discuss House or what was happening with House with the oncologist. She shook her head.
“Fine…” House said evenly but she could tell just by looking at him that he was scheming.
“Don’t, whatever it is you’re thinking, just don’t.” She said warningly as she picked up her coat and walked to the door, watching him, expecting him to follow.
“I thought I’d get comfy…” House started.
“Out…” She glared at him.
Rolling his eyes he moved to the door, “Fine, I’m outing…” He slipped out the door, limping along. ‘For now.’ He smirked as he limped out into the hall, knowing Cuddy would be gone for a few hours at least.