Now and Then
Title: Now and Then
Fandom: House.
Characters: Cuddy/Wilson, mentions of Cuddy/House.
Rating: PG-13, just to be safe.
Word Count: 353.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: He never makes you apologize for being who you are, never makes you feel bad when you’re not the greatest person who ever walked the planet.
Author's Note/Disclaimer: I own nothing. This one was for
bittereternity, who asked me to write a Cuddy/Wilson, Cuddy/House fic with "She likes to believe that if it wasn't for Wilson, she would've fallen in love with House" in mind.
You’re with James now, and you couldn’t be happier. He’s amazing; caring, compassionate, selfless. He never makes you apologize for being who you are, never makes you feel bad when you’re not the greatest person who ever walked the planet. He makes you feel loved, like someone actually wants you around, and you can’t remember the last time you felt like that.
You do remember that one night in college, though, when you first met Greg. You remember how his fingers felt against your skin, how his scruffy beard felt against your cheek. You can practically smell the whiskey on his breath, taste the longing on his lips; sometimes, it’s like you’re there again, in his arms. You remember waking up to the sound of the piano, notes gently floating through the air into the bedroom. Sometimes you wake up, before you open your eyes, and you feel like you’re there again - tangled in his sheets, hair a mess, clothes strewn about his floor. The texture of the carpet beneath your bare feet is lodged in your memory, something you’ll never be able to get rid of.
You both agreed it was a drunken mistake, decided to become friends instead of trying to create a relationship because med school was too hard without the added drama. He disappeared and you didn’t find out until later (much later) that he got kicked out for cheating. And then even later in your life he reappeared, a patient with a girlfriend. You’re heart was always a tangled mess, but Greg somehow knew how to pull it apart without ripping it apart. He could hold your hand, touch your arm and you’re body would awaken, as if it had been sleeping for years, had never felt human contact.
But you’re with James now, and you’re really happy. Truly, one hundred percent, but there’s a part of you though that crawls into your mind in the middle of the night when you just can’t sleep that fills your brain with doubts. There’s a part of you that believes that if it weren’t for James, you could’ve loved Greg.
Fandom: House.
Characters: Cuddy/Wilson, mentions of Cuddy/House.
Rating: PG-13, just to be safe.
Word Count: 353.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: He never makes you apologize for being who you are, never makes you feel bad when you’re not the greatest person who ever walked the planet.
Author's Note/Disclaimer: I own nothing. This one was for
bittereternity, who asked me to write a Cuddy/Wilson, Cuddy/House fic with "She likes to believe that if it wasn't for Wilson, she would've fallen in love with House" in mind.
You’re with James now, and you couldn’t be happier. He’s amazing; caring, compassionate, selfless. He never makes you apologize for being who you are, never makes you feel bad when you’re not the greatest person who ever walked the planet. He makes you feel loved, like someone actually wants you around, and you can’t remember the last time you felt like that.
You do remember that one night in college, though, when you first met Greg. You remember how his fingers felt against your skin, how his scruffy beard felt against your cheek. You can practically smell the whiskey on his breath, taste the longing on his lips; sometimes, it’s like you’re there again, in his arms. You remember waking up to the sound of the piano, notes gently floating through the air into the bedroom. Sometimes you wake up, before you open your eyes, and you feel like you’re there again - tangled in his sheets, hair a mess, clothes strewn about his floor. The texture of the carpet beneath your bare feet is lodged in your memory, something you’ll never be able to get rid of.
You both agreed it was a drunken mistake, decided to become friends instead of trying to create a relationship because med school was too hard without the added drama. He disappeared and you didn’t find out until later (much later) that he got kicked out for cheating. And then even later in your life he reappeared, a patient with a girlfriend. You’re heart was always a tangled mess, but Greg somehow knew how to pull it apart without ripping it apart. He could hold your hand, touch your arm and you’re body would awaken, as if it had been sleeping for years, had never felt human contact.
But you’re with James now, and you’re really happy. Truly, one hundred percent, but there’s a part of you though that crawls into your mind in the middle of the night when you just can’t sleep that fills your brain with doubts. There’s a part of you that believes that if it weren’t for James, you could’ve loved Greg.