A Year In Misery Almost Sort Of: Chapter Fourteen
Title: A Year In Misery Almost Sort Of
Chapter: Fourteen out of ?
Pairings: House/Cuddy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Don't sue me.
Summary: Cuddy recalls her past and the relationship she had with House during the college days.
Start from the beginning
OR
Chap. 13, if ya missed it
OR
Jealousy. Cuddy knew House could be very jealous and possessive. It wasn’t always the material items such as his cane or his guitar. Cuddy found herself at the hands of these two emotions every time she even remotely showed affection for any member of the opposite sex that was not House.
Of course, Cuddy always chose to ignore it. She wasn’t going to let him stand in the way of her happiness just because he felt it was best to trail her, annoy her, and practically ruin most of her nights with various dates. However, secretly, Cuddy found a sense of comfort in House’s actions. It pleased her to know that he was concerned for her and that he cared, in his own way, of course.
She was waiting for him and pacing. It wasn’t like him to blow her off at this stage in their friendship. Of course, she knew, if he didn’t show up within the next fifteen minutes, she would leave. He was unpredictable and she couldn’t always rely on him to keep up his end of their meeting arrangement.
“Good morning.”
She stopped pacing and looked to the doorway as he made his way into the med student lounge. She took a seat on the couch and he flopped down in the armchair.
“I didn’t think you were going to show,” she told him.
“Why?” His eyebrows drew together. “You have to love me. My time in doing so is running out.”
“We still have two months,” she pointed out, her eyes never leaving his.
He shifted a bit uncomfortably under her stare. He cleared his throat and gained his composure. “Failed any tests as of late?”
“No, I have not,” she defended herself quickly, annoyed that he was jumping right into it.
He gave a shrug. “You’re busier than usual. I just figured...”
“Why would you assume that?” She knew he was curious, but he wasn’t letting up on the fact that he was bothered by the recent event in her life. She wanted him to admit it.
He placed his hands behind his head and leaned back. “We’ve been meeting less and less. Our times keep growing later and later. Have you been busier?”
“A little,” she answered as if it was no big deal.
He leaned forward. “Busy with what?”
She let out a sigh, giving in. “What do you want know?”
“What?” He pulled back, placing false confusion on his face.
“You dodge around actual questions with pointless ones.” She narrowed her eyes at him.
“So?” He thought about getting up and moving across the room to see if she would follow him, but ultimately decided it would be best if he held his ground.
“So what do you want to know?” she asked.
He eyed her up carefully before speaking. “Did you sleep with him?”
“I- well-” she flustered, “that’s... kind of personal.”
“You did, you whore,” he accused, drawing back in disgust.
She glared at him. “Hey!”
“One date and you put out.” He shook his head.
“We’ve been dating for a while.” She grew quiet. “Besides... we haven’t had sex.”
“Is he gay?” He still didn’t believe it.
“No, he’s not gay.” She gave him a look, annoyed at this point.
“I’m sure he’s lying to you,” he said. “We weren’t even dating and we still-”
“House,” she cut him off. “He doesn’t know about you.”
The air in the room suddenly seemed stale to him. He stood from the chair and moved towards the doorway. He stopped halfway and faced her.
“I thought everyone on campus knew about me.” He hoped his ego would save him from the direction of this conversation.
“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” she replied. “He doesn’t know we’re friends and we meet here this late. Like this.”
“Like how?” he asked her, questioning her with his stare.
“Could you stop it for two seconds and talk to me?” She folded her arms across her chest, showing him that she wanted to stop their perpetual game.
“What is there to talk about?” he asked. “You’re dating some guy who chews his fingernails and takes cash to write papers for others. I don’t quite know what we’re suppose to be talking about, Cuddy.”
She stood from the couch and reached for her bag. “I knew you were going to get weird about this. It started as soon as you found out, but I didn’t say anything. Now, it’s just... too much.”
“You keep talking, but all I hear is screechy bitchiness,” he stated simply.
She snapped to attention and accused, “You’re jealous of him.” She lowered her tone and sighed. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but we’re not together, right?” He nodded in response. She gave him a nod in return. “Okay.”
After she her situated her bag over herself, she moved to the door. He grabbed her arm as she passed him, pulling her back. She turned to him as his hand still held its grip.
“What are you hiding, Cuddy?” he asked as he leaned in closer to her.
She attempted to remove her arm from his hand, but failed in doing so. Giving up rather easily, she sighed. “Nothing.”
“I’ve made you love me?” he asked her, loosening his hold just a touch.
“No,” she answered, keeping her eyes locked with his. “I don’t want things to change between us. I mean, you know he bites his fingernails, House. Why else would you bother to care about that unless it’s because of me?”
He released her and took a step back. “The guy has a reputation and I had the unfortunate disposition to sit behind him in class last year. I watched him practically chew his hand off every day. The information I had gathered were from personal experiences only.” He paused and his voice lowered. “It had nothing to do with you.”
She waited a moment, then nodded. “Good... It’s late. I should be going.”
“Yeah,” he agreed.
“Goodnight, then.” She removed herself from his vision as she disappeared through the doorway of the med student lounge. What had started off as something a bit more playful had turned into an almost painfulness which she regretted.
He remained grounded in his spot, staring at the empty doorway after she had gone. He almost hoped she still wouldn’t mention him to her love interest just in case they got down to details. He never had a class with the guy and he only recently found out about his paper writing for investments after a little snooping. But, he figured as he made his way out of lounge, she didn’t need to know that.
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Chapter: Fourteen out of ?
Pairings: House/Cuddy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Don't sue me.
Summary: Cuddy recalls her past and the relationship she had with House during the college days.
Start from the beginning
OR
Chap. 13, if ya missed it
OR
Jealousy. Cuddy knew House could be very jealous and possessive. It wasn’t always the material items such as his cane or his guitar. Cuddy found herself at the hands of these two emotions every time she even remotely showed affection for any member of the opposite sex that was not House.
Of course, Cuddy always chose to ignore it. She wasn’t going to let him stand in the way of her happiness just because he felt it was best to trail her, annoy her, and practically ruin most of her nights with various dates. However, secretly, Cuddy found a sense of comfort in House’s actions. It pleased her to know that he was concerned for her and that he cared, in his own way, of course.
She was waiting for him and pacing. It wasn’t like him to blow her off at this stage in their friendship. Of course, she knew, if he didn’t show up within the next fifteen minutes, she would leave. He was unpredictable and she couldn’t always rely on him to keep up his end of their meeting arrangement.
“Good morning.”
She stopped pacing and looked to the doorway as he made his way into the med student lounge. She took a seat on the couch and he flopped down in the armchair.
“I didn’t think you were going to show,” she told him.
“Why?” His eyebrows drew together. “You have to love me. My time in doing so is running out.”
“We still have two months,” she pointed out, her eyes never leaving his.
He shifted a bit uncomfortably under her stare. He cleared his throat and gained his composure. “Failed any tests as of late?”
“No, I have not,” she defended herself quickly, annoyed that he was jumping right into it.
He gave a shrug. “You’re busier than usual. I just figured...”
“Why would you assume that?” She knew he was curious, but he wasn’t letting up on the fact that he was bothered by the recent event in her life. She wanted him to admit it.
He placed his hands behind his head and leaned back. “We’ve been meeting less and less. Our times keep growing later and later. Have you been busier?”
“A little,” she answered as if it was no big deal.
He leaned forward. “Busy with what?”
She let out a sigh, giving in. “What do you want know?”
“What?” He pulled back, placing false confusion on his face.
“You dodge around actual questions with pointless ones.” She narrowed her eyes at him.
“So?” He thought about getting up and moving across the room to see if she would follow him, but ultimately decided it would be best if he held his ground.
“So what do you want to know?” she asked.
He eyed her up carefully before speaking. “Did you sleep with him?”
“I- well-” she flustered, “that’s... kind of personal.”
“You did, you whore,” he accused, drawing back in disgust.
She glared at him. “Hey!”
“One date and you put out.” He shook his head.
“We’ve been dating for a while.” She grew quiet. “Besides... we haven’t had sex.”
“Is he gay?” He still didn’t believe it.
“No, he’s not gay.” She gave him a look, annoyed at this point.
“I’m sure he’s lying to you,” he said. “We weren’t even dating and we still-”
“House,” she cut him off. “He doesn’t know about you.”
The air in the room suddenly seemed stale to him. He stood from the chair and moved towards the doorway. He stopped halfway and faced her.
“I thought everyone on campus knew about me.” He hoped his ego would save him from the direction of this conversation.
“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” she replied. “He doesn’t know we’re friends and we meet here this late. Like this.”
“Like how?” he asked her, questioning her with his stare.
“Could you stop it for two seconds and talk to me?” She folded her arms across her chest, showing him that she wanted to stop their perpetual game.
“What is there to talk about?” he asked. “You’re dating some guy who chews his fingernails and takes cash to write papers for others. I don’t quite know what we’re suppose to be talking about, Cuddy.”
She stood from the couch and reached for her bag. “I knew you were going to get weird about this. It started as soon as you found out, but I didn’t say anything. Now, it’s just... too much.”
“You keep talking, but all I hear is screechy bitchiness,” he stated simply.
She snapped to attention and accused, “You’re jealous of him.” She lowered her tone and sighed. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but we’re not together, right?” He nodded in response. She gave him a nod in return. “Okay.”
After she her situated her bag over herself, she moved to the door. He grabbed her arm as she passed him, pulling her back. She turned to him as his hand still held its grip.
“What are you hiding, Cuddy?” he asked as he leaned in closer to her.
She attempted to remove her arm from his hand, but failed in doing so. Giving up rather easily, she sighed. “Nothing.”
“I’ve made you love me?” he asked her, loosening his hold just a touch.
“No,” she answered, keeping her eyes locked with his. “I don’t want things to change between us. I mean, you know he bites his fingernails, House. Why else would you bother to care about that unless it’s because of me?”
He released her and took a step back. “The guy has a reputation and I had the unfortunate disposition to sit behind him in class last year. I watched him practically chew his hand off every day. The information I had gathered were from personal experiences only.” He paused and his voice lowered. “It had nothing to do with you.”
She waited a moment, then nodded. “Good... It’s late. I should be going.”
“Yeah,” he agreed.
“Goodnight, then.” She removed herself from his vision as she disappeared through the doorway of the med student lounge. What had started off as something a bit more playful had turned into an almost painfulness which she regretted.
He remained grounded in his spot, staring at the empty doorway after she had gone. He almost hoped she still wouldn’t mention him to her love interest just in case they got down to details. He never had a class with the guy and he only recently found out about his paper writing for investments after a little snooping. But, he figured as he made his way out of lounge, she didn’t need to know that.
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