Fic: I Will Buy You A New Life: Chapter Seven
Title: I Will Buy You A New Life. SEQUEL to Where Your Flowers Can Bloom, which is a sequel to I Will Buy You A Garden.
Pairings: House/Cuddy
Rating: I'm pretty sure PG-13 will work.
Chapter: Seven of ?
Disclaimer: I don't own House M.D. nor the characters. I don't make any money from this.
Summary: After House and Cuddy decided to give their relationship a try and raise their daughter, Sarah, together, we catch up with them seven years later. Sarah is a teenager, House has an emerging medical problem, and Cuddy's trying to keep her eye on both of them.
(Start from the beginning.)
“Mom!” Sarah called out toward the house from the middle of her bedroom. “Mom!”
“What?” Cuddy shouted from her own bedroom while hurriedly pulling a shirt over her head.
“Where’s my shirt with the things on it?” Sarah asked and picked through a pile of clothes on her floor.
“A little more specific,” Cuddy replied.
“The purple shirt with the little phrases and pictures on it in black.” Sarah straightened and scanned her room. “I got it last month when we went into the City.”
“The one you bought in that cramped, dirty store in Greenwich Village?” Cuddy asked and fastened the clasp of her necklace.
Sarah stopped and looked toward her open doorway. “Yeah, that one!”
“I put it in your closet,” Cuddy replied and crossed to her own closet to find a pair of heels.
Sarah frowned. “It’s not there. I looked.”
“It better be there unless someone is coming in and stealing your wardrobe,” Cuddy called out loudly from inside her own closet.
“Ugh!” Sarah let out a frustrated cry as she headed for the closet she checked twice already. “Mom!”
Cuddy drew out of her closet and slipped on her heels. “Wear something else. We’re just going to dinner.”
“I know,” Sarah replied, annoyed. “But we’re going to be a big group and everyone will be looking at us!”
“No one’s going to be looking at us.” Cuddy shook her head even though her daughter couldn’t see her. “Just find something to wear. We’re going to be late.”
“That’s because you came home from work late.”
Cuddy looked toward the source of the voice. House had been sitting on the bed, watching in a bored fashion as Cuddy flocked about her bedroom, changing as fast as she could. He stared at her.
“That wasn’t my fault,” Cuddy told House.
“I found it!” Sarah called from her room.
“Good!” Cuddy called back.
“Come here,” House commanded of Cuddy gently.
Cuddy crossed the room and stood between House’s legs. He placed his hands on her hips, drawing her even closer as he widened the gap between his legs until Cuddy bumped into the mattress.
“House.” Cuddy stared down at him.
“House, huh?” House smirked and took her hand, giving it a tug so she leaned down toward him. He gently drew her down even more and kissed her gently on the side of her neck, his teeth grazing her soft skin occasionally.
Cuddy closed her eyes, giving in to the calm after her hectic wardrobe change. “Mmm...”
House pulled back and looked up at Cuddy, a smirk still on his face. “Yeah?”
Cuddy straightened and shook her head. “We can’t.”
“Why?” House’s eyebrows drew together. “We’re already late. What does it matter by how much?”
“We won’t be late if we leave in five minutes,” Cuddy told him and took a step back.
“I’ve been dressed and ready for the last twenty minutes,” House said, placing a frown on his face.
“And it would be a waste of your effort if I were to undress you now.” Cuddy smirked, raising an eyebrow at him.
“I don’t think so.” House shook his head, playing the serious role now.
“Ew, what are you guys talking about?” Sarah spoke from the doorway.
Cuddy looked to her daughter and stepped away from House. “Nothing.”
“Right.” Sarah rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her purple tee shirt she had so desperately looked for. “Are we going?”
“Yes,” Cuddy answered and scanned the bedroom for her purse. “Now.”
House stood from the bed and headed for the door. Cuddy snatched her purse from her dresser and followed after him. Sarah led the way to the front door. She looked to her father.
“Dad, are you going to be all right going to dinner?”
House looked to his daughter. “Yes.”
“And are you going to eat?” Sarah asked.
“I could eat a horse,” House said.
Sarah frowned, staring at him. “Okay.”
With a shake of her head, Sarah opened the front door and headed out of the house. House looked to Cuddy.
“What’s with that look she gave me?” House asked. “She got it from you.”
“Oh, please.” Cuddy frowned, producing the same expression.
“That look.” House pointed. “Right there.”
“Shut up.” Cuddy smirked and brought his head down toward her so she could plant a kiss on his lips.
Wilson looked up from his seat next to Claire at the reserved table in the chosen place to have dinner. Jack, his hair in a dirty blonde shag cut, sat next to his father. Olivia, her brown hair in curls around her face, smiled brightly when she saw Sarah.
“Ah, you’re here.” Wilson gave a smile first to Cuddy, then to House.
“Sorry, I was stuck at work later than I planned.” Cuddy took the empty seat next to Claire.
“That’s all right.” Claire gave her a smile. “We waited to order.”
“Oh, thank you.” Cuddy returned the smile.
Sarah took the empty seat next to Olivia while House sat between Cuddy and Sarah. Cuddy placed her hand on House’s knee and gave it a gentle squeeze to give him a bit of comfort.
“Hi, Sarah,” Jack greeted.
“Hi, Jack,” Sarah returned the greeting.
“I got this new game for my GameBuddy.” Jack extended his slim handheld game system in her direction.
“Cool,” Sarah unenthusiastically replied.
Sarah rolled her eyes and Cuddy shot her a look. Sarah exchanged a look with her mother, then turned to Jack. It wasn’t that she disliked Jack, it was just that he tried too hard to impress her sometimes because of his admiration for her, and Sarah had recently been finding it more annoying than endearing.
“What’s the game about?” Sarah asked Jack in a brightened tone.
“You’re a detective trying to solve cases and fighting crime,” Jack told her excitedly. “They have these exercises for your brain and then you beat the bad guys. It’s really cool.”
“Jack, put that away,” Claire told her son.
“Why?” Jack frowned. “Olivia’s playing hers under the table.”
Olivia looked up quickly from her lap. “Am not!”
“Olivia,” Claire warned, but a hint of gentleness was in her voice.
“She’s not even suppose to have hers because she was in a fight with Mikey Davidson,” Jack reminded both his parents.
“Hand them both over,” Wilson said.
Jack’s eyebrows drew together. “What?”
“Now,” Wilson emphasized, reaching his hand out towards both his children.
Jack sighed and handed his red GameBuddy to his father. Olivia frowned and passed her pink one over.
“You’re such a tattletale,” Olivia hissed at her brother.
“And you’re a bully,” Jack replied and then winced. “Ow! Olivia kicked me.”
“Ah!” Olivia whined. “Dad, he kicked me back!”
“Both of you stop it or you won’t be getting your GameBuddies back for a week,” Wilson told them. He looked over in the direction of House and Cuddy, who were skimming their menus. He gave a smile. “Kids.”
Cuddy looked up from her menu and smiled. “Yeah.”
“How are you doing, Greg?” Claire asked.
“Well enough,” House answered and set his menu down.
“I was talking to Rick today,” Wilson said. “He was asking about you.”
“Did he want to know if I was dying?” House raised an eyebrow. “That guy always hated me.”
“Actually, he seemed pretty upset.” Wilson gave a shrug.
House turned to Cuddy. “Watch out for him. Who knows what he’s really after.”
“Mom, I have to go to the bathroom,” Olivia piped up.
Sarah pushed her chair back. “Come on, Liv. I’ll take you.”
“Thank you, Sarah.” Cuddy said to her daughter.
“Yeah.” Sarah pushed her chair back in now that she was standing. “If the waiter comes over, I want a Caesar salad.”
“And I want the chicken fingers.” Olivia mirrored Sarah and pushed her chair in too.
“Okay,” Cuddy and Claire both answered.
Sarah led the way to the bathroom in the restaurant. She wasn’t positive as to its location, but she was pretty sure she was heading in the right direction. Olivia kept up at her side.
“Sarah?” Olivia looked up at Sarah.
“Yeah?” Sarah asked.
“What’s wrong with Uncle Greg?” Olivia’s tone was pure curiosity.
“He’s sick,” Sarah answered, making it as simple as she could.
Sarah led Olivia down a short hallway and pushed open the door to the Women’s room. She let Olivia enter first and then followed her in.
“I know he’s sick,” Olivia said. “But what’s wrong with him? Am I going to get what he has?”
“No.” Sarah let the Women’s room door swing closed. “It’s not contagious.”
Olivia paused outside the stall door and stared at Sarah, confusion on her face. “That means... that...”
“You can’t get it.” Sarah shook her head. “It doesn’t spread by germs.”
“Oh.” Olivia nodded. “Right. Is he gonna get better?”
“I hope so,” Sarah replied.
“I’m sure he will,” Olivia told her and entered the stall.
“Yeah,” Sarah agreed, but the more she thought about it as she spoke to someone who didn’t fully understand the situation, the more she grew unsure.
Chapter Eight.
Pairings: House/Cuddy
Rating: I'm pretty sure PG-13 will work.
Chapter: Seven of ?
Disclaimer: I don't own House M.D. nor the characters. I don't make any money from this.
Summary: After House and Cuddy decided to give their relationship a try and raise their daughter, Sarah, together, we catch up with them seven years later. Sarah is a teenager, House has an emerging medical problem, and Cuddy's trying to keep her eye on both of them.
(Start from the beginning.)
“Mom!” Sarah called out toward the house from the middle of her bedroom. “Mom!”
“What?” Cuddy shouted from her own bedroom while hurriedly pulling a shirt over her head.
“Where’s my shirt with the things on it?” Sarah asked and picked through a pile of clothes on her floor.
“A little more specific,” Cuddy replied.
“The purple shirt with the little phrases and pictures on it in black.” Sarah straightened and scanned her room. “I got it last month when we went into the City.”
“The one you bought in that cramped, dirty store in Greenwich Village?” Cuddy asked and fastened the clasp of her necklace.
Sarah stopped and looked toward her open doorway. “Yeah, that one!”
“I put it in your closet,” Cuddy replied and crossed to her own closet to find a pair of heels.
Sarah frowned. “It’s not there. I looked.”
“It better be there unless someone is coming in and stealing your wardrobe,” Cuddy called out loudly from inside her own closet.
“Ugh!” Sarah let out a frustrated cry as she headed for the closet she checked twice already. “Mom!”
Cuddy drew out of her closet and slipped on her heels. “Wear something else. We’re just going to dinner.”
“I know,” Sarah replied, annoyed. “But we’re going to be a big group and everyone will be looking at us!”
“No one’s going to be looking at us.” Cuddy shook her head even though her daughter couldn’t see her. “Just find something to wear. We’re going to be late.”
“That’s because you came home from work late.”
Cuddy looked toward the source of the voice. House had been sitting on the bed, watching in a bored fashion as Cuddy flocked about her bedroom, changing as fast as she could. He stared at her.
“That wasn’t my fault,” Cuddy told House.
“I found it!” Sarah called from her room.
“Good!” Cuddy called back.
“Come here,” House commanded of Cuddy gently.
Cuddy crossed the room and stood between House’s legs. He placed his hands on her hips, drawing her even closer as he widened the gap between his legs until Cuddy bumped into the mattress.
“House.” Cuddy stared down at him.
“House, huh?” House smirked and took her hand, giving it a tug so she leaned down toward him. He gently drew her down even more and kissed her gently on the side of her neck, his teeth grazing her soft skin occasionally.
Cuddy closed her eyes, giving in to the calm after her hectic wardrobe change. “Mmm...”
House pulled back and looked up at Cuddy, a smirk still on his face. “Yeah?”
Cuddy straightened and shook her head. “We can’t.”
“Why?” House’s eyebrows drew together. “We’re already late. What does it matter by how much?”
“We won’t be late if we leave in five minutes,” Cuddy told him and took a step back.
“I’ve been dressed and ready for the last twenty minutes,” House said, placing a frown on his face.
“And it would be a waste of your effort if I were to undress you now.” Cuddy smirked, raising an eyebrow at him.
“I don’t think so.” House shook his head, playing the serious role now.
“Ew, what are you guys talking about?” Sarah spoke from the doorway.
Cuddy looked to her daughter and stepped away from House. “Nothing.”
“Right.” Sarah rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her purple tee shirt she had so desperately looked for. “Are we going?”
“Yes,” Cuddy answered and scanned the bedroom for her purse. “Now.”
House stood from the bed and headed for the door. Cuddy snatched her purse from her dresser and followed after him. Sarah led the way to the front door. She looked to her father.
“Dad, are you going to be all right going to dinner?”
House looked to his daughter. “Yes.”
“And are you going to eat?” Sarah asked.
“I could eat a horse,” House said.
Sarah frowned, staring at him. “Okay.”
With a shake of her head, Sarah opened the front door and headed out of the house. House looked to Cuddy.
“What’s with that look she gave me?” House asked. “She got it from you.”
“Oh, please.” Cuddy frowned, producing the same expression.
“That look.” House pointed. “Right there.”
“Shut up.” Cuddy smirked and brought his head down toward her so she could plant a kiss on his lips.
Wilson looked up from his seat next to Claire at the reserved table in the chosen place to have dinner. Jack, his hair in a dirty blonde shag cut, sat next to his father. Olivia, her brown hair in curls around her face, smiled brightly when she saw Sarah.
“Ah, you’re here.” Wilson gave a smile first to Cuddy, then to House.
“Sorry, I was stuck at work later than I planned.” Cuddy took the empty seat next to Claire.
“That’s all right.” Claire gave her a smile. “We waited to order.”
“Oh, thank you.” Cuddy returned the smile.
Sarah took the empty seat next to Olivia while House sat between Cuddy and Sarah. Cuddy placed her hand on House’s knee and gave it a gentle squeeze to give him a bit of comfort.
“Hi, Sarah,” Jack greeted.
“Hi, Jack,” Sarah returned the greeting.
“I got this new game for my GameBuddy.” Jack extended his slim handheld game system in her direction.
“Cool,” Sarah unenthusiastically replied.
Sarah rolled her eyes and Cuddy shot her a look. Sarah exchanged a look with her mother, then turned to Jack. It wasn’t that she disliked Jack, it was just that he tried too hard to impress her sometimes because of his admiration for her, and Sarah had recently been finding it more annoying than endearing.
“What’s the game about?” Sarah asked Jack in a brightened tone.
“You’re a detective trying to solve cases and fighting crime,” Jack told her excitedly. “They have these exercises for your brain and then you beat the bad guys. It’s really cool.”
“Jack, put that away,” Claire told her son.
“Why?” Jack frowned. “Olivia’s playing hers under the table.”
Olivia looked up quickly from her lap. “Am not!”
“Olivia,” Claire warned, but a hint of gentleness was in her voice.
“She’s not even suppose to have hers because she was in a fight with Mikey Davidson,” Jack reminded both his parents.
“Hand them both over,” Wilson said.
Jack’s eyebrows drew together. “What?”
“Now,” Wilson emphasized, reaching his hand out towards both his children.
Jack sighed and handed his red GameBuddy to his father. Olivia frowned and passed her pink one over.
“You’re such a tattletale,” Olivia hissed at her brother.
“And you’re a bully,” Jack replied and then winced. “Ow! Olivia kicked me.”
“Ah!” Olivia whined. “Dad, he kicked me back!”
“Both of you stop it or you won’t be getting your GameBuddies back for a week,” Wilson told them. He looked over in the direction of House and Cuddy, who were skimming their menus. He gave a smile. “Kids.”
Cuddy looked up from her menu and smiled. “Yeah.”
“How are you doing, Greg?” Claire asked.
“Well enough,” House answered and set his menu down.
“I was talking to Rick today,” Wilson said. “He was asking about you.”
“Did he want to know if I was dying?” House raised an eyebrow. “That guy always hated me.”
“Actually, he seemed pretty upset.” Wilson gave a shrug.
House turned to Cuddy. “Watch out for him. Who knows what he’s really after.”
“Mom, I have to go to the bathroom,” Olivia piped up.
Sarah pushed her chair back. “Come on, Liv. I’ll take you.”
“Thank you, Sarah.” Cuddy said to her daughter.
“Yeah.” Sarah pushed her chair back in now that she was standing. “If the waiter comes over, I want a Caesar salad.”
“And I want the chicken fingers.” Olivia mirrored Sarah and pushed her chair in too.
“Okay,” Cuddy and Claire both answered.
Sarah led the way to the bathroom in the restaurant. She wasn’t positive as to its location, but she was pretty sure she was heading in the right direction. Olivia kept up at her side.
“Sarah?” Olivia looked up at Sarah.
“Yeah?” Sarah asked.
“What’s wrong with Uncle Greg?” Olivia’s tone was pure curiosity.
“He’s sick,” Sarah answered, making it as simple as she could.
Sarah led Olivia down a short hallway and pushed open the door to the Women’s room. She let Olivia enter first and then followed her in.
“I know he’s sick,” Olivia said. “But what’s wrong with him? Am I going to get what he has?”
“No.” Sarah let the Women’s room door swing closed. “It’s not contagious.”
Olivia paused outside the stall door and stared at Sarah, confusion on her face. “That means... that...”
“You can’t get it.” Sarah shook her head. “It doesn’t spread by germs.”
“Oh.” Olivia nodded. “Right. Is he gonna get better?”
“I hope so,” Sarah replied.
“I’m sure he will,” Olivia told her and entered the stall.
“Yeah,” Sarah agreed, but the more she thought about it as she spoke to someone who didn’t fully understand the situation, the more she grew unsure.
Chapter Eight.