Fic: I Will Buy You A New Life: Chapter Eleven
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: Eleven 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.)
“I got the door,” Sarah declared and held the door open as her mother helped her father into their home.
“You’re doing fine,” Cuddy told House, holding him up as best as she could. “Do you want to go on the couch or to the bedroom?”
“I can’t make it to the bedroom,” House said gruffly.
“Okay.”
Cuddy struggled slightly and led House into the living room. Sarah shut the front door and hurried to her bedroom to retrieve some items her father had asked for. Cuddy aided House in sitting on the couch. House flopped back onto a few pillows, worn out.
“How’s that?” Cuddy took his cane from him and set it on the coffee table. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” House nodded, catching his breath. “Could you get me some water?”
“Sure.” Cuddy paused a moment and then left the room.
House grimaced and turned slightly. He felt nauseous and tired. However, he perked up when Sarah entered the room.
“I brought some DVD’s up, per request.” Sarah held up the DVDs she had pulled from the boxes in the basement. “A couple Woody Allen’s, a couple seasons of General Hospital, and season one of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I thought that one sounded fun.”
“You ever see Buffy?” House asked her.
“No,” Sarah answered. “Like I said, thought it would be fun.”
“Yeah,” House agreed.
Cuddy walked back into the room and over to the couch. She offered the glass of water she was holding to House. “Here, hun.”
“Thanks.” House reached for the glass and then took a sip.
“Mom, we’re going to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer,” Sarah set the other DVDs on the coffee table beside House’s cane before looking to her mother.
“No, you’re doing your homework,” Cuddy said.
Sarah frowned. “Mom-”
“If I remember correctly, you have a project to finish, reading to do, and your finals are coming up,” Cuddy replied, cutting her off.
Sarah sighed and set the DVD on the table with the others. “All right.”
“We’ll watch it later, Mick,” House told her.
“‘Kay, Dad.”
Sarah headed for the doorway, but not before Cuddy pulled her into a quick hug before letting her go. Cuddy looked down at House.
“Want me to get you anything else?” Cuddy asked House. “Or I can put a movie in?”
“No.” House closed his eyes.
Cuddy took the glass from him and set it on the coffee table. “Are you in pain?”
“Yeah,” House gave a slight nod. “I’m going to try and sleep it off.”
“Okay.” Cuddy nodded as well. “I wish there was more I could do.”
“You’ve done enough.” It came off slightly harsh, which surprised him.
“Okay,” Cuddy said again. “Well... I have some paperwork to do. I’ll be in the dining room so if you need anything, just give me a call.”
“Yeah,” House replied and fell asleep soon after Cuddy left the room.
“Hey...” Cuddy greeted softly, her thumb gently massaging House’s arm.
“Hey,” House replied groggily.
“It’s late,” Cuddy told him. “You want to go into the bedroom?”
“How long was I asleep?” House realized just how dark it was.
“Seven hours,” Cuddy answered him. “Come on. I’ll help you to the bedroom.”
House shivered, causing goose bumps to erupt over his skin. “It’s cold in here.”
“You’re running a fever.” Cuddy kissed his forehead. “Come on.”
Cuddy aided House in sitting up. She picked up his cane and handed it to him. House used it to help him stand and Cuddy quickly placed his left arm around her. She led him from the living room and to the bedroom.
House groaned slightly and Cuddy helped him to the closest side of the bed, her side. House lowered himself down and Cuddy pulled the covers over him. She set his cane against the night stand and placed another kiss on his forehead.
Cuddy moved around the bed and climbed onto House’s usual side. She was already in her pajamas and she slipped underneath the covers. House looked over at her.
“Is Mick asleep?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Cuddy answered, her voice quiet.
“Damn.” House breathed out.
“It’s okay.” Cuddy reached over and rubbed his arm comfortingly. “She knows you’re tired.”
“No excuse,” House replied.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Cuddy told him.
“You should have woken me up,” House said.
“Are you serious?” Cuddy sat up and stared at him. “You have a fever. You were nearly delirious when I woke you up to take your pills.”
“I’m going to go check on her.” House forced himself to sit up as well.
“Greg.” Cuddy shook her head slightly, narrowing her eyes at him.
“I’m all right.” House picked up his cane and winced as he forced himself to his feet. “I’ll be right back, okay?”
Cuddy watched as he made his way towards the door by himself. She let out a defeated sigh. “All right.”
House made his way down the hall and stopped outside of Sarah’s bedroom. The door was slightly ajar and he pushed it open further. She was in bed, asleep, and House was able to hear her deep breathing. His eyes were focused on the rise and fall of her blankets. His eyes were focused on his little girl.
Quietly, House crossed the hospital room, watching the rise and fall of the blanket that held his five year old daughter beneath it.
“Your mom would probably kill me if she knew I was here,” House spoke to the sleeping child. “I was here earlier, talking to her, but to be alone with you probably crosses some sort of line.”
House looked over to the monitors and the IV she was hooked up to. He let a sigh escape from his lips. House brought his eyes down to his daughter. He reached out, hesitantly, and placed his fingers into the soft, dark hair.
“But, she’s not here now, is she?” House asked and waited for a response. “That’s right. I talked her into going home.” He paused. “Well, Wilson did. Your Uncle James is good at stuff like that. Can you believe he’s got a kid? What is this world coming to...”
Sarah let out a whimper and House removed his hand quickly, afraid he might have been the cause. She stirred slightly and whimpered again.
“Hey, it’s all right, Mick,” House tried to soothe her.
“Mommy...” she whined, currently at a place between being awake and asleep.
“Ah, definitely won’t be tellin’ your mom about this,” House said. “The motherly guilt would kill her.”
Sarah whimpered again. House was unsure as to what to do for her. It wasn’t a frequent occurrence that he was alone with his child. He glanced around the room and his eyes fell to the rocking chair.
House limped across the room and took hold of the back of the chair. He dragged it over to the side of the bed and then rested his cane at the foot of the bed. House pulled the blankets from the child and reached for her, being careful not to unhook her from the monitors and IV.
Her skin was still warm from the fever, but it was reasonably cooler from what it had been. House had convinced himself that she would beat this flu and he was proven right. Sarah was a fighter.
Carefully, House lifted Sarah and then lowered himself down into the chair. He pulled the weakened child closer into him and lowered his head down towards hers, pressing his stubbled chin against her dark hair.
Again, House found himself unsure of what to do. He began rocking and shifted slightly to take some of Sarah’s weight off his right thigh. She squirmed a bit and mumbled something that House didn’t catch before settling down.
House thought back to times when he was sick, back to times when his mother took care of him when his father was away. Back when he was given extra care and attention. He decided to go with his mother’s number one comforting technique whenever she had the opportunity to display this affection.
“Too ra loo ra loo ral,” House sang quietly, the words coming back to him easily. “Too ra loo ra li. Too ra loo ra loo ral, hush now, don’t you cry.” He could only remember the chorus of the song, but he didn’t think it mattered because it was calming Sarah down. He continued on, “Too ra loo ra loo ral, too ra loo ra li. Too ra loo ra loo ral, that’s an Irish lullaby...”
He sang the chorus again and then went to humming. After nearly a half hour, he was assured Sarah was in a deep sleep and he hoped that he had helped in that. Careful not to drop her, House stood back to his feet and set Sarah back in the hospital bed.
House was sure Cuddy would be back soon. After all, Wilson only convinced her to shower, change, and get something to eat. Once House had tucked Sarah back into the bed, he held one last look at his daughter before picking up his cane and leaving the room.
When Cuddy would return later that evening, she would stare at the rocking chair, not knowing why it was so close to the bed. And three days later, she would be confused when Sarah would hum a song that Cuddy never heard before and one Sarah couldn’t recall the words to.
Chapter Twelve.
Pairings: House/Cuddy
Rating: I'm pretty sure PG-13 will work.
Chapter: Eleven 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.)
“I got the door,” Sarah declared and held the door open as her mother helped her father into their home.
“You’re doing fine,” Cuddy told House, holding him up as best as she could. “Do you want to go on the couch or to the bedroom?”
“I can’t make it to the bedroom,” House said gruffly.
“Okay.”
Cuddy struggled slightly and led House into the living room. Sarah shut the front door and hurried to her bedroom to retrieve some items her father had asked for. Cuddy aided House in sitting on the couch. House flopped back onto a few pillows, worn out.
“How’s that?” Cuddy took his cane from him and set it on the coffee table. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” House nodded, catching his breath. “Could you get me some water?”
“Sure.” Cuddy paused a moment and then left the room.
House grimaced and turned slightly. He felt nauseous and tired. However, he perked up when Sarah entered the room.
“I brought some DVD’s up, per request.” Sarah held up the DVDs she had pulled from the boxes in the basement. “A couple Woody Allen’s, a couple seasons of General Hospital, and season one of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I thought that one sounded fun.”
“You ever see Buffy?” House asked her.
“No,” Sarah answered. “Like I said, thought it would be fun.”
“Yeah,” House agreed.
Cuddy walked back into the room and over to the couch. She offered the glass of water she was holding to House. “Here, hun.”
“Thanks.” House reached for the glass and then took a sip.
“Mom, we’re going to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer,” Sarah set the other DVDs on the coffee table beside House’s cane before looking to her mother.
“No, you’re doing your homework,” Cuddy said.
Sarah frowned. “Mom-”
“If I remember correctly, you have a project to finish, reading to do, and your finals are coming up,” Cuddy replied, cutting her off.
Sarah sighed and set the DVD on the table with the others. “All right.”
“We’ll watch it later, Mick,” House told her.
“‘Kay, Dad.”
Sarah headed for the doorway, but not before Cuddy pulled her into a quick hug before letting her go. Cuddy looked down at House.
“Want me to get you anything else?” Cuddy asked House. “Or I can put a movie in?”
“No.” House closed his eyes.
Cuddy took the glass from him and set it on the coffee table. “Are you in pain?”
“Yeah,” House gave a slight nod. “I’m going to try and sleep it off.”
“Okay.” Cuddy nodded as well. “I wish there was more I could do.”
“You’ve done enough.” It came off slightly harsh, which surprised him.
“Okay,” Cuddy said again. “Well... I have some paperwork to do. I’ll be in the dining room so if you need anything, just give me a call.”
“Yeah,” House replied and fell asleep soon after Cuddy left the room.
“Hey...” Cuddy greeted softly, her thumb gently massaging House’s arm.
“Hey,” House replied groggily.
“It’s late,” Cuddy told him. “You want to go into the bedroom?”
“How long was I asleep?” House realized just how dark it was.
“Seven hours,” Cuddy answered him. “Come on. I’ll help you to the bedroom.”
House shivered, causing goose bumps to erupt over his skin. “It’s cold in here.”
“You’re running a fever.” Cuddy kissed his forehead. “Come on.”
Cuddy aided House in sitting up. She picked up his cane and handed it to him. House used it to help him stand and Cuddy quickly placed his left arm around her. She led him from the living room and to the bedroom.
House groaned slightly and Cuddy helped him to the closest side of the bed, her side. House lowered himself down and Cuddy pulled the covers over him. She set his cane against the night stand and placed another kiss on his forehead.
Cuddy moved around the bed and climbed onto House’s usual side. She was already in her pajamas and she slipped underneath the covers. House looked over at her.
“Is Mick asleep?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Cuddy answered, her voice quiet.
“Damn.” House breathed out.
“It’s okay.” Cuddy reached over and rubbed his arm comfortingly. “She knows you’re tired.”
“No excuse,” House replied.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Cuddy told him.
“You should have woken me up,” House said.
“Are you serious?” Cuddy sat up and stared at him. “You have a fever. You were nearly delirious when I woke you up to take your pills.”
“I’m going to go check on her.” House forced himself to sit up as well.
“Greg.” Cuddy shook her head slightly, narrowing her eyes at him.
“I’m all right.” House picked up his cane and winced as he forced himself to his feet. “I’ll be right back, okay?”
Cuddy watched as he made his way towards the door by himself. She let out a defeated sigh. “All right.”
House made his way down the hall and stopped outside of Sarah’s bedroom. The door was slightly ajar and he pushed it open further. She was in bed, asleep, and House was able to hear her deep breathing. His eyes were focused on the rise and fall of her blankets. His eyes were focused on his little girl.
Quietly, House crossed the hospital room, watching the rise and fall of the blanket that held his five year old daughter beneath it.
“Your mom would probably kill me if she knew I was here,” House spoke to the sleeping child. “I was here earlier, talking to her, but to be alone with you probably crosses some sort of line.”
House looked over to the monitors and the IV she was hooked up to. He let a sigh escape from his lips. House brought his eyes down to his daughter. He reached out, hesitantly, and placed his fingers into the soft, dark hair.
“But, she’s not here now, is she?” House asked and waited for a response. “That’s right. I talked her into going home.” He paused. “Well, Wilson did. Your Uncle James is good at stuff like that. Can you believe he’s got a kid? What is this world coming to...”
Sarah let out a whimper and House removed his hand quickly, afraid he might have been the cause. She stirred slightly and whimpered again.
“Hey, it’s all right, Mick,” House tried to soothe her.
“Mommy...” she whined, currently at a place between being awake and asleep.
“Ah, definitely won’t be tellin’ your mom about this,” House said. “The motherly guilt would kill her.”
Sarah whimpered again. House was unsure as to what to do for her. It wasn’t a frequent occurrence that he was alone with his child. He glanced around the room and his eyes fell to the rocking chair.
House limped across the room and took hold of the back of the chair. He dragged it over to the side of the bed and then rested his cane at the foot of the bed. House pulled the blankets from the child and reached for her, being careful not to unhook her from the monitors and IV.
Her skin was still warm from the fever, but it was reasonably cooler from what it had been. House had convinced himself that she would beat this flu and he was proven right. Sarah was a fighter.
Carefully, House lifted Sarah and then lowered himself down into the chair. He pulled the weakened child closer into him and lowered his head down towards hers, pressing his stubbled chin against her dark hair.
Again, House found himself unsure of what to do. He began rocking and shifted slightly to take some of Sarah’s weight off his right thigh. She squirmed a bit and mumbled something that House didn’t catch before settling down.
House thought back to times when he was sick, back to times when his mother took care of him when his father was away. Back when he was given extra care and attention. He decided to go with his mother’s number one comforting technique whenever she had the opportunity to display this affection.
“Too ra loo ra loo ral,” House sang quietly, the words coming back to him easily. “Too ra loo ra li. Too ra loo ra loo ral, hush now, don’t you cry.” He could only remember the chorus of the song, but he didn’t think it mattered because it was calming Sarah down. He continued on, “Too ra loo ra loo ral, too ra loo ra li. Too ra loo ra loo ral, that’s an Irish lullaby...”
He sang the chorus again and then went to humming. After nearly a half hour, he was assured Sarah was in a deep sleep and he hoped that he had helped in that. Careful not to drop her, House stood back to his feet and set Sarah back in the hospital bed.
House was sure Cuddy would be back soon. After all, Wilson only convinced her to shower, change, and get something to eat. Once House had tucked Sarah back into the bed, he held one last look at his daughter before picking up his cane and leaving the room.
When Cuddy would return later that evening, she would stare at the rocking chair, not knowing why it was so close to the bed. And three days later, she would be confused when Sarah would hum a song that Cuddy never heard before and one Sarah couldn’t recall the words to.
Chapter Twelve.