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Title The Wedding Planner
Author Stathies
Rating M for language
Borrowed the characters from David Shore, he didn't seem to be using them
Spoiler: season seven
Summary: If you were hoping for a happy Huddy Wedding, this will disappoint you
They didn't need beer. They really didn't need anything. But House did, he needed to get the hell out of the house, so he used beer as an excuse and left. Now there he was the day before he was supposed to get married, sitting all alone on a park bench trying to figure out if what he was feeling was anything at all like what he was supposed to be feeling, not that it mattered. He was just curious.
Cold feet, they called it and he understood the concept. Fear of commitment, fear of failure, of change. Just how did that differ from cold heart which was a far better description of his own personal truth. He had started retreating into himself about two weeks ago just as he'd expected he would. It was what he did when things got emotional, a reflex so bred into him that he simply accepted it, planned on it, in fact.
Cold feet-cold heart. He began to set up the white board in his mind. Differential for cold feet and heart. He defined cold heart, added some made up test results and some more symptoms and, yeah, there were a few things that might present that way. It felt comfortable, familiar making a diagnosis, planning a treatment.
it made him feel good enough to go back to the house and try faking it again, Pretend he was a character in one of his soap operas. The two star crossed doctors finally getting together. "It'll never last", he heard the voice of one of his favorite characters say. "Of course not", he thought. In soap operas things never lasted and not much more than that in real life. That he was completely at peace with that thought was proof he'd gotten to his "safe place". From now on until the wedding he'd be on auto pilot. And that, he felt, was a good thing. He was less likely to screw up when he was like this. Sure, he wouldn't endear himself to his new in-laws with warm embraces or sentimental sighs, but he also wouldn't totally piss them off by telling them exactly what he though of them and their ridiculous ceremony.
But, as Wilson had pointed out, it was only fair. They most likely were not telling him what they really thought about having a balding, crippled ex-addict join the family.
And just where the hell was Wilson? He hit 1 on the speed dial but got the same message, "Unavailable".
"That is just pathetic, dude. You are soooo far off your game.'
House grimaced, he'd been half expecting this.
"Hey Lucas"
"Hey House'
Lucas came and sat beside him on the bench.
"Since I'm the one getting married tomorrow, just what game am I supposed to be off of?' House asked with a slight smile.
"That's whats so sad. You don't even know you're in one." Lucas stretched his arms over his head. "Don't feel bad, to be honest, I'm a bit off myself. See, I didn't figure I would have to be the one to tell you. The way I had it planned, Cuddy would tell you, you'd freak out and do something stupid and she'd see what a hopeless loser you are and dump your sorry ass."
"Getting married tomorrow," House puffed out his cheeks, "don't have time for this."
"Got time to get a new best man?" Lucas asked.
In a split second House had his cane planted firmly in the center of Lucas' left foot.
"Yeah," the younger man said through clenched teeth. Years of using a cane had given the old bastard an unexpectedly strong arm. "That's the reaction I wanted Lisa to see."
House leaned forward slightly, increasing the pressure, coming very close to breaking a lot of small bones.
"Ok, OK. She didn't mention seeing Sam yesterday?" Lucas blurted it out.
House took the cane off his foot and held it like a club. He said nothing, he didn't need to.
"Big fight day before yesterday. She left him, He threw her out, not sure which. I had a couple of bugs in there from before but they stopped transmitting. Must be the batteries." Lucas looked concerned his equipment had failed him.
"And Cuddy knows" House asked softly.
"Yeah, she must. Like I said, she had lunch with Sam the next day. Gave her $1,000 to get back to her parents." Lucas paused. His eyes shifted to the cane in House's hand. Despite all his bravado, he'd always thought the old man was more unstable than most people realized. "then she called Wilson.'
Without saying a word, House got up and started walking across the street. His limp was bad.
Lucas waited not sure where he was going. His motorcycle was parked in the opposite direction, and there weren't any bars over there. "That's it," he smiled. "He's going to the ATM." Lucas got up to follow. House getting money was never a bad thing.
"Here" House handed him some bills. "$500 now. I'll be at the apartment after ten tonight. 500 more for a full report. Keep an eye on him, make sure he's alright. If you think anything is wrong then call me." House looked away, embarrassed, but what the hell, it was his money. " Another 500 if you can get me pictures."
"Sure" Lucas took the money and stuffed it in his pants pocket. "Report's about done anyway. But if you want a full 24/7 stake out it'll be a thousand a day."
"Fine", House said as started to walk away. "And Lucas, don't screw things up anymore than you already have."
Author Stathies
Rating M for language
Borrowed the characters from David Shore, he didn't seem to be using them
Spoiler: season seven
Summary: If you were hoping for a happy Huddy Wedding, this will disappoint you
They didn't need beer. They really didn't need anything. But House did, he needed to get the hell out of the house, so he used beer as an excuse and left. Now there he was the day before he was supposed to get married, sitting all alone on a park bench trying to figure out if what he was feeling was anything at all like what he was supposed to be feeling, not that it mattered. He was just curious.
Cold feet, they called it and he understood the concept. Fear of commitment, fear of failure, of change. Just how did that differ from cold heart which was a far better description of his own personal truth. He had started retreating into himself about two weeks ago just as he'd expected he would. It was what he did when things got emotional, a reflex so bred into him that he simply accepted it, planned on it, in fact.
Cold feet-cold heart. He began to set up the white board in his mind. Differential for cold feet and heart. He defined cold heart, added some made up test results and some more symptoms and, yeah, there were a few things that might present that way. It felt comfortable, familiar making a diagnosis, planning a treatment.
it made him feel good enough to go back to the house and try faking it again, Pretend he was a character in one of his soap operas. The two star crossed doctors finally getting together. "It'll never last", he heard the voice of one of his favorite characters say. "Of course not", he thought. In soap operas things never lasted and not much more than that in real life. That he was completely at peace with that thought was proof he'd gotten to his "safe place". From now on until the wedding he'd be on auto pilot. And that, he felt, was a good thing. He was less likely to screw up when he was like this. Sure, he wouldn't endear himself to his new in-laws with warm embraces or sentimental sighs, but he also wouldn't totally piss them off by telling them exactly what he though of them and their ridiculous ceremony.
But, as Wilson had pointed out, it was only fair. They most likely were not telling him what they really thought about having a balding, crippled ex-addict join the family.
And just where the hell was Wilson? He hit 1 on the speed dial but got the same message, "Unavailable".
"That is just pathetic, dude. You are soooo far off your game.'
House grimaced, he'd been half expecting this.
"Hey Lucas"
"Hey House'
Lucas came and sat beside him on the bench.
"Since I'm the one getting married tomorrow, just what game am I supposed to be off of?' House asked with a slight smile.
"That's whats so sad. You don't even know you're in one." Lucas stretched his arms over his head. "Don't feel bad, to be honest, I'm a bit off myself. See, I didn't figure I would have to be the one to tell you. The way I had it planned, Cuddy would tell you, you'd freak out and do something stupid and she'd see what a hopeless loser you are and dump your sorry ass."
"Getting married tomorrow," House puffed out his cheeks, "don't have time for this."
"Got time to get a new best man?" Lucas asked.
In a split second House had his cane planted firmly in the center of Lucas' left foot.
"Yeah," the younger man said through clenched teeth. Years of using a cane had given the old bastard an unexpectedly strong arm. "That's the reaction I wanted Lisa to see."
House leaned forward slightly, increasing the pressure, coming very close to breaking a lot of small bones.
"Ok, OK. She didn't mention seeing Sam yesterday?" Lucas blurted it out.
House took the cane off his foot and held it like a club. He said nothing, he didn't need to.
"Big fight day before yesterday. She left him, He threw her out, not sure which. I had a couple of bugs in there from before but they stopped transmitting. Must be the batteries." Lucas looked concerned his equipment had failed him.
"And Cuddy knows" House asked softly.
"Yeah, she must. Like I said, she had lunch with Sam the next day. Gave her $1,000 to get back to her parents." Lucas paused. His eyes shifted to the cane in House's hand. Despite all his bravado, he'd always thought the old man was more unstable than most people realized. "then she called Wilson.'
Without saying a word, House got up and started walking across the street. His limp was bad.
Lucas waited not sure where he was going. His motorcycle was parked in the opposite direction, and there weren't any bars over there. "That's it," he smiled. "He's going to the ATM." Lucas got up to follow. House getting money was never a bad thing.
"Here" House handed him some bills. "$500 now. I'll be at the apartment after ten tonight. 500 more for a full report. Keep an eye on him, make sure he's alright. If you think anything is wrong then call me." House looked away, embarrassed, but what the hell, it was his money. " Another 500 if you can get me pictures."
"Sure" Lucas took the money and stuffed it in his pants pocket. "Report's about done anyway. But if you want a full 24/7 stake out it'll be a thousand a day."
"Fine", House said as started to walk away. "And Lucas, don't screw things up anymore than you already have."