#013 No Place Else (House/Cuddy)
Title: No Place Else
Fandom: House MD
Characters: House/Cuddy
Prompt: #013 Fallen leaves
Word Count: 217
Rating: T+
Summary: Fallen leaves, orange and brown and red, skitter across the ground
Notes: Written for 20_fics. September 10.
Fallen leaves, orange and brown and red, skitter across the ground. There is a gentle breeze that every few seconds changes direction and sends them spiralling, weaving, in, out, in, out, in out around invisible obstacles. The air is crisp.
Cuddy sits on a bench and watches the leaves in their imitation of a dance, in their last hours before they settle and decompose. Her mind is blank. There is time only to enjoy the beauty of nature at it's finest. There is time only to sit and watch and breathe.
She hears the crackling of leaves underfoot and turns to see House, ambling slowly in her direction. He looks quiet. Feels quiet. Somehow. There is no dangerous glint in his eyes, not does he wear a smirk to suggest he's up to something that she wouldn't approve of. He simply is.
He closes the distance between them in four easy steps and then lowers himself down to sit beside her. He smiles at her softly. Rakes his eyes over her for a moment. Leans back to rest his back on the edge of the table behind them and stares aimlessly into space.
A smile creeps onto her face as she focuses back on the leaves. She breathes in deep.
There's no place else she'd rather be.
Fandom: House MD
Characters: House/Cuddy
Prompt: #013 Fallen leaves
Word Count: 217
Rating: T+
Summary: Fallen leaves, orange and brown and red, skitter across the ground
Notes: Written for 20_fics. September 10.
Fallen leaves, orange and brown and red, skitter across the ground. There is a gentle breeze that every few seconds changes direction and sends them spiralling, weaving, in, out, in, out, in out around invisible obstacles. The air is crisp.
Cuddy sits on a bench and watches the leaves in their imitation of a dance, in their last hours before they settle and decompose. Her mind is blank. There is time only to enjoy the beauty of nature at it's finest. There is time only to sit and watch and breathe.
She hears the crackling of leaves underfoot and turns to see House, ambling slowly in her direction. He looks quiet. Feels quiet. Somehow. There is no dangerous glint in his eyes, not does he wear a smirk to suggest he's up to something that she wouldn't approve of. He simply is.
He closes the distance between them in four easy steps and then lowers himself down to sit beside her. He smiles at her softly. Rakes his eyes over her for a moment. Leans back to rest his back on the edge of the table behind them and stares aimlessly into space.
A smile creeps onto her face as she focuses back on the leaves. She breathes in deep.
There's no place else she'd rather be.