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Title: Weird
Author: rolleson
Fandom: House
Rating: R
Character/Pairing: House/Cuddy
Spoilers: Season Four
Warnings: Talk of porn/sex
Summery: Things are weird, Cuddy shrugs a lot.
Notes: Part Three. Weekends are a glorious thing. 1165 words
i. Hot And Bothered
ii. Hesitations
"Things are getting weird, with Cuddy," House said, stretching himself out on Wilson's sofa, tapping his cane on the floor. From his desk Wilson frowned at him.
"Weird?" he asked.
"Since I kissed her."
"She angry with you?"
"Furious, about the porn more than anything, not the kiss."
"Because she wanted the kiss," Wilson suggested.
"She wouldn't have sex with me," House pointed out.
"Cuddy would never have sex in the hospital," Wilson said, leaning back in his chair and resting his legs on the desk, settling in for a long conversation. "Why do you want to have sex with her anyway? Because you didn't in college?"
"Because she has the hottest rack in the hospital," House said.
"She was number four, we made a list remember?" House smirked.
"She has the ass to go with it though."
"She was number two on the ass list," Wilson reminded him, "and I know this has nothing to with her body."
"It was about her ass when I kissed her."
"But it's not now?" House tapped another rhythm out on the carpet.
"No," he said getting up and leaving the office. Wilson watching him go before scrambling to his feet and following the man down the corridor.
"So what is it?" he asked catching up with him.
"I don't know, it's....weird."
"Weird?"
"Do you just like repeating that?" House said, going back into his office and sitting at his desk. Wilson stood in the middle of the room.
"So what are you going to do?"
"Nothing," he said, grabbing his headphones.
"You have to do something House, talk to her."
"We did talk, things got weird," he said, putting his headphones on. Wilson opened his mouth to speak, but saw House press play on his ipod and decided not to bother.
*****
"Is this a joke?!" House turned away from his computer to look at Cuddy who was standing in his office, one hand on her hip, the other holding a piece of paper up in the air. She was angry, but there was something else behind it all, House could tell, she wasn't just angry.
"Does it have a punchline? Cause that would be a dead giveaway."
"You made a complaint of sexual harassment against me?"
"You've been avoiding me," he said flatly. The anger slipped from her face for a moment, both arms dropping.
"I can't believe HR even took you seriously."
"I done all sorts of unspeakable things over the past two weeks, almost killed a patient, and a risked the life of a baby..."
"You must've threatened one of personnel," she said, the two of them ignoring each other's conversations.
"I've upset all three of my fellows, and I know at least one of them has been to complain about me."
"Or maybe you sweet talked one of them into it, I know Amy has a thing for older men, going on her last boyfriend, although, Peter has a thing for jerks, so maybe it was him."
"I haven't done any of my clinic hours, not one, and I know how pissed you get about that," he said getting up, swinging his cane dramatically and walking around the desk to her. "And now you're ignoring everything I say, diverting me by questioning my morals, as usual, and my sexuality, which is new."
"I've just never questioned your sexuality to your face before," she said with a smile, a forced smile he noticed.
"Another good one," he said, his own half smile as real as it would ever get. "You've been avoiding me."
"I've been busy," she said.
"You're always busy."
"Busier," she tried.
"The question is, why have you been avoiding me?" He walked up to her, stopping mere inches away from her.
"You want to talk?" she asked.
"No," he said, "but the fact that you don't want to talk is interesting."
"I don't, don't want to talk," she said, flustered. He smirked.
"Whatever you say Lisa." Her first name made her jump a little, eyes wide.
"Greg."
"That's much better."
"What's going on?" Cuddy asked, voice dropping a touch, "between us."
"No idea," he said, moving away again.
"I haven't been avoiding you," she said, sounding more confident again, the change sudden, shocking, "and you still have to make up those clinic hours, apologise to your fellows."
"And us?"
"There's an us now?" she asked, eyebrow raised.
"Of course, we still have that nice employer employee thing going on." She smiled.
"Nice isn't the word I'd use."
"It was the best I could come up with that wouldn't get me one of those letters from HR," he said, nodding at the paper in her hand, "and it was Adam I sweet talked," he added walking past her towards the conference room.
"Adam?"
"Nice kid, completely straight," he said opening the door, "total drug addict." He smiled and walked into the other room, letting the door close behind him and leaving Cuddy in his office. "I need a refill," he shouted, seeing Wilson passing by, shaking his empty Vicodin bottle.
*****
"What's going on with you two?" Wilson asked.
Cuddy was sitting at her desk, head in hands, files unread beneath her elbows. He waiting patiently for her to look up, or answer, standing in the middle of her office, hands on hips, looking anything but patient.
"I have no idea," she said, looking up finally.
"He said things were weird with you."
"Because things are weird. Always have been."
"Always?"
"Since we broke up."
"When? Since college?"
"You think we fight and push and pull and piss each other off because things are normal between us?"
"Yes!"
"Well, maybe we'd do that anyway, but, we didn't, not back then."
"So then what? You want that back? Want House back?"
"I don't know," she breathed, "I never wanted to leave him in the first place."
"Why did you?"
"It was for the best, for me, he understood, said he did, and I still believe him, that."
"Really?"
"He would've done anything for me back then."
"Really?" This time there was much more disbelief in his voice and Cuddy laughed softly.
"Yes, he..." She shrugged. "He cared about me."
"He was in love wit you."
"I don't think so. I think...he was different back then."
"I know that's a lie," Wilson said with a smile. She shrugged and he decided to dropped it, turning to leave her office. "One thing, did you and House really never sleep together?"
"Never."
"So you were just dating,"
"It was a little more than that," she said, "for me at least, we, just never got around to sleeping together."
"Why not?" She shrugged again, and he knew this conversation was over too. He didn't think he'd seen the woman shrug so much since he'd met her, had never seen her so unsure. "One more thing."
"Wilson..." she warned.
"Did you love him? Back then?" She shrugged again and he fought the urge to laugh as he left her alone.
Author: rolleson
Fandom: House
Rating: R
Character/Pairing: House/Cuddy
Spoilers: Season Four
Warnings: Talk of porn/sex
Summery: Things are weird, Cuddy shrugs a lot.
Notes: Part Three. Weekends are a glorious thing. 1165 words
i. Hot And Bothered
ii. Hesitations
"Things are getting weird, with Cuddy," House said, stretching himself out on Wilson's sofa, tapping his cane on the floor. From his desk Wilson frowned at him.
"Weird?" he asked.
"Since I kissed her."
"She angry with you?"
"Furious, about the porn more than anything, not the kiss."
"Because she wanted the kiss," Wilson suggested.
"She wouldn't have sex with me," House pointed out.
"Cuddy would never have sex in the hospital," Wilson said, leaning back in his chair and resting his legs on the desk, settling in for a long conversation. "Why do you want to have sex with her anyway? Because you didn't in college?"
"Because she has the hottest rack in the hospital," House said.
"She was number four, we made a list remember?" House smirked.
"She has the ass to go with it though."
"She was number two on the ass list," Wilson reminded him, "and I know this has nothing to with her body."
"It was about her ass when I kissed her."
"But it's not now?" House tapped another rhythm out on the carpet.
"No," he said getting up and leaving the office. Wilson watching him go before scrambling to his feet and following the man down the corridor.
"So what is it?" he asked catching up with him.
"I don't know, it's....weird."
"Weird?"
"Do you just like repeating that?" House said, going back into his office and sitting at his desk. Wilson stood in the middle of the room.
"So what are you going to do?"
"Nothing," he said, grabbing his headphones.
"You have to do something House, talk to her."
"We did talk, things got weird," he said, putting his headphones on. Wilson opened his mouth to speak, but saw House press play on his ipod and decided not to bother.
*****
"Is this a joke?!" House turned away from his computer to look at Cuddy who was standing in his office, one hand on her hip, the other holding a piece of paper up in the air. She was angry, but there was something else behind it all, House could tell, she wasn't just angry.
"Does it have a punchline? Cause that would be a dead giveaway."
"You made a complaint of sexual harassment against me?"
"You've been avoiding me," he said flatly. The anger slipped from her face for a moment, both arms dropping.
"I can't believe HR even took you seriously."
"I done all sorts of unspeakable things over the past two weeks, almost killed a patient, and a risked the life of a baby..."
"You must've threatened one of personnel," she said, the two of them ignoring each other's conversations.
"I've upset all three of my fellows, and I know at least one of them has been to complain about me."
"Or maybe you sweet talked one of them into it, I know Amy has a thing for older men, going on her last boyfriend, although, Peter has a thing for jerks, so maybe it was him."
"I haven't done any of my clinic hours, not one, and I know how pissed you get about that," he said getting up, swinging his cane dramatically and walking around the desk to her. "And now you're ignoring everything I say, diverting me by questioning my morals, as usual, and my sexuality, which is new."
"I've just never questioned your sexuality to your face before," she said with a smile, a forced smile he noticed.
"Another good one," he said, his own half smile as real as it would ever get. "You've been avoiding me."
"I've been busy," she said.
"You're always busy."
"Busier," she tried.
"The question is, why have you been avoiding me?" He walked up to her, stopping mere inches away from her.
"You want to talk?" she asked.
"No," he said, "but the fact that you don't want to talk is interesting."
"I don't, don't want to talk," she said, flustered. He smirked.
"Whatever you say Lisa." Her first name made her jump a little, eyes wide.
"Greg."
"That's much better."
"What's going on?" Cuddy asked, voice dropping a touch, "between us."
"No idea," he said, moving away again.
"I haven't been avoiding you," she said, sounding more confident again, the change sudden, shocking, "and you still have to make up those clinic hours, apologise to your fellows."
"And us?"
"There's an us now?" she asked, eyebrow raised.
"Of course, we still have that nice employer employee thing going on." She smiled.
"Nice isn't the word I'd use."
"It was the best I could come up with that wouldn't get me one of those letters from HR," he said, nodding at the paper in her hand, "and it was Adam I sweet talked," he added walking past her towards the conference room.
"Adam?"
"Nice kid, completely straight," he said opening the door, "total drug addict." He smiled and walked into the other room, letting the door close behind him and leaving Cuddy in his office. "I need a refill," he shouted, seeing Wilson passing by, shaking his empty Vicodin bottle.
*****
"What's going on with you two?" Wilson asked.
Cuddy was sitting at her desk, head in hands, files unread beneath her elbows. He waiting patiently for her to look up, or answer, standing in the middle of her office, hands on hips, looking anything but patient.
"I have no idea," she said, looking up finally.
"He said things were weird with you."
"Because things are weird. Always have been."
"Always?"
"Since we broke up."
"When? Since college?"
"You think we fight and push and pull and piss each other off because things are normal between us?"
"Yes!"
"Well, maybe we'd do that anyway, but, we didn't, not back then."
"So then what? You want that back? Want House back?"
"I don't know," she breathed, "I never wanted to leave him in the first place."
"Why did you?"
"It was for the best, for me, he understood, said he did, and I still believe him, that."
"Really?"
"He would've done anything for me back then."
"Really?" This time there was much more disbelief in his voice and Cuddy laughed softly.
"Yes, he..." She shrugged. "He cared about me."
"He was in love wit you."
"I don't think so. I think...he was different back then."
"I know that's a lie," Wilson said with a smile. She shrugged and he decided to dropped it, turning to leave her office. "One thing, did you and House really never sleep together?"
"Never."
"So you were just dating,"
"It was a little more than that," she said, "for me at least, we, just never got around to sleeping together."
"Why not?" She shrugged again, and he knew this conversation was over too. He didn't think he'd seen the woman shrug so much since he'd met her, had never seen her so unsure. "One more thing."
"Wilson..." she warned.
"Did you love him? Back then?" She shrugged again and he fought the urge to laugh as he left her alone.