The World Keeps Spinning - Chapter 1
Title: The World Keeps Spinning
Rating: T (at the moment)
Pairing: Huddy
Summary: Cuddy just wants his sperm, really. House likes the sex, but likes Lisa even more. Now he's going to be a father, whether he likes it or not! AU
Chapter 1
House knew he was just a glorified sperm donor. It let him spend time with Cuddy though, and that was all that mattered.
Not to mention the amazing sex.
He knew that Lisa timed their dates for when she was ovulating. The rest of the time he slept alone in his apartment, comforted by a generous serve of liquor.
Lately the drink of choice had been rum.
It always reminded him of pirates.
That makes getting smashed more fun, somehow.
They'd been doing this for years, on and off. When the pregnancy test comes back positive, she stops planning dates.
She doesn't need him anymore.
She'd miscarried each time. He knew soon after, even before he saw her. He liked to pretend he's psychic, but really he just checked her medical files on the computer each morning. They were not under her real name. He understood that she wanted privacy, but if anyone were exempt from that, it had to be him. It was his kid too, after all.
What a terrifying thought.
Each miscarriage was a roller coaster of emotions. He felt awful in sympathy for Lisa. Her dreams were crushed once again. She was getting older - soon she would stop trying and push him away forever. He loved her, even if he'd never admit it. He wanted her to be happy. He was also unbelievably relieved. The thought of being a father horrified him, and he knew he'd need to move away before the child was born. Better to grow up never knowing your father than to have a father like him. Cuddy doesn't need him, and the child will be better off having never met him.
Each pregnancy, he ended up looking on the internet for rental properties in other countries. Australia could be OK - the weather looked good. Maybe China? He didn't mind the idea of living on totally authentic Chinese takeaway. Or Italy for the pizza. Nowhere was perfect though, because he didn't actually want to leave. He wanted to stay in Lisa's bed forever, not just for the strategically planned intervals for optimal chances of fertilization. He wanted to hang out at the cafeteria with Wilson and steal his chips. He wanted to stay at PPTH, because even considering the compulsory clinic hours, he'd never had a more interesting job, nor better friends. But he couldn't be a father.
Lisa knew he didn't want to be a father. She was glad he seemed to have no interest in it, because he wouldn't be a good role model for the child. He's an alcoholic, rude, arrogant drug addict. They had discussed it, and whenever she became pregnant, their relationship would stay a secret. Her friends and family thought she'd tried IVF again. That way, no one would know of Greg's involvement, and he was free to pretend he had nothing to do with the foetus. Greg thought it was all very well to pretend that the speck sized foetus was nothing to do with him. So far Cuddy had miscarried long before he could see any difference to her body, let alone a baby shaped creature sharing half his genetic material. Greg was sure he wouldn't be able to ignore that, but he didn't mention it. He knew he'd end up seeing the child too much, whenever he saw Lisa. He was sure he'd get attached, then he'd actually give a damn about the kid and then he wouldn't be strong enough leave. It was hard enough to think about leaving even before he had a child to factor in. He knew he had to leave before he could get attached, because even if no one ever knows, he would still be the child's father, and as long as he stayed he could still ruin the child's life.
This time, his ticket was booked for Mumbai. The pregnancy had lasted over two months longer than any previous ones, and the best obstetrician at PPTH was positive about the chances of a successful, full term pregnancy. Cuddy was positively dancing around the hospital. She hadn't broken the news yet, but it was only a matter of time before the rumor mill would pick up on her growing belly.
When Wilson next visited House, he was in the middle of packing his apartment into boxes.
Chapter 2: http://tabbysnape.livejournal.com/1854.html
Rating: T (at the moment)
Pairing: Huddy
Summary: Cuddy just wants his sperm, really. House likes the sex, but likes Lisa even more. Now he's going to be a father, whether he likes it or not! AU
Chapter 1
House knew he was just a glorified sperm donor. It let him spend time with Cuddy though, and that was all that mattered.
Not to mention the amazing sex.
He knew that Lisa timed their dates for when she was ovulating. The rest of the time he slept alone in his apartment, comforted by a generous serve of liquor.
Lately the drink of choice had been rum.
It always reminded him of pirates.
That makes getting smashed more fun, somehow.
They'd been doing this for years, on and off. When the pregnancy test comes back positive, she stops planning dates.
She doesn't need him anymore.
She'd miscarried each time. He knew soon after, even before he saw her. He liked to pretend he's psychic, but really he just checked her medical files on the computer each morning. They were not under her real name. He understood that she wanted privacy, but if anyone were exempt from that, it had to be him. It was his kid too, after all.
What a terrifying thought.
Each miscarriage was a roller coaster of emotions. He felt awful in sympathy for Lisa. Her dreams were crushed once again. She was getting older - soon she would stop trying and push him away forever. He loved her, even if he'd never admit it. He wanted her to be happy. He was also unbelievably relieved. The thought of being a father horrified him, and he knew he'd need to move away before the child was born. Better to grow up never knowing your father than to have a father like him. Cuddy doesn't need him, and the child will be better off having never met him.
Each pregnancy, he ended up looking on the internet for rental properties in other countries. Australia could be OK - the weather looked good. Maybe China? He didn't mind the idea of living on totally authentic Chinese takeaway. Or Italy for the pizza. Nowhere was perfect though, because he didn't actually want to leave. He wanted to stay in Lisa's bed forever, not just for the strategically planned intervals for optimal chances of fertilization. He wanted to hang out at the cafeteria with Wilson and steal his chips. He wanted to stay at PPTH, because even considering the compulsory clinic hours, he'd never had a more interesting job, nor better friends. But he couldn't be a father.
Lisa knew he didn't want to be a father. She was glad he seemed to have no interest in it, because he wouldn't be a good role model for the child. He's an alcoholic, rude, arrogant drug addict. They had discussed it, and whenever she became pregnant, their relationship would stay a secret. Her friends and family thought she'd tried IVF again. That way, no one would know of Greg's involvement, and he was free to pretend he had nothing to do with the foetus. Greg thought it was all very well to pretend that the speck sized foetus was nothing to do with him. So far Cuddy had miscarried long before he could see any difference to her body, let alone a baby shaped creature sharing half his genetic material. Greg was sure he wouldn't be able to ignore that, but he didn't mention it. He knew he'd end up seeing the child too much, whenever he saw Lisa. He was sure he'd get attached, then he'd actually give a damn about the kid and then he wouldn't be strong enough leave. It was hard enough to think about leaving even before he had a child to factor in. He knew he had to leave before he could get attached, because even if no one ever knows, he would still be the child's father, and as long as he stayed he could still ruin the child's life.
This time, his ticket was booked for Mumbai. The pregnancy had lasted over two months longer than any previous ones, and the best obstetrician at PPTH was positive about the chances of a successful, full term pregnancy. Cuddy was positively dancing around the hospital. She hadn't broken the news yet, but it was only a matter of time before the rumor mill would pick up on her growing belly.
When Wilson next visited House, he was in the middle of packing his apartment into boxes.
Chapter 2: http://tabbysnape.livejournal.com/1854.html