So guys, here's the start of the only Huddy chapter fic i've ever written (so far!). Enjoy! Oh, and due to the large onslaughts of work i've been getting, it may take me a while to update. I've done the first 3 chapters though. Okay, enough ranting...here you go! :) xxxx Evie
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Cuddy jerked abruptly to consciousness and found herself lying flat on her bedroom floor. Pale winter sunlight shone through the windows and hit her straight in the face. Still groggy, she looked around her room as she tried to get up, wincing as she did so. Her left arm felt like liquid fire and her head was spinning; she didn’t know how she had gotten into this state.
She pulled herself up using the bed next to her and swayed violently once she was on her feet. Steadying herself, she looked around the room again and her eyes widened as they rested on the window on the right side of her room. The glass had been smashed inwards and the glinting fragments were scattered on her bedroom floor. Cold air entered from outside and swirled around her room, making her shiver.
All at once her memories from the previous night came crashing down on her and once they started, there was no way too stop them. She remembered hearing a crash in the middle of the night. She remembered the feel of a rough hand clamping over her mouth as she sat up in her bed. She remembered the pain that had shot through her body when the man twisted her arm behind her back and told her not to say a word. She remembered the way that one of his hands had travelled over her body whilst the other held a cloth doused with chloroform to her face before throwing her to the floor. But most of all she remembered the fear that had gripped her very heart; mind-numbing fear that she never thought she could have ever felt.
Cuddy shuddered and suddenly looked around her room as though expecting the man to appear there again. She shook herself. It was morning, he had to be long gone by now. But she couldn’t help looking around once more just to make sure, the unsettling fear never leaving her.
Cuddy tried not to panic and allowed herself just one dry sob before walking to her living room, towards the house phone, checking behind every corner she passed. Her television, radio, laptop, cell phone and handbag were all gone. She shivered again, trying to block the images from last night out of her mind. She picked up the phone and tried not to gasp from the pain when her left arm hit the side of her sofa.
She hesitated before dialling, not sure whether to call the police or someone else to help her first. Then she realised there was no one close enough for her to call; her parents lived too far away and Wilson was away at an Oncology conference until tomorrow, Monday. She tried not to think about the last option. No, she couldn’t call him…but there was no one else and Cuddy didn’t think she could face going to the police alone.
Trying not to think about his reaction, Cuddy dialled his phone number trying to ignore the sharp pain that kept shooting up her arm and the dizziness that was starting to overwhelm her.
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House awoke to the sound of his phone ringing. He reached over for his alarm clock and checked the time: 8AM. Cursing the fact that he had to wake up so early on a Sunday, he grabbed his cane and swallowed a Vicodin before heading to the living room and snatching his phone from the receiver.
“Wilson, if that’s you calling and waking me up this early in the morning you better be prepared to buy me lunch for the next week.” House said immediately.
There was silence on the other end of the phone, though he could hear someone breathing rather quickly.
“This better not be some kind of prank call because –”
He was cut off by a voice that he had least expected to hear. It wasn’t who was speaking that surprised him the most though; it was the tone of her voice. Cuddy sounded terrified.
“House, it’s me. Can you come over here?”
Utterly confused, House tried not to sound worried but that only made his voice sound harsher. “Why?”
He thought he heard her stifle a sob and immediately kicked himself. “Cuddy, are you okay?”
When she spoke, it sounded like her voice was thick with tears. House realised that he had never seen her cry in front of him before.
“My house was broken into last night,” House froze. “I don’t think I can go to the police by myself. I’m sorry for calling so early but I didn’t know who to call and –”
House cut in, his voice urgent now. “Cuddy, are you hurt?”
Silence. He could hear her breath becoming more laboured.
“Cuddy?”
Her answer was almost a whisper. “Yes.”
House tried to keep his voice calm. “Sit down if you feel faint. I’ll be right there.”
“Alright,” she said. House noticed that her voice was becoming fainter.
He put down the phone and pulled on a pair of pants over his boxers and his jacket before limping as fast as he could to his car. Driving way beyond the speed limit and trying not to think about the state he would find Cuddy in, House parked in her driveway only ten minutes later.
He let himself in through the front door, using the spare key she always kept under the flowerpot and walked quickly through the hallway to her living room. He found her sitting against the cushions on her sofa. Her left arm was bent at a strange angle and she seemed to be on the verge of fainting.
Anger washed over him at the person who had done this to her as he limped quickly over to her and checked her pulse, noticing how she started when he touched her (she was obviously still on the edge of fear). She turned her head to him.
“I wondered whether you’d show,” she whispered.
“What do you think I would have done? Plus, it was a good chance for me to see you in your nightdress.” he said, trying to keep the normality by reverting to his teasing tone.
Cuddy gave him a small smile, but her eyes seemed glassy and her breaths were still short and quick.
“Can you stand?” he asked quietly.
“I think so,” Cuddy said, trying not to notice the worry he couldn’t hide from his eyes.
House gently put an arm around her waist to support her, careful not to brush against her broken arm and they both stood up together. Cuddy swayed and grabbed the front of House’s shirt with her good arm to steady herself. Her head felt like it was being split in two and she saw stars. Cuddy leant against House, his body a solid warmth against hers. She closed her eyes.
House shook her gently. “Cuddy, don’t close your eyes. Come on, we have to get to the hospital.”
She murmured something unintelligible and the last thing she saw when she opened her eyes was House’s face inches away from hers before everything went black.
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Cuddy jerked abruptly to consciousness and found herself lying flat on her bedroom floor. Pale winter sunlight shone through the windows and hit her straight in the face. Still groggy, she looked around her room as she tried to get up, wincing as she did so. Her left arm felt like liquid fire and her head was spinning; she didn’t know how she had gotten into this state.
She pulled herself up using the bed next to her and swayed violently once she was on her feet. Steadying herself, she looked around the room again and her eyes widened as they rested on the window on the right side of her room. The glass had been smashed inwards and the glinting fragments were scattered on her bedroom floor. Cold air entered from outside and swirled around her room, making her shiver.
All at once her memories from the previous night came crashing down on her and once they started, there was no way too stop them. She remembered hearing a crash in the middle of the night. She remembered the feel of a rough hand clamping over her mouth as she sat up in her bed. She remembered the pain that had shot through her body when the man twisted her arm behind her back and told her not to say a word. She remembered the way that one of his hands had travelled over her body whilst the other held a cloth doused with chloroform to her face before throwing her to the floor. But most of all she remembered the fear that had gripped her very heart; mind-numbing fear that she never thought she could have ever felt.
Cuddy shuddered and suddenly looked around her room as though expecting the man to appear there again. She shook herself. It was morning, he had to be long gone by now. But she couldn’t help looking around once more just to make sure, the unsettling fear never leaving her.
Cuddy tried not to panic and allowed herself just one dry sob before walking to her living room, towards the house phone, checking behind every corner she passed. Her television, radio, laptop, cell phone and handbag were all gone. She shivered again, trying to block the images from last night out of her mind. She picked up the phone and tried not to gasp from the pain when her left arm hit the side of her sofa.
She hesitated before dialling, not sure whether to call the police or someone else to help her first. Then she realised there was no one close enough for her to call; her parents lived too far away and Wilson was away at an Oncology conference until tomorrow, Monday. She tried not to think about the last option. No, she couldn’t call him…but there was no one else and Cuddy didn’t think she could face going to the police alone.
Trying not to think about his reaction, Cuddy dialled his phone number trying to ignore the sharp pain that kept shooting up her arm and the dizziness that was starting to overwhelm her.
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House awoke to the sound of his phone ringing. He reached over for his alarm clock and checked the time: 8AM. Cursing the fact that he had to wake up so early on a Sunday, he grabbed his cane and swallowed a Vicodin before heading to the living room and snatching his phone from the receiver.
“Wilson, if that’s you calling and waking me up this early in the morning you better be prepared to buy me lunch for the next week.” House said immediately.
There was silence on the other end of the phone, though he could hear someone breathing rather quickly.
“This better not be some kind of prank call because –”
He was cut off by a voice that he had least expected to hear. It wasn’t who was speaking that surprised him the most though; it was the tone of her voice. Cuddy sounded terrified.
“House, it’s me. Can you come over here?”
Utterly confused, House tried not to sound worried but that only made his voice sound harsher. “Why?”
He thought he heard her stifle a sob and immediately kicked himself. “Cuddy, are you okay?”
When she spoke, it sounded like her voice was thick with tears. House realised that he had never seen her cry in front of him before.
“My house was broken into last night,” House froze. “I don’t think I can go to the police by myself. I’m sorry for calling so early but I didn’t know who to call and –”
House cut in, his voice urgent now. “Cuddy, are you hurt?”
Silence. He could hear her breath becoming more laboured.
“Cuddy?”
Her answer was almost a whisper. “Yes.”
House tried to keep his voice calm. “Sit down if you feel faint. I’ll be right there.”
“Alright,” she said. House noticed that her voice was becoming fainter.
He put down the phone and pulled on a pair of pants over his boxers and his jacket before limping as fast as he could to his car. Driving way beyond the speed limit and trying not to think about the state he would find Cuddy in, House parked in her driveway only ten minutes later.
He let himself in through the front door, using the spare key she always kept under the flowerpot and walked quickly through the hallway to her living room. He found her sitting against the cushions on her sofa. Her left arm was bent at a strange angle and she seemed to be on the verge of fainting.
Anger washed over him at the person who had done this to her as he limped quickly over to her and checked her pulse, noticing how she started when he touched her (she was obviously still on the edge of fear). She turned her head to him.
“I wondered whether you’d show,” she whispered.
“What do you think I would have done? Plus, it was a good chance for me to see you in your nightdress.” he said, trying to keep the normality by reverting to his teasing tone.
Cuddy gave him a small smile, but her eyes seemed glassy and her breaths were still short and quick.
“Can you stand?” he asked quietly.
“I think so,” Cuddy said, trying not to notice the worry he couldn’t hide from his eyes.
House gently put an arm around her waist to support her, careful not to brush against her broken arm and they both stood up together. Cuddy swayed and grabbed the front of House’s shirt with her good arm to steady herself. Her head felt like it was being split in two and she saw stars. Cuddy leant against House, his body a solid warmth against hers. She closed her eyes.
House shook her gently. “Cuddy, don’t close your eyes. Come on, we have to get to the hospital.”
She murmured something unintelligible and the last thing she saw when she opened her eyes was House’s face inches away from hers before everything went black.
Lisa Cuddy
Princeton Plainsboro
Teaching Hospital
506 Maple street
office #326
Cuddy-
Wilson has been writing to me. I know whats happening to you.
Your doing a really bad job of covering this up.
Im serious. People are going to start asking questions. People besides wilson.
Speaking of wilson, dont let this slip to him. He'll let it slip to.....well, everyone.
But i want to "keep" this secret. So dont change anything.
Take care of yourself, Cuddy.
-House
Princeton Plainsboro
Teaching Hospital
506 Maple street
office #326
Cuddy-
Wilson has been writing to me. I know whats happening to you.
Your doing a really bad job of covering this up.
Im serious. People are going to start asking questions. People besides wilson.
Speaking of wilson, dont let this slip to him. He'll let it slip to.....well, everyone.
But i want to "keep" this secret. So dont change anything.
Take care of yourself, Cuddy.
-House
A poem I wrote without any intention to make a House related piece of work of it.
But I was told it fits House, so... form an opinion. :D
Tiny little fractures
If I don't love...
do I have to hate?
Then why do not all
feelings just fade?
Pain, sorrow, anger, happiness
all of that ceases to be
You can only comprehend
If you understand me
Eventually...nothing remains
only emptiness
it could be much easier
to be born emotionless
Am I embittered?
Afraid to be hurt?
I don't even know
I can give you my word.
Did I just forget
how to feel?
Then how can I tell
illusion from what is real?
The answer is simple
I can't.
Though I needed a lot of time
to realize what it really meant.
There's just one thing
of which I am sure
I am master of feeling
insecure.
But I was told it fits House, so... form an opinion. :D
Tiny little fractures
If I don't love...
do I have to hate?
Then why do not all
feelings just fade?
Pain, sorrow, anger, happiness
all of that ceases to be
You can only comprehend
If you understand me
Eventually...nothing remains
only emptiness
it could be much easier
to be born emotionless
Am I embittered?
Afraid to be hurt?
I don't even know
I can give you my word.
Did I just forget
how to feel?
Then how can I tell
illusion from what is real?
The answer is simple
I can't.
Though I needed a lot of time
to realize what it really meant.
There's just one thing
of which I am sure
I am master of feeling
insecure.
