House found himself on the roof of the hospital when the dawn broke. He was in his gown, sitting on the very ledge. He was puffing on one of his cigars as the sun rose. It was so peaceful here. And he was feeling so serene. Until Wilson popped in.
"Mind if I take a drag?" He asked sarcastically. He was in the doorway, holding it halfway open. He stood there for about seven seconds before actually coming near him.
"You showed her the ring?"
"Because you refused to."
He took a long drag, causing a good amount of ashes to fall. They blew away when the morning breeze blew. They didn't look at each other. They just stared out, watching the sun rise.
"How do you propose to fight for her?"
"I'll find a way."
"It shouldn't be that hard. She's kinda shaken up right now. She's obviously going to turn to you."
"Not after our spat last night."
"And not after who I saw her with last night."
Wilson turned to look at him.
"Her OB-GYN. Came for a visit. But, he was dressed like me."
"Well--you know--It's not like she did the flirting."
"It's the fact that she let him. And she felt a sense of joy towards those compliments, statements, or whatever you want to call that bullshit."
He didn't respond. He just kept looking towards the sun. He took another long drag.
"Now you're going to kill yourself, twice as fast. Stop that."
He snatched the nearly finished cigar out of House's hands, throwing it over the roof, letting it fall into the hospital fountain.
"Thanks for that. She's obviously moved on. So should I."
Wilson was slightly angry. His voice has tensed and changed its tone and level. House finally looked at him, waiting for him to say something else.
"First you don't tell me that you were proposing until after you guys break up, you didn't let me help you pick out the ring, you told me that you bought the ring yourself when in fact it was her mother that gave you the ring and then you don't bother to mention how serious about this you are."
"I told you I was proposing--"
"Over the phone. And like what, a day before you were going to?"
"I didn't want to you to help me pick out the ring because I knew already which ring I was going to use. Before I even picked out a ring, I went straight for Cuddy's old place. Was looking for the dad, she said he was out wasn't going to be home for about an hour. So I waited for her father. When he got back I told them first that she was pregnant. Mother was thrilled, father, threw a swing at me. That's why I had a bruise on my cheek for a week."
"You knew she was pregnant, before she knew herself?"
"How long have you known me?"
Wilson nodded, signifying he could go on.
"Her mother had to calm him down as I got up from the floor. Then I tried to reassure him and told them I planned on marrying her. Again the mother was thrilled but at least this time so was the dad. I told them I needed their blessing and they gave me the ring."
He stopped for a moment. He gave a sigh of regret before continuing.
"I am sorry about the last thing. I just assumed you knew how I felt about this but. You're right," he paused again.
"I've been serious about it ever since. I hoped it would go somewhere and I wouldn't have to say anything or do anything to make things change. But after a while I realized I did. I do have to make that certain move to let things progress. We were stuck in the boyfriend-girlfriend phase. So I wanted to change that."
"So you decided to get her pregnant. Smooth move."
"That wasn't my fault. She thought I was losing my little talent of mine so she decided to test me with no pills. In her own actions, she committed the fault. Causing herself to get pregnant. I merely just played my part, assuming that maybe she wanted to get pregnant and that's why she was off the pill. But then. Well you know the rest. But no, I was going to propose ever since. Wasn't a forced decision."
Wilson closed his eyes and gave a quick nod. They both remained silent the whole time they were up there. Once the sun reached high, House's watch went off. It was seven.
"Shouldn't you be in your bed?"
"Made them discharge me last night."
Wilson looked at him in terror.
"I'm fine." House began to slide off back onto the floor of the roof. He began limping towards the door as he threw back two vicodin.
"Where you going?"
He didn't turn around, but just opened the door. Slowly.
"Where do you think?"
Wilson sighed. It wasn't a regretful, a sympathetic nor a sad sigh. It was an amazed sigh.
"You really love her do you?"
House stood still. Then the slightly turned his head towards Wilson.
"With everything I've got left."
She was just asleep in her bed. They finally had moved her out of the ICU and she was in a normal room. House was watching her from the window. He had changed back into his causal clothes, and he was accompanied by his cane.
He tapped his cane against the window repetitively, as if waiting. Suddenly someone had come up behind him and laid their hand on his shoulder. He realized the touch.
"Hey. Why did you let them discharge you?"
"I'm fine now."
It was Cameron.
"You're still in a fragile condition."
"She's fine. So is little Greg." Cameron grew a smile as she uttered the name. So did House.
"They're both healthy," she continued, "but they need to rest. So do you."
"I've taken my resting elsewhere."
"Earlier. On the roof."
"What were you--?"
"Did I ever tell you about a walk we took?"
"What does that have to do with you--"
"I was thinking about it. First time I actually told her I loved her. It wasn't straight out, but it was implied, and she knew."
Cameron sat down on the bench and listened intently as House went on.
"It was around early September. I was sitting at a bench under this tree in the park..."
Many months earlier....
House was just laying across the bench with his arms folded behind his head. He was humming Journey's "Faithfully" as he rested underneath the tree hovering above him. Suddenly he heard his name being called in the distance...
"House!" With every call, the voice grew louder and closer. Soon enough the figure's head was arching over him. It was Cuddy.
"What do you want dear sir?"
"You to do your job. Your over an hour late for work."
"Can you blame me?"
He stretched his arms out, referring her to the day that was out. The sun shining, breeze blowing, and the birds chirping.
"Seriously. The teams waiting and I got a case for you--"
"Highway run," House began to sing now the song he had been humming earlier.
"Into the midnight sun. Wheels go round and round, you're on my mind. Restless hearts, sleep alone tonight, sendin' all my love along the wire...They say that road ain't no place to start a family, right down the line its been you and me..... And lovin' a music man ain't always what it's supposed to be...oh girl, you stand by me...I'm forever yours.....faithfully......"
Cuddy just smiled at him. This was no ordinary smile however, it was a smile greater than all the rest.
"Circus life," he interrupted her again.
"Under the big top world, we all need the clowns to make us smile...Through space and time..Always another show...Wondering where I am..lost without...you.."
He interrupted her again but got louder.
"And being apart ain't easy on the love affair..Two strangers learn to fall in love again....And I get the joy of rediscovering you..And oh girl, and you stand, by me...I'm forever yours.....Faithfully....Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh ohhhh, Faithfully, I'm still yours....I'm forever yours......Ever yours.....faithfully...."
Cuddy lifted House's head up from the bench and sat down. She laid it back down on her lap.
She smiled at him. Then he said,
"You still want to go back to work?"
She laughed. And put her hand on his head.
"Can you blame me?"
He reached up and kissed her. Her smile remained on her face for the whole time. Even after.
"Pagers going off."
He reached up again, but she pulled back.
He dropped his head on the bench.
"Shall we go then?"
"Oh shut up."
And they walked back, both smiling with House's arm around her shoulders, bringing her to his side.
"When was this?" Cameron asked eagerly.
"Long time ago. Way before we started dating."
"Who else knows?"
"Wilson. You know."
"So even when you weren't together, you were together."
"Yeah," and with that said, he walked away, before saying anything more.
"When did she tell you?" Cameron asked curiously. House was kicked back in his chair, twirling his cane.
"That she really wasn't a man? Well we had that discussion a long time ago--"
"No. When did she tell you she loved you?"
"Few months after I "told" her. One night.."
Many months earlier
House was playing his piano. He was messing around with the keys when a knock on the door sounded. He walked over and opened the door slowly. It was Cuddy.
"Mind if I come in?"
He gave a curt nod and let her walk in. She took a seat on his couch as he went to go get her a drink from the kitchen.
"On the rocks. I know."
He limped back out with another bottle and her glass. He had gone through one whole bottle already.
He gave her her glass and sat back down at the piano.
"Why are you here?"
House stared at the keys while waiting for her response.
She didn't say anything. So he looked up, and she was lying down on the couch. She just stared at him from the couch.
He grabbed a remote from his table and turned on the stereo. Eric Clapton's Wonderful tonight came on.
"Was that your way of asking me to dance?"
He got up from the bench and urged her over. She got up and took off her heels.
"I'd prefer not to dance all night like that." She walked up to him and they began to dance, as Eric Clapton sang.
She was in a slight daze. The music was practically a melody, and House was the rocking chair, rocking her to sleep.
"Why are you here?"
He had bent his head down. Her head rested on his shoulder, her face looking at their hands clasped.
"I'm still waiting for the results on that," she finally replied.
"You come here to tell me something?"
"No. But I'm waiting for something. Something that will allow me to show you what I've been trying.."
He continued to sway her around the room, slowly, being very cautious of his leg. She just kept her same position. Head rested on his shoulder, watching their clasped hands.
"You come here to kiss me?"
She just lifted her head and closed her eyes. She slowly opened them back up, appearing tenderly drowsy.
"I got tired of waiting."
He just looked at her and she just looked at him, face to face before inching closer. Before their lips met, she had harmonized with the stereo singing,
"And I feel wonderful, because I see the love light in your eyes, and the wonder of it all, is that you just don't realize, how much I love you."
"Then what happened?"
"Well I wanted a relationship, but she didn't. We both felt that if we got together it wouldn't last and it would come into a plunging fall. We both knew it wouldn't work. So we had it how it was for a few months. Then Wilson being the meddler he is, convinced me to tell her."
He then got up from his chair and began to walk out. As he walked out, he spoke his last word.
"Those songs, if you really listen to them and listen to the lyrics, you'll know...They have a bigger meaning. They meant more than how they were portrayed."