:) i hope you enjoyed the last chap and i hope you will enjoy this chap too...i am in a bad headspace so my spelling and grammar may not be the best...im MEANT to be doing an english assignment at the moment...lol...but im not doing it...
umm, eveyone is asking if house will be able to change cuddy...you're all just gonna have to wait and see... :O
read and review
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huddyaimee
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Cuddy stirred in her sleep. The big animal next to her was no longer there and she was sad. She thought House looked cute as a big, furry panther; he was sweet. Cuddy looked at the clock on her bedside table. She groaned, it was 6 already and she needed to get up.
When she finally brought the rest of herself to the real world she smelt coffee. She smiled at the thought of having sweet, hot, morning coffee. Arriving in her kitchen she saw House there wearing only his jeans. She was confused. He had left his clothes all torn up on the floor that evening.
House spun around, “Good morning,”
“Uh, hi,” she said, her voice still raspy from her sleep. “Where did you get your jeans?”
“Oh, I went back home to get them, came back here, changed and put the jeans on,”
“You're cute as a panther,”
He smiled and his good side was threatening to come through, which it did. “You're cute all the time.”
Cuddy stood there, her jaw literally on the floor. She snapped it shut. 'No witty remark, no sarcasm, no nothing,' she thought.
“Thanks,” she smiled, turning a slight shade of pink.
“Here,” he said handing over a red mug filled with the warm dark liquid. She nodded and accepted. “Want breakfast?”
“You can cook?”
“No, I was gonna say if you want breakfast, the stuff's in the cupboard,”
She smiled and shook her head playfully.
“Hey! The least you could do for me would be to make breakfast, remember, I showed you who and what I am last night.”
Cuddy looked up at him with a glare, “Why did you come back?”
He held her gaze. He couldn't tell her that he needed to be with her. He couldn't tell her that she was his 'other'. He couldn't tell her that he would need to be with her forever.
“Because I did,” he replied bluntly.
She shook her her head and a little laugh escaped her mouth, “Why don't I believe that?”
It was a rehtorical question, but House wanted to answer. “Because you have become confused about who I really am. You want to believe anything is possible.”
Cuddy made her way to the pantry and pulled out a box of musli and then went to the firdge and pulled out her tub of yoghurt. She made two bowls of the breakfast and handed one to House. Cuddy was thinking hard about what he had said and then remembered back to the story he had told Rachel. An odd truth dawned on her.
“I'm your 'other' aren't I?” she asked.
House sighed. “Yes,”
Cuddy looked at him with affection. She kind of understood what was meant by 'other' but she wanted to hear it from his lips. “I think I have an idea of what an 'other' is. Could you explain?”
“An 'other' is a person or an animal that my kind form a bond with. Being someone's 'other' means that they have a commitment to that person. These bonds are usually temporary, kind of like Wilson's marriages,” they both let out a laugh at that, “but there are some rare cases where this bond won't go away and we are left with life-long commitments.”
“So you have this commitment to me, meaning what?”
“I have to protect you,”
“So that's why you crash all my dates,” she smiled to herself.
“Yeah,”
“So me, am I a temporary bond or life-long?” she was curious to know.
“I've known you since the day you were born, I'd say it's life-long,”
Cuddy smiled in her thoughts. She was loving this man more and more. “How have you known me since I was born?”
“I'm quite...old...”
“Old, as in I'm a creepy pedophile old or as in I'm immortal,”
“Old as in I'm immortal,”
Cuddy's breath caught in her throat. “How old are you, exactly?”
“Umm, maybe 400 years,”
She stared at him, he stared back, unfazed. 'Damn, you look good for a 400 year old,”
House started posing, flexing his muscles. “Why thank you,”
They both laughed before staring at their empty beakfast bowls. House stood up and got Cuddy's bowl, taking it to the sink, he began running the hot water. “You made me breakfast, so I'll clean. Go and have a shower.”
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huddyaimee
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Cuddy stood under the hot water for a good five minutes in thought about House. It was weird that he'd just opened up to her like that, but maybe it was who he really was. She had a human/panther/employee downstairs cleaning up after their breakfast. He had been a pillow to her that night, and now she knew that House had to protect her for the rest of his life, or her life, which ever was to end first.
Cuddy's thoughts were wandering. Being his 'other' didn't bother her, but the fact she didn't know whether it was a family kind of bond, or a romantic bond got to her. She had loved this man ever since university although she'd never admitted it to anyone.
A knocking at her door twenty minutes later brought her out of her thoughts.
“You done yet?” House asked from the other side of the door. “Rachel's about to wake, do you want me to get her,”
“Umm, sure, thank you.” she replied. Looking at the wrinkles on the pads of her fingers, she decided it was time to get out.
She got out and dried her hair before pulling it up into a messy ponytail and wrapped the towel around her chest. She thanked herself for buying thick and long towels.
Walking out into the corridor, she looked down into her daughter's room. There was House sitting in a rocking chair with Rachel in his arms. He was singing to her and feeding her from a bottle. Cuddy smiled at the sight and walked down to the room to say good morning to her girl.
“Hey, honey,” she said to her baby. “Greg's got you,”
House smiled to himself at her usage of his first name.
“Do you want her,” he offered.
“You're doing a great job with her,”
“Look at me, Lisa.” he said. She looked at him obediently. House moved one of his hands from Rachel to cup Cuddy's face. He pulled gently on her face; there lips mere centimeters apart. Cuddy initiated the next movement, bringing her lips down on House's.
Their kiss didn't last long, but it was enough to flare up emotions between the two. She smiled down at him.
“Thank you,” she said before walking off to go and get changed.
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huddyaimee
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i hoped you enjoyed that chap...my aim is to introduce a little bit of who house really is in each chapter...so the last one we found out what he was and in this one we found out what his 'other' was...i cant tell you what we're gonna find out next chapter but yeah...
review (and to those on fanpop rate!!!)
xxx
umm, eveyone is asking if house will be able to change cuddy...you're all just gonna have to wait and see... :O
read and review
xxx
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huddyaimee
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Cuddy stirred in her sleep. The big animal next to her was no longer there and she was sad. She thought House looked cute as a big, furry panther; he was sweet. Cuddy looked at the clock on her bedside table. She groaned, it was 6 already and she needed to get up.
When she finally brought the rest of herself to the real world she smelt coffee. She smiled at the thought of having sweet, hot, morning coffee. Arriving in her kitchen she saw House there wearing only his jeans. She was confused. He had left his clothes all torn up on the floor that evening.
House spun around, “Good morning,”
“Uh, hi,” she said, her voice still raspy from her sleep. “Where did you get your jeans?”
“Oh, I went back home to get them, came back here, changed and put the jeans on,”
“You're cute as a panther,”
He smiled and his good side was threatening to come through, which it did. “You're cute all the time.”
Cuddy stood there, her jaw literally on the floor. She snapped it shut. 'No witty remark, no sarcasm, no nothing,' she thought.
“Thanks,” she smiled, turning a slight shade of pink.
“Here,” he said handing over a red mug filled with the warm dark liquid. She nodded and accepted. “Want breakfast?”
“You can cook?”
“No, I was gonna say if you want breakfast, the stuff's in the cupboard,”
She smiled and shook her head playfully.
“Hey! The least you could do for me would be to make breakfast, remember, I showed you who and what I am last night.”
Cuddy looked up at him with a glare, “Why did you come back?”
He held her gaze. He couldn't tell her that he needed to be with her. He couldn't tell her that she was his 'other'. He couldn't tell her that he would need to be with her forever.
“Because I did,” he replied bluntly.
She shook her her head and a little laugh escaped her mouth, “Why don't I believe that?”
It was a rehtorical question, but House wanted to answer. “Because you have become confused about who I really am. You want to believe anything is possible.”
Cuddy made her way to the pantry and pulled out a box of musli and then went to the firdge and pulled out her tub of yoghurt. She made two bowls of the breakfast and handed one to House. Cuddy was thinking hard about what he had said and then remembered back to the story he had told Rachel. An odd truth dawned on her.
“I'm your 'other' aren't I?” she asked.
House sighed. “Yes,”
Cuddy looked at him with affection. She kind of understood what was meant by 'other' but she wanted to hear it from his lips. “I think I have an idea of what an 'other' is. Could you explain?”
“An 'other' is a person or an animal that my kind form a bond with. Being someone's 'other' means that they have a commitment to that person. These bonds are usually temporary, kind of like Wilson's marriages,” they both let out a laugh at that, “but there are some rare cases where this bond won't go away and we are left with life-long commitments.”
“So you have this commitment to me, meaning what?”
“I have to protect you,”
“So that's why you crash all my dates,” she smiled to herself.
“Yeah,”
“So me, am I a temporary bond or life-long?” she was curious to know.
“I've known you since the day you were born, I'd say it's life-long,”
Cuddy smiled in her thoughts. She was loving this man more and more. “How have you known me since I was born?”
“I'm quite...old...”
“Old, as in I'm a creepy pedophile old or as in I'm immortal,”
“Old as in I'm immortal,”
Cuddy's breath caught in her throat. “How old are you, exactly?”
“Umm, maybe 400 years,”
She stared at him, he stared back, unfazed. 'Damn, you look good for a 400 year old,”
House started posing, flexing his muscles. “Why thank you,”
They both laughed before staring at their empty beakfast bowls. House stood up and got Cuddy's bowl, taking it to the sink, he began running the hot water. “You made me breakfast, so I'll clean. Go and have a shower.”
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huddyaimee
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Cuddy stood under the hot water for a good five minutes in thought about House. It was weird that he'd just opened up to her like that, but maybe it was who he really was. She had a human/panther/employee downstairs cleaning up after their breakfast. He had been a pillow to her that night, and now she knew that House had to protect her for the rest of his life, or her life, which ever was to end first.
Cuddy's thoughts were wandering. Being his 'other' didn't bother her, but the fact she didn't know whether it was a family kind of bond, or a romantic bond got to her. She had loved this man ever since university although she'd never admitted it to anyone.
A knocking at her door twenty minutes later brought her out of her thoughts.
“You done yet?” House asked from the other side of the door. “Rachel's about to wake, do you want me to get her,”
“Umm, sure, thank you.” she replied. Looking at the wrinkles on the pads of her fingers, she decided it was time to get out.
She got out and dried her hair before pulling it up into a messy ponytail and wrapped the towel around her chest. She thanked herself for buying thick and long towels.
Walking out into the corridor, she looked down into her daughter's room. There was House sitting in a rocking chair with Rachel in his arms. He was singing to her and feeding her from a bottle. Cuddy smiled at the sight and walked down to the room to say good morning to her girl.
“Hey, honey,” she said to her baby. “Greg's got you,”
House smiled to himself at her usage of his first name.
“Do you want her,” he offered.
“You're doing a great job with her,”
“Look at me, Lisa.” he said. She looked at him obediently. House moved one of his hands from Rachel to cup Cuddy's face. He pulled gently on her face; there lips mere centimeters apart. Cuddy initiated the next movement, bringing her lips down on House's.
Their kiss didn't last long, but it was enough to flare up emotions between the two. She smiled down at him.
“Thank you,” she said before walking off to go and get changed.
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huddyaimee
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i hoped you enjoyed that chap...my aim is to introduce a little bit of who house really is in each chapter...so the last one we found out what he was and in this one we found out what his 'other' was...i cant tell you what we're gonna find out next chapter but yeah...
review (and to those on fanpop rate!!!)
xxx
I was reading up on opiate withdrawal and apparently you can go through withdrawal not just to stop taking the drug, Vicodin in House’s case, but to reduce the amount you’re taking.
So in House’s case, like Wilson said; his Vicodin levels where way to high and so the only option was to let his body recover and reduce it’s need for that amount it got everyday.
Therefore, the next morning when he was seemingly better; it was because of the extreme cold-turkeyness that House used to reduce his levels of Vicodin in order for his hallucination of Amber to go away. So I don’t think it was a hallucination, because he hasn’t quit Vicodin, he has only reduced the amount he takes within the space of a horrible 24 hour detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every hour or so like before.
Short and simple :)
So in House’s case, like Wilson said; his Vicodin levels where way to high and so the only option was to let his body recover and reduce it’s need for that amount it got everyday.
Therefore, the next morning when he was seemingly better; it was because of the extreme cold-turkeyness that House used to reduce his levels of Vicodin in order for his hallucination of Amber to go away. So I don’t think it was a hallucination, because he hasn’t quit Vicodin, he has only reduced the amount he takes within the space of a horrible 24 hour detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every hour or so like before.
Short and simple :)