Happy Finale Day, everybody!
Lisa looked up as the elevator doors opened and Hugh stepped in, leaning heavily on his cane, a bruise flowering on the left side of his face. Lisa waved the file in her hand in his direction as the doors closed and he leaned against the wall to her right.
“I got the transfer papers. The plasmapheresis is all set up…” She turned her head and frowned at the discoloration running up his cheek toward his temple. “Are you ok?”
As she reached up to touch the contusion Hugh grabbed at the file in her hands and opened it, skimming quickly over the pages inside. “Fresh infusion of macho,” he cracked, sparing a wicked sideways glance. “You like?”
“What were you doing
up there, anyway?” Lisa asked, giving up on poking and prodding his face and instead snatching the file back.
“Antiquing.” The elevator doors opened. “I found you a late Victorian corset. Come by later, I’ll tie you up.”
Lisa fixed him with an extremely unamused stare as the doors closed again, and Hugh started off down the hallway, intercepted by Peter as the scene continued. Lisa rolled her neck around, still inside the elevator, waiting for filming to end so they could open the doors again and let her out. Finally Hugh and Peter had made it down the hall, the director stopped filming, and the crew sent the signal to open the elevator doors. Lisa strode out toward the cameras and found the director talking to the writers about the scene they’d just shot.
“There’s just something off about it,” Dan Attias was looking over the script with David Foster. “It’s just so… two-dimensional. This whole episode has been from the point of view of the patient, and now it seems like it’s just House and Cuddy and the audience is going to be sitting there going ‘hey, something’s missing.’”
“Excuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse me.” Lisa said, hands on her hips. “We’re standing right here, you know.”
“They don’t care, you know,” Hugh said, coming up behind her. “What’d we do this time?”
“Ahhhhh I don’t know…” Dan stared at the script for a few more seconds. “Let’s try it again, see if I’m just imagining things. I might want to re-work it a little, though. Want to take it from the same place? And I don’t know, just give it a little more… what’s the word… try and fill that third person hole that seems like it’s staring me in the face.”
Lisa and Hugh blinked at him.
“Nothing like good solid direction,” Lisa cracked as they headed back.
“Well, good solid direction depends upon ah… what’s the word… good acting?” Hugh made a face at her and Lisa stuck her tongue out at him as the elevator doors closed in front of her in preparation for the beginning of the scene.
As the doors slid open, Hugh limped into the elevator and leaned against the back wall, closer than before—his shoulder resting against Lisa’s. She glanced at him quickly, and Hugh looked tiredly down at the file in her hands.
“I got the transfer papers,” she said, her eyes never leaving his face. “The plasmapheresis is all set up—are you ok?” Lisa reached up to touch his face, her fingers trailing softly along where the makeup artist had magically bruised her co-star. Hugh gave her a half smile, half grimace as he reached over and took the file from her other hand, not moving away from her touch.
“Fresh infusion of macho,” he said, finally moving his head downward just slightly to look at the folder. “You like?”
Lisa furrowed her brow as she flattened the pads of her fingers just slightly against his cheekbone. Hugh faked a wince, and she jerked her hand back quickly. “What were you doing up there, anyway?”
“Antiquing.” He handed back the file. “Found you a late Victorian corset. Come by later, I’ll tie you up.”
Lisa quirked an eyebrow at him, trying not to picture just that scenario. A few moments later they realized that the scene was supposed to still be going on, but the elevator doors hadn’t opened. A knocking sound was heard, and then Dan’s voice:
“Hang on, guys, something wrong with the doors. We’re working on it…”
Hugh scoffed, looking over at his co-star, who had slid her back down the wall until she was seated, her legs stretched out in front of her, ankles crossed. Sighing, he joined her on the floor.
“Well this is fun,” he said to the air.
“Doesn’t get any funner,” Lisa said, leaning her head back on the wall and turning it to regard him. “Hugh, as long as we’re sitting here…”
“Sorry, friend. I don’t actually have
a Victorian corset; that was just in the script.” Hugh joked—but when he looked over at his companion, her eyes were downcast and she was clutching at her sleeve, gripping bits of material and releasing them over and over. “Lisa?”
“Sorry.” She tried to smile at him. “Sorry. Just… a distracting image.” Hugh looked askance at her. “Hugh…” Lisa’s voice cracked and she swallowed hard. “Hugh, um—God, this is going to sound so stupid. Can you just… not flirt with me anymore?”
Blue eyes immediately hardened, with anger or with pain, she wasn’t sure. “I wasn’t aware that I was doing anything to make you uncomfortable,” he said stiffly.
“No, it—” He started to pull himself up with the railing, but Lisa grabbed his arm, forcing him back down to face her. She licked her lips and touched his face gently.
“Hugh. You’ve not done anything wrong, ok? It’s just for my sake, I need you to—you’re distracting me, I’m having trouble separating out right from wrong, and before I do something incredibly stupid…” It didn’t help that he was staring at her lips. Lisa closed her eyes and forced the image out of her mind. “Please, just give me a chance to… get over you?”
Her eyes were still closed, but she felt his arm moving, then his chin tenderly lifting her chin, and knew he was waiting for her to look at him before he said anything else. Finally she took a breath and raised her eyes to his, only to be completely shocked at how close he had been leaning in. “Lisa, what are you talking about?” He whispered; close enough for her to feel the words on her cheek as they left his mouth. “What do you mean, ‘get over me’?”
“You just—you make me feel…”
A horrendous grinding noise suddenly sent Lisa flying to her feet, her heart racing. A crew member was inch by torturous inch prying the elevator doors open until there was just room for a person to squeeze through.
“Come on, guys,” he gasped. “Get out before this stupid thing locks up again…”
He didn’t have to tell Lisa twice. She was through the doors and gone before Hugh was to his feet. After he had squeezed his way through the opening, he found her with the writers and directors, talking about the scene that had just been interrupted.
“I want to re-do the sequence, same lines, different setting,” Dan was saying. “Forget the elevator. Apparently…” an enormous whining noise suddenly came from the power box on the back of the device and then there was a loud pop and the smell of smoke. “Apparently the elevator is not viable at this time. So! We’re going to add the patient into this scene, have you do it on the move more urgency, and this way we can get it from the patient’s point of view, which means of course he gets to make sarcastic comments about the standard of care he’s bound to receive when his doctor is too busy flirting with the hospital administrator.”
Hugh raised his eyebrows at Lisa. She shrugged her shoulders.
“Works for me,” she said.
“I’m so pleased.” Dan muttered. “Because we’ll be doing it that way whether you like it or not.”
Hugh’s hackles raised, and he was about to step forward and give the director a piece of his mind, but Lisa grabbed his sleeve and walked him back to the set while they called Mos Def over to add him to the scene.
“He’s just worried about getting the elevator fixed. You know we’re over budget already, and this is not going to help matters.”
Hugh looked down at Lisa’s hand on his sleeve, and she quickly released it. His jaw worked for a moment. Lisa said she wanted him to stop flirting with her. Ok, so how does that work with her still touching him every two seconds? Was she totally and completely unaware of what she
was doing to him
? Why did he have to be the bad guy in this scenario? And how was she going to just say something like that and then run off as if nothing had happened? Honestly, the woman could just be the most infuriating... Hugh let out a short, frustrated breath. “Fine. Let’s go.”
A few minutes later, Hugh came through the swinging door, posse in tow, pushing a gurney with their guest star lying on it. Lisa came from the opposite direction, catching up.
“I got the transfer papers. Plasmapheresis is all set up—are you ok?” Lisa reached for his face, then suddenly jumped, hopping on her right foot. “Ow!”
“Geez. Sorry.” Hugh tried to stop the gurney rolling, but the others had already kept moving down the hallway without him. “I’m sorry; I can’t push a gurney and
mock your enormous buttons at the same time.”
Lisa couldn’t help it—she started laughing. Hugh turned toward her, his eyes completely serious, and her laughter suddenly stopped.
“Is that what you were talking about?” He asked lowly, while the other started rolling the gurney back in their direction.
“Kind of,” she shrugged, not meeting his eyes. “I know it’s stupid, I guess—”
“So you’re attracted to jerks.” Hugh said sharply. “I was being an ass to you, and you think that’s flirting?” Lisa’s eyes widened, filling with hurt. “Fine. Since I apparently can’t do anything right, I just won’t speak at all. Will that make your life easier?”
“We ready to go again?” Dan called from off camera, and Hugh immediately did an about-face and went back to the beginning of the hallway, waiting to start. Lisa stared at him, watching him go, unable to help the sharp sting that was forming behind her eyes. She ducked her head as she went to her starting mark, blinking rapidly, and taking short, shallow breaths. She had asked for it. He was doing what she wanted. All she had to do was live with it for just a few more episodes, and then she’d be safe… right?
So I wanted a scene where the two of them got trapped in an elevator, and just my luck--the whole rest of the season, they're never IN an elevator!! What's a girl to do... oh well, this is why they invented Creative License! lol
"I'm sorry; I can't push a gurney and mock your enormous buttons at the same time..."