I have been working on this for a while. The idea came onces to me but somehow I didn't know how to start.
Content: Cuddy gets kidnapped the whole hospital is turned upside down and everyone is freaking out, especially when the kidnapper doesn't act like a "normal" kidnapper does.
I suck at summaries so read and enjoy.
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Chapter One: A Bad Dream.
Lisa Cuddy was sleeping. Due to the smile on her face she was having sweet dreams.
She opened her eyes slowly and looked straight into House's face. Her smile grew wider and he responded it. All of a sudden there was a loud, monotonous squeak and House's face blurred before it started to disappear.
Cuddy hit her alarm clock and sighed. This had already been the fifth time and it was getting creepy. She was not supposed to dream of him, she was not even supposed to think of him , at least not as often as she did.
She made her way out of the bed, still feeling groggy and dozy. In the kitchen she grabbed a mug and waited for the coffee machine to do its work. As she felt the black hot liquid running down her throat she felt better and closed her eyes for a short moment just to open them a few moments later because a well known face was still hunting her.
A curse broke the silence, the good mood had flown away as soon as it had come. The mug was empty and Cuddy put it back on the kitchen counter. Then she walked back into her bedroom.
An hour later she was ready and started on her way to the hospital.
When she had approached there she got out of her car and entered the building.
Luckily everything looked as always, nothing had changed. The hallway was pretty empty this early morning just a few nurses were flitting through the corridor, nodding shortly when they got aware of Cuddy.
She reached her office, opened the door and turned the lights on. The blinds were still shut down and it was a litte bit cold. Files were lying on her desk waiting for her to work on them.
Cuddy rose the blinds and considered turning the heating on. It was autumn but already cold in the mornings and so she decided in favour of the heat. Then she sat down and started to work.
The warmth of the heater filled the room slowly and Cuddy began to feel better.
House yawned and stretched himself. As he looked at his alarm clock he decided to stay in bed for a few more minutes.
One hour later he got up and walked to the kitchen.
Another hour later he was on the way to the hospital.
When he entered his office he saw his whole team sitting there, they had waited for him and tried to beep him. With no success. The calls had been unanswered and so they had decided to wait for him, whenever he would show up (if he would do).
House grinned evily when he saw all of his team members sitting inside of his office. They didn't seem to be very motivated and so he opened the door and entered the room, shouting
"Good morning."
The ducklings winced and turned around. House was still smirking.
"Did I scare you?"
He asked with a fake innocent expression on his face.
He didn't get an answer but he heard them grumble.
"It's such a beautiful morning you shouldn't be so moody."
Four pairs of eyes glared at him and finally it was Taub who broke the silence.
"Do we have any case to work on?"
House threw a folder to him.
"This must be your lucky day."
Taub didn't reply and studied the folder instead. Meanwhile House limped to the board and wrote down the symptoms.
"32 year old woman who suffers from..."
Before he could continue the door opened again and Cuddy entered the room, and due to the look on her face she was angry, very angry.
"HOUSE!"
House turned around, unimpressed.
"You don't have to shout I'm not deaf, well not yet."
Cuddy glared at him she was fuming.
"I need to talk to you. NOW!"
House thought about ignoring her for a moment before he studied her again and realized that she was serious...deadly serious. So he got up and followed her.
"This time you have gone too far! You not only stole some meds but also destroyed a MRI!"
"I am in pain and you know that...I can't help it if the pharmacist thinks I have enough pills and it was not me who destroyed the MRI, it was my patient. And how on earth could I know that she had a spasm right in there?“
Cuddy's glare grew even more intense.
"You are an addict, House. And you knew exactly that your patient suffered from various epileptic seizures when she came here!"
"Gosh woman you act like I killed someone!"
"Be careful, I am close to kill you!"
"And you keep wondering about why you don't find anyone?"
House mumbled but according to Cuddy's face she had heard him.
"What?"
She managed to say, she was tongue-tied.
"Well it is obvious...no one wants to be with a complete bitch all day long."
Cuddy stared at him she couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"House..."
She whispered.
"I'm glad you didn't get that child, no one deserves to bear with you night and day."
House had spoken the words before he realized their meaning. He saw Cuddy's eyes wide in disbelief and pain. Before he could react she had turned on her heel and left him alone.
He kept on standing there for bit, he didn't know what to do...he knew that he was in serious trouble.
Though he hadn't meant to hurt her, he had done it...probably worse than usual.
Cuddy didn't care where she was going, she just continued walking. Tears ran down her face and blurred her view. When she felt cold wind stroking her cheek she realized she was outside the hospital.
This was like a bad dream, but it was real.
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The lesser of the two evils
If you have to hate
and can't stop with it yet,
Then practise to your heart's content
to hate the hate inside of you.
(Mascha Kaléko)
