Cuddy woke up in a daze, her head felt like it was inside a vice, it was only when she sat up, that she noticed a glass of water on the coffee table in front of her, with a Vicodin tablet next to it. Cuddy looked at it confused, but then a smile came across her face.
Cuddy: House?
Cuddy called out, but there was no reply. She was alone. Picking herself up, she slipped into the shower and began to remember what happened last night. She bowed her head; the water from the showerhead dripping down her face and back. It was the only time she allowed herself to cry; the water could hide the tears.
When she stepped into her bedroom, she get dressed, and looked at herself one last time in the mirror. Smiling with enthusiasm, before her frown re-appeared.
Meanwhile…
House had driven back home on his motorcycle at around one o’clock in the morning. As he slumped onto his side, in his bed, he checked the time on the alarm clock. It read eight o’clock, still too early for him. Before he could go back to sleep, he smiled at the image of Cuddy sleeping softly in his arms. House would normally relish the thought of being in that situation with any other woman, but not with Cuddy. Instead, he felt different. With a questionable look on his face, House took a mental step back and thought for a moment. Was he feeling something more, something deeper, for Cuddy?
Sitting up in his bed, he closed his eyes and his mind immediately jumped to the kiss they both shared months ago. He felt a sinking feeling inside his stomach, and he finally connected the dots; he had fallen for her, after all these years, he had finally found the missing piece of the puzzle.
*
Cuddy arrived at work, she nearly collided with House, who was in the elevator when he noticed her coming in, before the doors had closed, he could have stopped them from shutting, but he couldn’t talk to her after finally unveiling his true feelings to himself.
Foreman: New case, blind kindergarten teacher. She can see shapes, numbers, and colours.
House: But she’s still blind right?
Thirteen: It must be something that his inhibited her brain, which in turn has affected her visually.
House: An MRI will give us a clearer view.
The team left, nearly knocking into Wilson who came into the outer office at the same time.
Wilson: So.
House ignored him, as they both moved to House’s office. House sitting down, whilst Wilson stayed standing.
Wilson: What happened?
House: Nothing.
Wilson: Nothing, as in?
House: Nothing.
Wilson: She passed out; you didn’t leave her on the floor or somewhere?
House: She was passed out, where she passed out. Then you told me not to leave her.
House saw that Cuddy was coming out of the elevator, she began walking towards his office.
Cuddy: Oh, are you two busy?
Wilson: No, I was just…leaving.
Wilson left hesitantly, as Cuddy turned and watched him leave, she then faced House.
Cuddy: I just came to say thank you, for last night.
House: Your welcome.
Cuddy: Okay.
Cuddy turned around to leave.
House: Is that it?
Cuddy turned back around, as House stood up and walked slowly towards her.
Cuddy: You want me to send you a muffin basket?
House was stuck for what to say, until a light bulb flashed above his head.
House: How about an all expenses paid for date?
Cuddy seemed a little stunned, and taken a back by House’s proposition.
House: Pick me up at eight?
House smiled and left her standing in his office, her mouth wide open in shock.
Cuddy: House?
Cuddy called out, but there was no reply. She was alone. Picking herself up, she slipped into the shower and began to remember what happened last night. She bowed her head; the water from the showerhead dripping down her face and back. It was the only time she allowed herself to cry; the water could hide the tears.
When she stepped into her bedroom, she get dressed, and looked at herself one last time in the mirror. Smiling with enthusiasm, before her frown re-appeared.
Meanwhile…
House had driven back home on his motorcycle at around one o’clock in the morning. As he slumped onto his side, in his bed, he checked the time on the alarm clock. It read eight o’clock, still too early for him. Before he could go back to sleep, he smiled at the image of Cuddy sleeping softly in his arms. House would normally relish the thought of being in that situation with any other woman, but not with Cuddy. Instead, he felt different. With a questionable look on his face, House took a mental step back and thought for a moment. Was he feeling something more, something deeper, for Cuddy?
Sitting up in his bed, he closed his eyes and his mind immediately jumped to the kiss they both shared months ago. He felt a sinking feeling inside his stomach, and he finally connected the dots; he had fallen for her, after all these years, he had finally found the missing piece of the puzzle.
*
Cuddy arrived at work, she nearly collided with House, who was in the elevator when he noticed her coming in, before the doors had closed, he could have stopped them from shutting, but he couldn’t talk to her after finally unveiling his true feelings to himself.
Foreman: New case, blind kindergarten teacher. She can see shapes, numbers, and colours.
House: But she’s still blind right?
Thirteen: It must be something that his inhibited her brain, which in turn has affected her visually.
House: An MRI will give us a clearer view.
The team left, nearly knocking into Wilson who came into the outer office at the same time.
Wilson: So.
House ignored him, as they both moved to House’s office. House sitting down, whilst Wilson stayed standing.
Wilson: What happened?
House: Nothing.
Wilson: Nothing, as in?
House: Nothing.
Wilson: She passed out; you didn’t leave her on the floor or somewhere?
House: She was passed out, where she passed out. Then you told me not to leave her.
House saw that Cuddy was coming out of the elevator, she began walking towards his office.
Cuddy: Oh, are you two busy?
Wilson: No, I was just…leaving.
Wilson left hesitantly, as Cuddy turned and watched him leave, she then faced House.
Cuddy: I just came to say thank you, for last night.
House: Your welcome.
Cuddy: Okay.
Cuddy turned around to leave.
House: Is that it?
Cuddy turned back around, as House stood up and walked slowly towards her.
Cuddy: You want me to send you a muffin basket?
House was stuck for what to say, until a light bulb flashed above his head.
House: How about an all expenses paid for date?
Cuddy seemed a little stunned, and taken a back by House’s proposition.
House: Pick me up at eight?
House smiled and left her standing in his office, her mouth wide open in shock.
