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House recalled everything that he knew had happened before he'd found himself in this house, in LA. He'd been having lunch with Cuddy, Chinese to be exact, when an older Chinese woman had come to their table, offering the two of them some fortune cookies. Cuddy had thought it would be fun, so she made him take one as well, though he hadn't wanted to in the first place. The elderly woman smiled kindly as he'd cracked the fortune cookie open and found a message lying in it. It had read Be careful what you wish for and as he'd started talking about how ridiculous and superstitious the whole thing was, the woman had told him not to take it for granted, as it would sure come back to bite his ass. Well, she hadn't used the exact same words, but you got the whole point.
He, of course, responded with some cussing and cursing and Cuddy had risen to her feet and tried to apologize to the woman on his behalf, not like he'd wanted her to.
The woman had appreciated Cuddy's apologies, but soon turned to him and asked him with, House couldn't fail to notice, what was the kindest smile he'd ever received,
'What do you wish for?' and instead of answering a short 'For you to leave' he'd told her
'To get somewhere where whatever that bothers me now seems like nothing and to have this all mean everything'
House still remembered the look on Cuddy's face when he'd yelled at the Chinese lady. She had been... somehow hurt and saddened by his words.
And then he recalled the fight they had had the previous day, about how he didn't know how to deal with his feelings and how everything that involves the two of them somehow ended up being tainted. He had been very apprehensive when it came to their relationship, he still was.
And his comment on how he needed that all to mean everything had surely hurt her. He subconsciously, or not, had chosen to cause her pain. She just couldn't realize what had been going on in his head. She couldn't. She'd reduced him to tiles. They were so good together, and they were so bad together.
They were at each others throats, and they loved each other so much. But he loved that, he wouldn't trade that for the world, and she couldn't stop thinking that he'd wanted more, that what they have wouldn't satisfy him, or make him less miserable.
She wanted to give him everything that an ordinary couple had. She was working hard to giving him that, that she started forgetting that what they were and how they were, was enough for him.
Rather, more than enough. He wasn't just less miserable. He was happy.
And no, he didn't know how to cope with that, and sure presented it all like he was unsatisfied which made the whole thing that Cuddy was trying to do very reasonable.
Which brought them were? To... it's complicated.
They were complicated, but he wouldn't have trade it for the world.
But, looking around himself, being in some, what was so not random, house in the outside of LA, he realized that by that one sentence he yelled in the cafeteria, he'd traded it for something, he was sure he couldn't grip.
Funny, but that was exactly what he'd wished for. That everything that had bothered him then, wouldn't bother him wherever he got. And that was what he got. Contemplating his life, and whether it was his life at all.
He didn't know anything about the place he was brought to. Sure, he knew that LA was the city of fame and parties, but he didn't know anything about the person that lived in the house he was in.
The man looked like him, he was the same to be exact, and the woman that was looking at him lovingly, looked like his girlfriend Cuddy, but it wasn't them.
House sighed, trying to figure out whether he was still.. who he was and how the whole thing that he had been brought to impacted his life.
Just as he rose to his feet, he remembered he'd seen an office somewhere in the hallway, and a laptop in it.
Maybe he could google the whole thing. Yeah, that sounded very useful.
However, it also sent a chill down her spine.
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House recalled everything that he knew had happened before he'd found himself in this house, in LA. He'd been having lunch with Cuddy, Chinese to be exact, when an older Chinese woman had come to their table, offering the two of them some fortune cookies. Cuddy had thought it would be fun, so she made him take one as well, though he hadn't wanted to in the first place. The elderly woman smiled kindly as he'd cracked the fortune cookie open and found a message lying in it. It had read Be careful what you wish for and as he'd started talking about how ridiculous and superstitious the whole thing was, the woman had told him not to take it for granted, as it would sure come back to bite his ass. Well, she hadn't used the exact same words, but you got the whole point.
He, of course, responded with some cussing and cursing and Cuddy had risen to her feet and tried to apologize to the woman on his behalf, not like he'd wanted her to.
The woman had appreciated Cuddy's apologies, but soon turned to him and asked him with, House couldn't fail to notice, what was the kindest smile he'd ever received,
'What do you wish for?' and instead of answering a short 'For you to leave' he'd told her
'To get somewhere where whatever that bothers me now seems like nothing and to have this all mean everything'
House still remembered the look on Cuddy's face when he'd yelled at the Chinese lady. She had been... somehow hurt and saddened by his words.
And then he recalled the fight they had had the previous day, about how he didn't know how to deal with his feelings and how everything that involves the two of them somehow ended up being tainted. He had been very apprehensive when it came to their relationship, he still was.
And his comment on how he needed that all to mean everything had surely hurt her. He subconsciously, or not, had chosen to cause her pain. She just couldn't realize what had been going on in his head. She couldn't. She'd reduced him to tiles. They were so good together, and they were so bad together.
They were at each others throats, and they loved each other so much. But he loved that, he wouldn't trade that for the world, and she couldn't stop thinking that he'd wanted more, that what they have wouldn't satisfy him, or make him less miserable.
She wanted to give him everything that an ordinary couple had. She was working hard to giving him that, that she started forgetting that what they were and how they were, was enough for him.
Rather, more than enough. He wasn't just less miserable. He was happy.
And no, he didn't know how to cope with that, and sure presented it all like he was unsatisfied which made the whole thing that Cuddy was trying to do very reasonable.
Which brought them were? To... it's complicated.
They were complicated, but he wouldn't have trade it for the world.
But, looking around himself, being in some, what was so not random, house in the outside of LA, he realized that by that one sentence he yelled in the cafeteria, he'd traded it for something, he was sure he couldn't grip.
Funny, but that was exactly what he'd wished for. That everything that had bothered him then, wouldn't bother him wherever he got. And that was what he got. Contemplating his life, and whether it was his life at all.
He didn't know anything about the place he was brought to. Sure, he knew that LA was the city of fame and parties, but he didn't know anything about the person that lived in the house he was in.
The man looked like him, he was the same to be exact, and the woman that was looking at him lovingly, looked like his girlfriend Cuddy, but it wasn't them.
House sighed, trying to figure out whether he was still.. who he was and how the whole thing that he had been brought to impacted his life.
Just as he rose to his feet, he remembered he'd seen an office somewhere in the hallway, and a laptop in it.
Maybe he could google the whole thing. Yeah, that sounded very useful.
However, it also sent a chill down her spine.
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