A short note: If you’re a huddy fan and you hate Lucas, stop reading NOW! Seriously, stop.
Now for the 3 people left, enjoy! Because until the writers of House explain Cuddy’s final fate, I’m gonna consider this fic canon :)
Lucas immediately recognizes the phone number, even tough he erased it almost a year ago, he knows its Lisa Cuddy’s number.
Don’t answer it, don’t answer. A voice in his head tells him.
- Hello? – Lucas finally answers.
- Lucas…Hi – Cuddy’s voice sounds sad – I didn’t wake you up. Did I? –
The P.I. look at his watch, its just 15 minutes past ten – No, not at all…What’s going on? –
- Well…I need a favor –
Lucas feels like he is in an old film noir, when the ex girlfriend calls the detective asking for a favor, usually involving the mob and missing money. But this is not a movie.
- What can I do for you? –
- Can you came and pick me up? – Cuddy’s voice went from sad to delicate, like she is about to break over the phone – I’m at my mother’s. Do you remember the address? –
- I’ll be right there –
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Lucas parks his car in front of the house, almost immediately Cuddy gets out meeting him, saving him the trouble of ringing. Cuddy is carrying Rachel.
- Thanks for coming –
- No problem –
They get in the car.
- Should I drive you home? –
- My home is not quite habitable right now – Cuddy says – A hotel, I guess –
Lucas starts driving. For a couple of blocks they are quiet.
- What happened to your car? –
- What? – Cuddy is distracted - Oh! No, nothing wrong with my car I’m too shaky to drive, but I don’t wanna deal with my family, Wilson or a cab driver –
- And you think of me? –
- I…I think of you because I…well…I remember you telling me that as a P.I. you help people…with their privacy, like checking into a hotel with a fake name –
- It’s not really that hard, all you need is cash –
- Like I said, I’m feeling shaky I feel…- Cuddy sighs – Just help me, please? –
- Yeah, sure. I’m here –
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After checking in, Cuddy asks Lucas to come up to her room to talk. The hotel suite has a big bed, a chair and a little sofa. Cuddy lays down Rachel on the bed, the toddler is sleeping profoundly.
The investigator feels awkward, he wants to leave, but his curiosity wins, that; and the look on her face. Lucas recalls a song “…with that sad, sad look that you wear so well…”
He can’t remember the rest of the lyrics.
- Lisa, what happened? –
Cuddy sits down on the bed, Lucas takes the chair.
- It’s a long story –
- I have time –
Cuddy tells him the whole story, about her failed romance with House from the beginning to the car through her window. Lucas listens carefully and part of him wants to jump around and tell her “Ha! I told you so!” the other part wants to hold her and tell her she’ll be fine.
He’s about to say something, but Cuddy talks again.
- I’m sick of myself, I’m tired of my job, I hate my relationship with my mom, and it’s my fault. I feel like I’m going on circles, making the same dumb mistakes –
Cuddy continues – And House walked away, he didn’t even look back. He just left, and Wilson spent two hours justifying him. And now I want…I want to runaway, I just want to leave this place and never look back –
- C’mon Lisa – Lucas says with a light mood – You’re in shock, shaky like you said. Your life is not that bad. You have your daughter –
- I think she is the only positive right now – Cuddy caresses her daughter. – I want to get away from here. You help people to do that –
Cuddy looks directly a Lucas
- Yeah, I do – The P.I. says – But usually are people in trouble with the law and willing to do something illegal –
- I don’t want change my name or anything, I want to leave as soon as possible. If I stay, it will take to long to arrange things, I’ll get cold feet. I need to change my life around –
- I understand, I’ve been there– Lucas stands up – Sleep on it – he says – Get some sleep, have a big breakfast tomorrow, take a shower, play with you daughter and if you still want to leave as soon as possible; call me again –
- Thanks, good night – Cuddy smiles
- Good night – he leaves the hotel room.
To be continued…
A review is much appreciate
Thanks for reading.
I know, I can't let go!
And yes, english is not my first language
Now for the 3 people left, enjoy! Because until the writers of House explain Cuddy’s final fate, I’m gonna consider this fic canon :)
Lucas immediately recognizes the phone number, even tough he erased it almost a year ago, he knows its Lisa Cuddy’s number.
Don’t answer it, don’t answer. A voice in his head tells him.
- Hello? – Lucas finally answers.
- Lucas…Hi – Cuddy’s voice sounds sad – I didn’t wake you up. Did I? –
The P.I. look at his watch, its just 15 minutes past ten – No, not at all…What’s going on? –
- Well…I need a favor –
Lucas feels like he is in an old film noir, when the ex girlfriend calls the detective asking for a favor, usually involving the mob and missing money. But this is not a movie.
- What can I do for you? –
- Can you came and pick me up? – Cuddy’s voice went from sad to delicate, like she is about to break over the phone – I’m at my mother’s. Do you remember the address? –
- I’ll be right there –
_________________________________________________
Lucas parks his car in front of the house, almost immediately Cuddy gets out meeting him, saving him the trouble of ringing. Cuddy is carrying Rachel.
- Thanks for coming –
- No problem –
They get in the car.
- Should I drive you home? –
- My home is not quite habitable right now – Cuddy says – A hotel, I guess –
Lucas starts driving. For a couple of blocks they are quiet.
- What happened to your car? –
- What? – Cuddy is distracted - Oh! No, nothing wrong with my car I’m too shaky to drive, but I don’t wanna deal with my family, Wilson or a cab driver –
- And you think of me? –
- I…I think of you because I…well…I remember you telling me that as a P.I. you help people…with their privacy, like checking into a hotel with a fake name –
- It’s not really that hard, all you need is cash –
- Like I said, I’m feeling shaky I feel…- Cuddy sighs – Just help me, please? –
- Yeah, sure. I’m here –
__________________________________________________
After checking in, Cuddy asks Lucas to come up to her room to talk. The hotel suite has a big bed, a chair and a little sofa. Cuddy lays down Rachel on the bed, the toddler is sleeping profoundly.
The investigator feels awkward, he wants to leave, but his curiosity wins, that; and the look on her face. Lucas recalls a song “…with that sad, sad look that you wear so well…”
He can’t remember the rest of the lyrics.
- Lisa, what happened? –
Cuddy sits down on the bed, Lucas takes the chair.
- It’s a long story –
- I have time –
Cuddy tells him the whole story, about her failed romance with House from the beginning to the car through her window. Lucas listens carefully and part of him wants to jump around and tell her “Ha! I told you so!” the other part wants to hold her and tell her she’ll be fine.
He’s about to say something, but Cuddy talks again.
- I’m sick of myself, I’m tired of my job, I hate my relationship with my mom, and it’s my fault. I feel like I’m going on circles, making the same dumb mistakes –
Cuddy continues – And House walked away, he didn’t even look back. He just left, and Wilson spent two hours justifying him. And now I want…I want to runaway, I just want to leave this place and never look back –
- C’mon Lisa – Lucas says with a light mood – You’re in shock, shaky like you said. Your life is not that bad. You have your daughter –
- I think she is the only positive right now – Cuddy caresses her daughter. – I want to get away from here. You help people to do that –
Cuddy looks directly a Lucas
- Yeah, I do – The P.I. says – But usually are people in trouble with the law and willing to do something illegal –
- I don’t want change my name or anything, I want to leave as soon as possible. If I stay, it will take to long to arrange things, I’ll get cold feet. I need to change my life around –
- I understand, I’ve been there– Lucas stands up – Sleep on it – he says – Get some sleep, have a big breakfast tomorrow, take a shower, play with you daughter and if you still want to leave as soon as possible; call me again –
- Thanks, good night – Cuddy smiles
- Good night – he leaves the hotel room.
To be continued…
A review is much appreciate
Thanks for reading.
I know, I can't let go!
And yes, english is not my first language