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Post by indiansfan01 on Jan 27, 2009 6:11:13 GMT -7
Wilson, not surprisingly, felt sorry for Cuddy. But this hadn't been his idea at all, so the only person she could blame when she found out the truth (whenever that would be) was House. He kept his eyes focused on the wall. He couldn't look at Cuddy. If he looked at her distraught face any longer, he just might blow the whole thing right then and there, and Wilson knew that House wouldn't like that.
As soon as Cuddy was out his door, Wilson removed his arm from House's waist and laid down on the couch. "I...I can't believe I kissed you," he commented, staring up at the ceiling. He was surprised that he had been able to go through with it. He didn't think he had it in him.
One important question, though, was lingering in his head. "How long are we going to keep this up?" Wilson asked, shifting his gaze over from the ceiling to House.
Wilson, for some reason he couldn't explain, hoped that House would say something along the lines of, 'For a long time.' He didn't know where those feelings were coming from. All he knew was that he'd be lying if he said that he didn't enjoy that kiss at least a little bit.
Why did they have to have such a twisted friendship? Wilson hated himself for feeling that way. Cuddy loved House more than Wilson ever could, and yet here he was, laying down on his couch in his office, hoping that this scheme of theirs would last for a long time...and maybe even hoping that he'd get more out of this than he bargained for.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 27, 2009 20:39:26 GMT -7
"Way to go, Wilson. You're a real man now, breaking boundaries," House said, but he wasn't really into it. His mind was still on Cuddy. What was this strange sensation in his chest? Could it be? Did he actually feel... guilty?
"It'll last as long as it needs to," House looked at Wilson sprawled on the couch. He smirked. His thoughts turned dark, remembering the look on Cuddy's face. So... that didn't exactly go as planned.
He didn't really expect that twice in one morning. Maybe he should avoid Cuddy for oh, the next two weeks. Then she'll start her period again and the frost around her heart will melt and he'd be the poor cute little emotional cripple and she'll want to hug him and cuddle him and- yeah, no he didn't want to be within an eyeshot of that.
What to do?
House turned from staring at Wilson thoughtfully, and he leaned-on-his-cane-walked to the door. Opening it, he let out a squawk of surprise when he realized that Cuddy had literally stopped and curled up against the door. Hissing, he bent down, "Cuddy, look, I know I'm the last person you want to see right now, but you're the Dean of this hospital. At least have your freak out in the privacy of Wilson's office."
House sighed. "I think you misunderstood me." There had been misunderstandings all around, but since he was usually petty and a callous jerk, he wasn't supposed to care. Yet... It was hard for him, to be a nice guy. He wasn't that guy; he'd never be that guy.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Jan 27, 2009 21:04:59 GMT -7
Something wasn't right. Cuddy distinctly remembered leaving Wilson's office in hysterics, curling up in the hallway, and ignoring everyone that had passed by and given her odd looks. Now, she was leaned back against something that was not a door. In fact, it rather felt like a shoe...attached to a leg. And she had stopped crying. She expected that the surprise of having the door disappear from behind her had something to do with that.
Cuddy scrambled forward a bit and turned around when she realized that it was House's leg that had taken the place of the door.
"Who's freaking out?" she denied quickly, hastily clearing the tearstains on her face. "And what was there to misunderstand?" She was sure she'd got the picture. He didn't want her. He had never wanted her. All those comments about her low-cut tops...the illicit remarks about her endowments...everything had meant absolutely nothing. She'd begun to suspect it the moment she'd entered the office, and he'd practically confirmed it just before she'd left. 'But, that's not what he said,' the part of her brain that could still function logically said. Figuring that it probably wasn't a good idea to stay on the floor, Cuddy stood up quickly.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Jan 27, 2009 21:14:21 GMT -7
"It'll last as long as it needs to."
Wilson couldn't figure out if that was a good or bad thing. Only time would tell. He sat up on the couch to make sure everything was okay when he heard House squawk. He let out a small sigh when he saw it was just Cuddy on the floor.
Things were getting out of hand quickly, Wilson thought. But he wouldn't say anything about their deceit unless House said something first. As much as it hurt him to see Cuddy like that, he couldn't say anything. You could say that he valued his friendship with House more than his friendship with Cuddy.
Wilson sat there on his couch, the silent spectator to the scene unfolding before him. Either Cuddy was going to leave or come into his office...He hoped the former, as mean as that was.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 27, 2009 23:04:30 GMT -7
"If you want to play it that way," House shrugged as though he could care less that she had been in a bunch on the floor bawling a few seconds earlier. He could allow her her pride. "There's no one freaking out here."
He wasn't going to let Cuddy blame him or jeopardize her good standing with the hospital and the board. Cuddy was a leader, an administrator. But most of all, she was House's leash. She was the only one who could appear to control him, when he went all out on a puzzling case, wanting to solve it, thrilling in the challenge of it.
He wasn't sure how Cuddy had misunderstood his words, but he could elaborate on what he had said, explain what he had meant. "I said that I lied. I lied about being allergic to excessive caring." This was a lot of honesty coming from House. He felt like he was being put through the wringer. "It may be that the truth is... I like being," the word was dragged out of House's mouth, kicking and screaming, "cared for."
He wondered about Wilson's about face. Wilson had summoned Cuddy up here after all. Now it was like the other man could hardly bear to look at her at all. Funny how circumstances can change. That one little kiss could change everyone's perception.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Jan 28, 2009 11:08:07 GMT -7
Cuddy looked down and to the side, only half listening as House threw aside her denial. Why did he care, anyway? He didn’t have to care about her…not when he had Wilson to fall back on. God, this was complicated. She couldn’t keep breaking down like this. She had to stop letting House and Wilson see her looking pathetic. Regardless of the current condition her heart was in, she had to be strong. Cuddy glanced up again as House started to explain.
“I….” she started, wanting to say so much, but the words were caught in her throat. Was he blind? Couldn’t he see that she cared for him? “I care for you!” she wanted to scream. “I care for your well-being, I care about how you feel….” Her mouth remained open, frozen on that first syllable. “I want to share your pain.” As hard as she tried, she couldn’t force out those words. Not one of them wanted to be heard. As much as she wanted to take back what she had said, she couldn’t. As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t tell House the truth. “I love you.” It was too late for that. She’d missed her chance. She’d missed every chance she’d had. And there would never be another one.
“I have to go,” she said instead, that being all that would come out. “There are patients who need me,” she added, the last part, more than I need this, remained unspoken. Turning abruptly, she squared her shoulders and stalked back to the elevators, not once looking back.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Jan 28, 2009 13:36:49 GMT -7
Wilson remained a silent spectator the whole time. He didn't want to interfere with something that he couldn't fix. When Cuddy left, he stood up and walked over to House. "Are you sure you still want to do this?" he asked. "Even a blind man could see how much she cares about you. I don't want to see what it is the two of you have ruined because of this."
Wilson wasn't sure what he meant by that. He didn't know what House and Cuddy had going on. The whole situation was rather complicated and convoluted. Wilson knew that he'd have to eventually talk to Cuddy on his own and try to find out exactly what was going on in her mind.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 29, 2009 14:57:57 GMT -7
House shot a guarded look at Wilson that spoke of his neutrality and tentative testing of the waters. He was speaking just as he met Wilson's eyes, "Cuddy and I... is a pipe dream. Never happen." Maybe. He'd be lying if a relationship between the two would work, or if it did, that it would be easy. They had so much water under their bridge, House was constantly surprised the bridge hadn't flooded and washed out by now.
House couldn't get it together enough to make anyone happy. He didn't have a lot of what people would call 'the good' in the relationship. Taking the good with the bad and making it work. With House it was the bad, the leg and the brick wall. House couldn't make that leap. Every time he came close, something would make him step back and realize what a moron he was being. He couldn't put Cuddy through that. He could barely make it through, let alone Cuddy and Wilson.
They were a trinity of friendship. Together they could make things happen. Save the world. They just couldn't save each other. They couldn't save themselves. House knew that was bleak, and over-dramatic. Some days he was no Superman. Or Batman. Hell, he wasn't even Robin. Some days, he just didn't believe in his own propaganda. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed.
"Nothing to do but carry on with the charade. The show must go on."
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Post by indiansfan01 on Jan 29, 2009 16:36:28 GMT -7
Wilson shook his head. "I don't believe that. You two could be so happy together." And Wilson wanted House to be happy. House clearly wasn't happy being alone. Maybe once House got tired of this little charade, Wilson could play matchmaker between House and Cuddy. That was a thought to keep in mind for the future.
There was nothing Wilson could do now, though. House wanted to continue this little game of theirs. He nodded. "Fine. It's your call...But I think you're making a big mistake." He doubted House would give that statement much weight, even though it was coming from his best friend.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 29, 2009 22:31:29 GMT -7
House shrugged fatalistically. He wasn't sure if he could ever be happy. His life was mostly just pain and misery now. Sometimes he managed bright spots by pulling tricks and betting gambles. Wilson was some one that he could lean on every now and then. These moments of weaknesses went unremarked upon, which was just the way House liked it.
It was his call. He had instigated this. He would take the blame for anything that went wrong. Any mistake that occurred would be his to make. "My mistake to make," House said, though in his opinion, he wasn't making a mistake. Cuddy had made her feelings so very clear.
"Listen, Wilson..." House trailed off. He shook his head, sitting down on the couch. He sighed. Everything was so convoluted. He usually didn't participate in these things. These messy relationship things. That was Chase and Cameron and Wilson and Cutthroat Bitch and Cuddy. His limit was Stacy and he never thought he'd get so entangled again. He realized that he was really flinging Wilson around this time. He wasn't sure if Wilson would make it out intact.
"Never mind," House sighed.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Jan 30, 2009 5:27:41 GMT -7
House had been close to opening up to something Wilson knew. He just didn't know what, and he didn't want to press his friend. He sat down on the couch next to him and leaned back. Why does life have to be so complicated? he asked himself, looking up at the ceiling. Or, better yet, why can't House be like a normal best friend?
Those questions were both unanswerable. No point pondering something you couldn't answer. Wilson glanced over at House and asked, "When do we collect the money?" He was trying to lighten the mood because God sure knew that it had to be lightened after what House had gone through with Cuddy.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 30, 2009 14:20:23 GMT -7
House smirked cheerfully, "soon as rumour spreads. My guy will call your guy. You'll get your twenty percent." House said with a straight face. He idly picked at a loose thread on Wilson's couch.
"So what are you doing for lunch?" He asked casually, noting, "we could hit the cafeteria. Your treat." House's face was full of guile no matter how he tried to keep it straight. "Like I said, I'm bored. You just have to entertain me. I don't have a case. Or ducklings. Cuddy reassigned them all."
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Post by indiansfan01 on Jan 30, 2009 17:13:15 GMT -7
Was House trying to test him or did he honestly think that Wilson wouldn't catch that number? "Forty percent." Some things cost money, and pretending to be the gay lover of your best friend was one of those things.
"Are you asking me out on a date, Gregory House?" Wilson joked. "I'd love to go out to lunch with you." Entertain House. That was a tall order. Maybe he could accidentally page Angel later. Nah. Wilson had had enough drama for one day.
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