House met up with Wilson one afternoon in Mayfield. He was still wearing a hospital gown and was seated on a rock under a tree while looking at the ground and was playing with the nearby weed. Wilson was standing, his back facing his friend, and was watching some psych patient roam around in another ground across them.
House: She cried in front of me…
Wilson sighed and faced his friend who eventually met his stare but was still playing with the weed.
Wilson: She was scared…
House: I already told you not to bring her back here…
Wilson: I can’t be with her 24 hours a day. I do have my practice, you know. And besides, she cares about you…
House: That’s the point.
Wilson tilted his head and House knew his friend didn’t get what he meant.
House: <In a humble and whispery way> I don’t want her caring for me…
He looked down and got a new weed to tear down as Wilson looked at him.
Wilson: We can’t tell someone what to feel, House. Not even ----
House: <sighed> I hallucinated Cuddy…
Wilson was stunned and speechless with his friend’s declaration. House looked up to him, tilted his head and looked down again.
Wilson: Seriously?
House: Do I look I’m kidding? ------ <sighed> She helped me detox, she stayed with me the whole night and we ended up having sex by next day before work…
Wilson: Huh… That explains your emotional excitement Pitt was talking about… Since the one you had “sex” with and the one who cares about you is the same person, you get all excited each time you hear her name…
House stood up and walked to stand leaning on the tree behind him. He placed one foot on the trunk and tried avoid eye contact with his friend as silence took over them.
Wilson: So… what are you going to do?
House: Nothing…
Wilson: What do you mean ----
House finally looked at his friend.
House: I don’t know what to do!
Wilson: <chuckled> Gregory House who knows everything doesn’t know what to do about something…
House: I can’t make her happy! --- In my hallucination, I’ve been trying to pull her closer to me, but she was the one running away.
Wilson: And you figured during your two month coma that it’s mostly likely to happen in real life?
House: Not mostly likely… That will certainly happen in real life…
Wilson: How’d you know? Have you tried? <House looked away again> You just don’t want to try because you’re afraid that your hallucinations might come true. That Cuddy, the only person you cling to aside from me, might really and totally walk away from you and there’s no way to bring her back…
House rolled her eyes and began walking away from Wilson and it’s interesting to see that he wasn’t limping. He’s totally pain free but he knows the pain will come back maybe not today, not tomorrow, but it will.
Wilson: You really don’t want to try after calling Cuddy by her name? <House stopped and looked at him>
House: I nearly tried that’s why I called her by her name but I decided to turn back and forget it…
Wilson sighed as House began walking back to the building.
That afternoon, House was running on a treadmill with Pitt and a patient, the one he hit before he was put into coma, watching him. Sweats run from his head and thoughts about Cuddy beat up like his rapid heart rate.
Pitt: You really don’t want to try?
Patient: What are you going to try?
House: <Looked at the patient> Shut up… You’re not part of this… ---- I don’t want to try…
Pitt: Who knows, maybe it’s worth it?
House: Is there a new meaning of “don’t” that you don’t understand? ---- She’s better off without me…
Patient: Ah, I see, you’re talking about the woman who would visit you often. By the way, I like her bod and her ass too!
House: You want me to hit you again?
Pitt: See, you’re reacting to what Daniel had said because Lisa meant something to you. You don’t want other men to step on your territory.
House stopped and turned the treadmill off. He went down and wiped his sweats as the two looked at him.
Patient (Daniel): Cool down man! You really went down to hit me?
House: If you won’t shut up, I really will. <He got his water bottle and drink before placing it back to the bench>
Pitt: You need someone to be there for you…
Daniel: <Raising one eyebrow> In sickness and in health…
House: She’s not my nanny…
Pitt: She doesn’t care if she is… And I know, you don’t care if you are her nanny… ---- House, just give this feeling a chance to take over you or else we’ll be seeing each other again in no less than a year…
Daniel: <Looked at Pitt> You missed out one option. Or else Daniel will be hittin’ on her…
House looked at him again and grabbed his towel and water bottle and began to walk away again but stopped in midway before turning back to Pitt and Daniel.
House: It’s more pleasing to see you again than see what happens right after the “chance” and “feeling” you’re talking about…
Pitt sighed as House totally turned his back and walked out of the therapy room.
House: She cried in front of me…
Wilson sighed and faced his friend who eventually met his stare but was still playing with the weed.
Wilson: She was scared…
House: I already told you not to bring her back here…
Wilson: I can’t be with her 24 hours a day. I do have my practice, you know. And besides, she cares about you…
House: That’s the point.
Wilson tilted his head and House knew his friend didn’t get what he meant.
House: <In a humble and whispery way> I don’t want her caring for me…
He looked down and got a new weed to tear down as Wilson looked at him.
Wilson: We can’t tell someone what to feel, House. Not even ----
House: <sighed> I hallucinated Cuddy…
Wilson was stunned and speechless with his friend’s declaration. House looked up to him, tilted his head and looked down again.
Wilson: Seriously?
House: Do I look I’m kidding? ------ <sighed> She helped me detox, she stayed with me the whole night and we ended up having sex by next day before work…
Wilson: Huh… That explains your emotional excitement Pitt was talking about… Since the one you had “sex” with and the one who cares about you is the same person, you get all excited each time you hear her name…
House stood up and walked to stand leaning on the tree behind him. He placed one foot on the trunk and tried avoid eye contact with his friend as silence took over them.
Wilson: So… what are you going to do?
House: Nothing…
Wilson: What do you mean ----
House finally looked at his friend.
House: I don’t know what to do!
Wilson: <chuckled> Gregory House who knows everything doesn’t know what to do about something…
House: I can’t make her happy! --- In my hallucination, I’ve been trying to pull her closer to me, but she was the one running away.
Wilson: And you figured during your two month coma that it’s mostly likely to happen in real life?
House: Not mostly likely… That will certainly happen in real life…
Wilson: How’d you know? Have you tried? <House looked away again> You just don’t want to try because you’re afraid that your hallucinations might come true. That Cuddy, the only person you cling to aside from me, might really and totally walk away from you and there’s no way to bring her back…
House rolled her eyes and began walking away from Wilson and it’s interesting to see that he wasn’t limping. He’s totally pain free but he knows the pain will come back maybe not today, not tomorrow, but it will.
Wilson: You really don’t want to try after calling Cuddy by her name? <House stopped and looked at him>
House: I nearly tried that’s why I called her by her name but I decided to turn back and forget it…
Wilson sighed as House began walking back to the building.
That afternoon, House was running on a treadmill with Pitt and a patient, the one he hit before he was put into coma, watching him. Sweats run from his head and thoughts about Cuddy beat up like his rapid heart rate.
Pitt: You really don’t want to try?
Patient: What are you going to try?
House: <Looked at the patient> Shut up… You’re not part of this… ---- I don’t want to try…
Pitt: Who knows, maybe it’s worth it?
House: Is there a new meaning of “don’t” that you don’t understand? ---- She’s better off without me…
Patient: Ah, I see, you’re talking about the woman who would visit you often. By the way, I like her bod and her ass too!
House: You want me to hit you again?
Pitt: See, you’re reacting to what Daniel had said because Lisa meant something to you. You don’t want other men to step on your territory.
House stopped and turned the treadmill off. He went down and wiped his sweats as the two looked at him.
Patient (Daniel): Cool down man! You really went down to hit me?
House: If you won’t shut up, I really will. <He got his water bottle and drink before placing it back to the bench>
Pitt: You need someone to be there for you…
Daniel: <Raising one eyebrow> In sickness and in health…
House: She’s not my nanny…
Pitt: She doesn’t care if she is… And I know, you don’t care if you are her nanny… ---- House, just give this feeling a chance to take over you or else we’ll be seeing each other again in no less than a year…
Daniel: <Looked at Pitt> You missed out one option. Or else Daniel will be hittin’ on her…
House looked at him again and grabbed his towel and water bottle and began to walk away again but stopped in midway before turning back to Pitt and Daniel.
House: It’s more pleasing to see you again than see what happens right after the “chance” and “feeling” you’re talking about…
Pitt sighed as House totally turned his back and walked out of the therapy room.
she missed him.....she couldn't live without him...she missed his eyes, his smile, and him holding onto her and never letting go.....but he was gone...forever.
she whispered to herself: "i wish you were here....to touch my hand and beg for me back...i look in the mirror and see your face....i have terrible nightmares about you....i want to live, i want to breathe, your taking over me. i'll always believe in you...i'll give up everything just to find you. have you forgotten all i know, and all we've had? if i changed.....i knew you'd love me then....hopefully you wont take over me before i go insane.."
she whispered to herself: "i wish you were here....to touch my hand and beg for me back...i look in the mirror and see your face....i have terrible nightmares about you....i want to live, i want to breathe, your taking over me. i'll always believe in you...i'll give up everything just to find you. have you forgotten all i know, and all we've had? if i changed.....i knew you'd love me then....hopefully you wont take over me before i go insane.."
Okay, hi, my name is obviously Lena. I have been writting a fanfic for two years now. It is a House fanfic, but it is very depressing and people die. Lot's of people. Also since we don't have lot of background stories on some of the characters I made some up that are probably really far off, but interesting and they serve to make a point. In the beginning the characters are a lot younger. Cuddy is 18. I know, no one could ever be a dean at 18, but the story covers a span of 33 years so I had to make them young. If you would like me to publish it please comment. Thank you. =)
