Cuddy and House
HUDDY gets found out by the team; when they get caught in a compromised position while making out in PPH.
House sneaks into Cuddy’s office and leaves a little note in her desk; signed with a funny euphemism. No one knows anything about their relationship except for Wilson; who only knows about the infamous kiss.
(Cuddy walks into her office early in the morning and puts her briefcase on her desk, before opening her desk drawer to find the note from House.)
Clinic at 12. Room 3. Patient with the obviously large metaphor.
(Cuddy smiles and puts it in her pocket. Wilson walks in.)
Wilson: You ok?
Cuddy: Yeah, why?
(Cuddy sits down; and Wilson sits down opposite her.)
Wilson: Did you speak with House?
(Cuddy looked uncomfortably at Wilson.)
Cuddy: Yeah, we decided to forget about it—it was a stupid mistake.
(Wilson look relieved and nodded his head before leaving.)
(Cuddy smiled to herself with love in her eyes.)
House had just arrived into his office and found Wilson sitting there; he hesitated for a moment before he sat in his chair.
Wilson: How’d she take it?
House: Like all the ladies take it.
(Wilson gave House a look and then left.)
House sat there with an exciting smile on his face.
House had found a patient worth saving; and his team were on the case, it was nearly 12 and so abruptly left the differential to go and attend to Cuddy.
Thirteen:…Maybe it’s a PFO?
Taub: It could so easily be Lupus.
They all looked at House for the answer, but he had just left.
(Foreman and Thirteen looked at each other puzzled.)
(House cunningly snuck into clinic room 3; thinking he was on a secret mission—looking out for spies on every corner.)
(Cuddy arrived at the clinic and looked for the usual culprits; Wilson, Foreman. Then she joined House in clinic room 3.)
Cuddy: We can’t sneak around like this.
House: Come on. It’s the best fun you’ve ever had.
Cuddy: So. What did you want?
House: That kiss.
(Cuddy sat down on the table while House stood in the corner.)
Cuddy: I thought we finished talking about it.
House: Actions speak louder than words.
(Cuddy stood up, and prepared to walk out. But House used his cane to stop her, and walked towards the door.)
Cuddy: House. We can’t.
House: You won’t let yourself be happy Cuddy; I can’t see you carry on that way.
Cuddy: I lost my inhibitions that night because of alcohol.
House: So what you’re saying is--bring more alcohol next time.
(Cuddy laughed quietly, before looking into House’s eyes.)
House: Can you honestly tell me—right now. That it didn’t bring back memories. And I don’t mean just any memories; I mean hot, steamy ‘O-M-G’ memories.
(Cuddy smiled and then opened the door and left.)
Later on in the day, around 5pm Cuddy thought about House and weighed up the pros and cons before coming to the conclusion that she was stupid not to do anything.
So, she left for the 5th floor janitors closet—the place were House dumps all of his paperwork. She waited for him there.
House put his leather jacket on and picked up a bunch of papers from the previous patients; leaving his rucksack on his desk.
He made his way to the janitors closet and turned the light on to find cuddy sitting on top of the small set of drawers.
House: What are you doing here?
(House looked confused; he didn’t see this coming.)
Cuddy: You were right—again.
(House turned the light off.)
Meanwhile Foreman and Thirteen were looking for House to update him on the news of his new patient; when they couldn’t find him, they went to Wilson, who searched with them. Eventually Wilson called House. A ring tone came blaring out of nowhere-Wilson looked around and tracked it down to the janitor’s closet.
(Thirteen opened the door and turned the light on, they all stood there speechless to find House and Cuddy making out on the broken copier.)
(Cuddy was obviously uncomfortable about the whole situation, trying to hide behind House.)
House looked at them all; with an annoyed face.
House: Can’t you see I’m busy doing something important?
(House closed the door on their faces.)
(Cuddy giggled, and turned the light off again.)