It was Valentine's day at PPTH. Love was in the air as House entered the lobby...he brushed the invisible love away with his hand. "Good lord! What the hell is that smell? Smells like a whore house." He said. "Only you would know." Cuddy said coming up behind him. "Ahh. So that's how I know when you are coming. All I have to do is search for the smell of a desperate women." House said signing in. Cuddy handed some papers to the nurse behind the desk. "Seriously, what is that smell?" House asked. Cuddy sniffed the air. "I don't smell anything." She said. House looked at her. "That's because you are a women...I think. You like pretty smells, us men like manly smells." House said. Cuddy smiled and walked towards her office still talking as if she knew House was coming with her anyway. "You mean men like the smell of dirty old socks, rotting cheese, and stop me before I get nasty." She said. House sat at her desk while she grabbed a file from her brief case. "No, just not pretty smells." He said. "I smell pretty yet you still seem to drool over me." Cuddy said. House looked up at her. "I do not drool over you." He said defensively. She smiled and laughed. "Why do you think that is funny?" House asked. "You are so stubborn. Why can't you just admit that you have the hots for me?" She said with a hint of sarcasm. House stood and limped over to her. "Why can't you just admit that you have the hots for me?" He asked. "House that shipped sailed long ago. I've moved on to bigger and better things." Cuddy said. "Bigger? Better?" House said looking down at his pants. Cuddy did the same. "Ha! You just looked at my testicles." House said. Cuddy looked up and had an annoyed look. "I looked because you looked." "If I got naked would you get naked?' House asked. Cuddy smirked. "So was that a yes or no on the bigger and better?" House asked. Cuddy looked amused and sat on the edge of her desk. She looked at the desk and then looked up. "By the way. Thankyou for the desk." She said. "Yep. No problamo." House said. "No, it meant alot to me. It really did House. Why this desk though? I mean I love it but I had two desks from med school." Cuddy asked. House smiled. "Because this one is better. Do you remember oh about 20 years ago on Valentine's day in med school?" Cuddy looked lost. "...With me? What we did?" House asked continuing more in depth. Cuddy sighed and smirked. "Oh. Yeah now I remember." She said. She lay down under the desk as did House. They both were looking for something. House pointed at something, as did Cuddy. Their hands touched. "It's still here." Cuddy said turning her head to look at House. He turned his head to look at Cuddy. Their hands still touched the rough engraving of a heart with the words 'Lisa & Greg forever' in it. They moved their hands, still looking into eachother's eyes. "Do you remember what happed after we carved this?" House asked. "Of course. It was my first time." Cuddy said. "Mine too." House said grinning. They paused "What ever happened to us House?" Cuddy whispered. House felt fearless, he felt as if he could say anything he wanted to this women and he didn't know why...he didn't question it. "I don't know." He whispered back. "Love is so complicated." Cuddy said looking back up at the desk. "You loved me?" House asked still looking at her. "Yeah." She said. "You still do?" House asked interested. Cuddy smiled and looked at House. "Why are we still under the desk?" House said before Cuddy could answer. "You don't want to know?" Cuddy asked. They both got up. House opened his mouth to answer but before he could say anything a nurse walked in. “Dr.Cuddy?” The nurse said. “What god damnit?! What could you possibly want?’ Cuddy said annoyed because she was so close to getting House to show his human side once again. She didn’t lie at all during the whole conversation they just had, but she had a plan to what was supposed to happen. The nurse was taken back at Cuddy’s anger. Cuddy saw this. “Uh. Sorry. Sorry. What did you want now?” Cuddy asked. The nurse told her that there was a patient that was giving her a hard time. Cuddy looked at House. “Wait right here. I will be right back.” She said. House nodded. Cuddy fixed the problem and walked back into her office to find House gone. She sighed and said “He’ll be back.”
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House was in his room when his team came in. “She’s got cancer.” 13 said. “You got that from an x-ray of her foot?” House asked. “No, I got that from the mammogram.” She said. “Why did you do a mammogram when you were supposed to be doing an x-ray?” He asked. “I suspected cancer so I did the mammogram.” “Good work.” House said. 13 was surprised. “Now we know what’s wrong with her. Tell her, do what you do, and get her the hell out of here.” House said. The team turned and walked out as Wilson came in. “Hey, a bunch of the nurses said that they saw you and Cuddy under her desk today.” Wilson said. “Yeah. We were looking at something.” “What were you looking at?” Wilson asked. “Nothing.” House just stared off into space. “ I heard your patient has cancer.” He said. “My patient?” Wilson asked confused. “You’re the cancer guy, I’m just the infectious disease guy. We thought she had a disease so I kept her, now we know she has cancer, you have her.” House said. Wilson sighed. “True but I have nothing to treat now that we know she has cancer.” Wilson said. “Ah. Unless that patient would want to have some experimental treatments that are supposed to cure cancer tested on her.” House said smirking. “House what did you do? Did you talk to my patient?” Wilson asked. “I might of.” House smirked again. “How did you know she had cancer?” Wilson asked surprised. “I have my ways of knowing things. Just like I know that at this moment you have to go potty.” Wilson was surprised. “How did you know -?” Wilson was cut off. House simply smiled and got up. “Lunch time.” “It’s 9:00 in the morning House.” Wilson said following House out of his office. “Early lunch time.” House said. And with that he got on the elevator.
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House was in his room when his team came in. “She’s got cancer.” 13 said. “You got that from an x-ray of her foot?” House asked. “No, I got that from the mammogram.” She said. “Why did you do a mammogram when you were supposed to be doing an x-ray?” He asked. “I suspected cancer so I did the mammogram.” “Good work.” House said. 13 was surprised. “Now we know what’s wrong with her. Tell her, do what you do, and get her the hell out of here.” House said. The team turned and walked out as Wilson came in. “Hey, a bunch of the nurses said that they saw you and Cuddy under her desk today.” Wilson said. “Yeah. We were looking at something.” “What were you looking at?” Wilson asked. “Nothing.” House just stared off into space. “ I heard your patient has cancer.” He said. “My patient?” Wilson asked confused. “You’re the cancer guy, I’m just the infectious disease guy. We thought she had a disease so I kept her, now we know she has cancer, you have her.” House said. Wilson sighed. “True but I have nothing to treat now that we know she has cancer.” Wilson said. “Ah. Unless that patient would want to have some experimental treatments that are supposed to cure cancer tested on her.” House said smirking. “House what did you do? Did you talk to my patient?” Wilson asked. “I might of.” House smirked again. “How did you know she had cancer?” Wilson asked surprised. “I have my ways of knowing things. Just like I know that at this moment you have to go potty.” Wilson was surprised. “How did you know -?” Wilson was cut off. House simply smiled and got up. “Lunch time.” “It’s 9:00 in the morning House.” Wilson said following House out of his office. “Early lunch time.” House said. And with that he got on the elevator.
When does Love become something we need, rather than something we want? Love was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Love is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Love is common currency when you are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older you get. Do we not care about the substance of what Love was and not what it has been made into today by commercialisation from American movies and Television commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Love for real, can we comment and judge others who are in Love. Love means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Love is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Love is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.