Is it really necessary
every single day?
Making me so ordinary
In every possible way

Raindrops were being sent furiously against the fragile windows. The storm had started back in the afternoon. The miserable windows didn’t have escape, they had fought the raindrops fierce but they were stronger. It was a shame how little por little the storm had taken all the strength within the crystal windows. At the end they gave in and crashed with a muffle sound.

Cuddy was awoken por the crash that mixed with the thunders. She walked out of her room, barefoot, feeling the crackling wood. She could feel the warmth liberated por the wood, which warmth turned into blistering cold. She shivered, her sleepy eyes widen at the sensation, she discovered the multiple glasses below her feet.

Surprised she glanced at the broken window. She smiled one of those empty smiles, she was as broken as the window and yet she was standing. She went back to her bedroom with no strength left, all had been taken in the morning when the storm had started. She shook her head to try to get rid of the painful memories.

She cuddled herself within the cozy blankets. The raindrops had tired her eyes, they had also swollen her cheeks. She laid her head in the travesseiro and closed her eyes. This poor broken window had fought enough for today.

This ordinary mind is broken
You did it and you don’t even know
You’re leaving me with word unspoken
You better come back ‘cause I’m ready for

Earlier that day

The sky broke into tears, it must have suffered a lot that morning or it was anticipating to the events. Cuddy closed her umbrella inside the hospital, she directed herself to her office.
The thunder was invading her ears, letters her eyes. As always she was sitting leitura a file, she didn’t see him coming nor heard him. He opened the door harshly and limped towards her desk.

Cuddy noticed his sight and closed the file. They needed to talk, after his vicodin detox and them sleeping together they hadn’t said a word. She stood up and he stopped two foot in front of her desk.

“It’s raining.” He said softly, evading her eyes. He didn’t look hurt, he wasn’t sad, he wasn’t suffering or if he was he wasn’t showing it.

“I know.” Cuddy said trying to hold his gaze but he continued evading her eyes. He was aware of what he was going to do. He couldn’t look at her eyes because it will make him change his mind and he had taken a decision.

They stood silent. Cuddy walked around her escrivaninha, mesa and stopped right in front of him.

“What do you have to say besides the weather report?” She folded her arms across her chest. Silence was abruptly broken por lighting that made the office windows to tremble. They both stared at the window. House thought this was the perfect moment to let it out.

“Whore.” His tone dry and severe. She opened her mouth in amazement.

“What?” She stammered. He dared to look at her eyes and repeat the word.

“You slept with me because you felt guilt. So does that give me permission to fuck you every time my leg hurts? “His words were slowly kicking her hopes. She hadn’t expected for him to change but she had hoped that he would…

She was an idiot, House will always be House and she had to accept that. But this was mais than what she could take. She swept the tear that was about to fall.

“Bastard you were the one that asked for my help.” She tried to attack back but he was poisonous, he knew how to manipulate their conversations so that they went the way he wanted. He was going to win.

“You were the one who begged for more.” He couldn’t be doing this, he just couldn’t. Cuddy didn’t want to cry in front of him but she couldn’t stop a tear from running down her cheeks. His words shouldn’t hurt so much, it should have meant nothing but it had, at least for her. Why did she feel that? How stupid could she be? She needed him to say he cared. She had been friends with him for years, he couldn’t had just come up with this. This had to be a lie. So she tested him.

“I don’t believe you. I know you care, you’re just pushing me away because you can’t be happy. You’re afraid of it.”

This was so hard for him, he knew he will regret saying this. But it was better for her and for him. She wouldn’t be happy with him and he knew he was a God but not for that kind of Goddess.

“You should, I’m not afraid of happiness I’m just not happy with you, I’m not pushing you away ‘cause you were never near and so bad you care because I don’t.” He took a last glance at her noticing her painful expression. He walked out wondering if what he had just heard was a thunder or her cry.

More than this
Whatever it is
Baby I hate days like this
Caught in a trap
I can’t go back
Baby I hate days like this

Silence, silence everywhere but his mind. The lightning and thunders weren’t compared to how loud his thoughts were. He had really screwed up this time, he could still hear her sobs.

He hated when it rained, he felt powerful. He was teased por the storm to be stronger than it and he usually won. He will always destroy mais than the rain could. The rain didn’t have his words, it just had the pure strength and rain was not rancorous. Rain was just rain.

He wasn’t happy with what he had done but he could have poked mais but he didn’t dare to. He knew that in a few days their relationship will be back to same Boss/Employee one. But did he really want that?

He took his cane and put his jaqueta on. He was going to fight a storm he had begun.

When it and rains
And it rains
When it rains and rains
And it rains

She was almost asleep when she heard a knock. She passed through the broken glass and opened the door. He saw him there, he was soaking.

“What do you want?” She said blocking his entrance. He have never learned how to apologize he wasn’t going to give it a shot now. He saw her puffy eyes and her swollen cheeks, he had hurt her really bad.

“Would you let me in?” She opened the door and he entered, he noticed the shiny crystals over the floor. They stood a few foot away from each other, he started.

“I do care.” He said softly, the words trying their best to be listened, she crossed her arms around her chest.

“You’re an ass. Why do you always do the same? You like to destroy me and then you just think that with and I do care it will erase everything I went through today? Well it’s too late you accomplished it I don’t care anymore. I can’t care anymore. I’m not sorry. Lock the door when you live.” She walked to her room, he stood there numb watching the broken person he had left.
He slammed the door and left, her cries were shut por the thunder and his tears where hidden por rain.

More than this
Baby I hate days like this

A/N: The song is called Rain por Mika and well I don't own anything. I jsut thought thsi fitted well the situation they were through. I don't know if I should continue