Aftermath


After the kiss, from the night before. House wakes up in his cama at around 09:20am and gets ready to arrive late for work, as usual. On his way to the cozinha he sees Cuddy on the sofa sleeping softly with her drink spilt on the coffee table. Her shoes were on the floor seguinte to her. House thought about putting a blanket over her but didn’t. Instead House sat watching her for a bit, before finally waking her up with a loud incoherent noise.

House: Wake-up sleepy head.

Cuddy: Eughh. What time is it?

House: (checks his watch) Uh-oh, seems you are going to be late.

(Cuddy sat up and held her head in her hands; whilst House smiled.)

Cuddy: We didn’t---did we?

House: Oh yeah---amazing night of passion.

(Cuddy looked shocked.)

House: Actually---you just robbed me of my whisky; we did have an amazing kiss though.

(Cuddy looked at the empty bottle of whisky on the mesa, tabela and then stood up and straightened herself up.)

Cuddy: I’m late and hung-over.

House: I’ll drive you home.


House drove Cuddy home, and invited himself in for some coffee.

Cuddy: Your not coming in.

House: I let you stay over; I can do whatever I want now.

(Cuddy gave a look to House, and then let him inside.)

Cuddy: Coffee’s through there, then you can let yourself out.

House: Actually do you mind if I use your bathroom? I think I know where it is.

(Cuddy went into her bedroom and locked the door.)

Meanwhile, House looked around her Home. He found some unpacked boxes of baby accessories and a mahogany berço set-up in the corner with rosa, -de-rosa satin bedding.

House: Oh god.

Cuddy sat on her bed. Then she washed her face and took some aspirin. She took down the congratulation card from her mother on the bedside mesa, tabela and ripped it up.

Cuddy: House.

House: Shouldn’t you get rid of this stuff? Otherwise you’ll be known as the crazy woman from across the street.

(Cuddy stared at it for a second.)

Cuddy: I’ll give it to one of the nurses.

(House walked towards Cuddy and stood seguinte to her.)

Cuddy: You’re leaving now.

House: You’re hung-over, so you can’t drive. So its either you ride with me, or you wallow in self-pity---which we all know you amor to do.

(Cuddy smiled at House.)

Cuddy: Fine. I don’t want you getting any ideas though.

House: Oops. Already have them.

(House gave a playful look.)


The arrived at 11 am Cuddy walked straight past Wilson and into her office. House was walking behind her, and stopped to greet Wilson.

Wilson: Coincidence?

House: Great sex.

House walked towards the elevator leaving Wilson looking puzzled.


Wilson knocked on Cuddy’s door, and let him self in.

Wilson: Are you okay?

Cuddy: Yeah, sure.

Wilson: I’m sorry about yesterday. There’s always another chance-

Cuddy: No, there isn’t. It’s fate—I will never ever have kids. Is it some sort of punishment?

Wilson: You can’t think that way. You saved two people—You did the right thing.

Cuddy looked at Wilson and gave an annoyed smile. She sat down at her desk, and hinted that Wilson should leave.

Wilson: I’m here, to talk to if you need a friend.

Cuddy: I’ve already had that conversation—I just want to do my job.

Wilson turned around to leave with a look of happiness.


House was in his office; his team had already found a case, but had not bothered him about it as of yet.

Wilson walked in with a spring in his step.

Wilson: You had sex with Cuddy.

House: Nope.

Wilson: She’s forgotten about what happened completely, what did you do?

House: Nothing. My alcohol supply on the other hand gave her a lot of help.

Wilson: You got her drunk? And then what—

House: She came to me. Cuddy was—upset and drank too much.

Wilson: And you didn’t do a thing.

House sipped his red coffee mug.

Wilson left, and as he did; house smiled.


It was later in the day; the team had consulted and carried out a differential with House about a patient and found out the problem. House was left mulling over last nights events. He decided to visit Cuddy for a long over due chat.

(House entered Cuddy’s office, and sat down.)

Cuddy: What do you want?

House: to reach segundo base again.

(Cuddy looked up and gave him an ‘as if’ look.)

Cuddy: I was—distressed. I would have made-out with anyone.

House could tell Cuddy was trying to create conflict—she was either embarrassed or scared to what it may lead to. So House decided to play her game.

House: Come-on. Admit it. You like me.

Cuddy: No. I needed you last night; instead I ended up embarrassing myself, and drinking.

House: You enjoyed it. Now you’re scared.

Cuddy kept composição literária in her file. Silently proving House’s theory correct.

Cuddy: The only thing that scares me now is—

House: Is what? Going ‘all the way’ with the hunky doctor?

Cuddy: Being alone.

Cuddy put down her pen and looked at House dead in the eye.

Cuddy: That baby was the one thing I was happy about for the best 18 months, Now all I’m doing is working dia in and dia out—with nothing to look progressivo, para a frente to when I go início at night. I might as well live in PPH.

House looked down and fiddled with his cane.

House: You won’t die alone Cuddy.

Cuddy: Thanks. I’ve got work to get on with.

House: I mean it. Don’t throw the rest of your life down the toilet because you didn’t get what you wanted.

Cuddy looked at House with a soft face and smiled lovingly at him.

Cuddy: Thank you, and thanks for last night.

House smiled.

House: No problem. I think I still have some video clips of your attempts at cantar Queen---.

Cuddy smiled back at him.
House left happy that Cuddy had cheered up, and was re-assured.

End credits.