Cuddy was busy taking the meatloaf out of the forno when she heard the ever familar thudding of a cane against her front door. Sighing to herself she walked to the door.
"You are early," she said with a scowl.
"You sound disappointed. Usually you're complaining because I'm late," he said walking into her living room and sitting in her recliner.
"I still have to make a vegetable and the arroz has another ten minutes..."
"Wow. You really put alot into a jantar you were blackmailed into having. Interesting."
"Well, I might as well make the best of an annoying situation. I wanted mais than take out tonight," she said as she went back into the kitchen. House slowly followed after her.
"What did you tell private dick?"
"I told him I was having jantar with a friend tonight," she said pouring herself a glass of ginger ale. She then pulled out a glass for him.
"Not a complete lie, but not a complete truth. Isn't it a little early to be lying to him?" he said as he took his glass of soda from her.
"Let's watch t.v. for a while," she said with a roll of her eyes.
"Purposely deflecting my question. Interesting."
"I'm not deflecting I just don't think my relationship is your business. Just as your encounters with ladies of the night are none of my business," she said with a smirk as she flipped the t.v. on to an old episode of Will and Grace.
"This is what you turn it to? You have to be kidding me," he said leaning into the sofá cushions.
"Oh, you don't like? All the mais reason to watch then."
"A lonely Jewish girl in a codependent relationship with a gay man who she used to be madly in amor with, yeah why wouldn't I want to watch that. I'm sensing you like it because it mirrors one of your past boy toys. He was a little too caring, sympathetic, and interested in your hopes and dreams. You loved it until you found him in cama with your hairdresser, Miguel."
"You wish my life was that easy to figure out. After all these years you still see me as an enigma," she said with a triumphant smile.
"I have all the important parts of the puzzle that I need to tie in the rest."
"Oh, really? Do tell," she said leaning into the pillows.
"You amor what you do but you still wish you were in the trenches figuring out the medical mysteries that I come across every week. You want people to look at you as a formidable opponent and a woman of great esteem, but you are much mais fragile than you'll ever let on. You want to believe that you'll get the whole package one day, husband, kids, and hold on to your career with ease, but as you approach middle age you know the great dream will continue to allude you. You overcompensate with tight skirts and obscenely low cut tops that my 'ladies of the night,' would envy you for. You pretend that you have everything under control, which you don't because if you did then I wouldn't be sitting here with my feet propped on your coffee mesa, tabela awaiting a início cooked meal."
She watched him lounge with ease as he drank his soda. She could see his eyes smiling with that certain arrogance she had grown accustomed to. He was very pleased with himself.
"Bravo! I wonder how many times you rehearsed that little speech? You are way too obsessed with me and my life. This breadth of detail doesn't show insight into me instead it reveals how you can't stop thinking of me," she said with her own arrogant grin.
"Oh, here we go. I'm head over heels in amor with you and that is why I notice all your annoying habits, flaws, and no geral, global motivations. I can't just be an analytical genius that likes to screw with people and my boss being the number one person on that list."
"Exactly."
He rolled his eyes at her quick response. He then watched as she started back into the kitchen. He saw her take out some Frozen - Uma Aventura Congelante peas and place them in a pot of water.
"I hate peas," he said with a groan.
"I like them," she yelled over her shoulder.
"Next time make corn."
"There's not going to be a seguinte time."
"So you say."
"So I know."
He continued to watch her from the corner of his eye as she stirred the rice.
"Is it nearly ready?"
"A few mais minutes," she said as she made her way back to the sofa.
"Want to play truth or dare?" he said with a wink.
"No way. seguinte you'll be talking about strip poker. Just watch the t.v." she said as she was about to grab the remote but he took it before she had a chance.
"General Hospital is about to come on Soap Net."
"House! Give me my remote!" she said reaching for it.
"You got to watch your little sitcom now it's my turn."
"No turns. My house. My remote. My choice of shows to watch," she yelled as she reached further across him to get the remote. He hid the remote under his sofá cushion.
"Now get it."
"Uggh. You are such a teenage boy sometimes."
"I know you like my antics. You wouldn't have played prank war with me a few months atrás if you didn't."
Smiling she shook her head.
"Sometimes it's fun. But I mostly want to strangle you when you do some of your little stunts."
"Please. Without my little stunts your life would be a complete bore."
"But less stressful and much easier."
"Easy. Nothing of worth in this life is ever meant to be easy. That's why you're settling isn't it?"
"God, I'm not talking about Paul."
"Look, he's good at what he does. I'll give him that. He's was good company when Wilson wasn't around but he's too simple and manageable for you to actually want a long term relationsip with."
"He's not simple. He wanted to be a writer and the dream never materialized. He became a private eye because he still wanted to understand people better. He's learned how important it is to forgive and not to expect perfection. He's..."
"An idiot."
"Why? Why do you think that?"
"Because he thinks that believing in less makes him wise. Believing in nothing would be wiser."
"It's good to have faith in people, House."
"But this isn't about faith. He wants to tell you what you want to hear so that you overlook his boring personality. Honestly, do you look at him and see your future husband?"
"It's too early for that kind of talk. We've only been dating a short while."
"Bullshit answer."
"Whatever."
"That's your retort."
"Just watch your damn soap opera," she said as she stalked back into the kitchen. She began setting the table. House began watching her again.
"Wilson thinks I miss your cooking," he yelled from the sofa. He saw the tension release from her shoulders as she put the plates down. He noticed a slight smile form on her face.
"You've improved since college."
"Is that a compliment I hear?"
"Is jantar finally ready," he asked evading her question.
"Yes."
He walked into the cozinha and sat at the one end of the mesa, tabela as she sat at the other.
"I mean anything is an improvement on burnt lasagena and undercooked sausage," he said as he took a bite of meatloaf.
"I never made lasagena before. I was learning. Anyway, you still have no idea how to cook anything. Mr. PB and J is a balanced meal."
"I like sopa too."
"I rest my case."
"So, what do you cook private dick?"
"No."
"Not a yes or no question."
"No mais prying into my relationship. I've already given too much away."
"Are you gonna offer me any liquor? I mean the soda was great but I am a big boy now, Mommy."
"I've got some rum."
"Not my favorito but it will do."
Cuddy got up and went to the cabinet pulling out a bottle of Puerto Rican Rum. She poured him a glass and then decided to pour herself one.
"Here," she said handing him the glass.
"Good. You're gonna cadastrar-se me," he said noticing her glass.
"I could use a drink after all this annoying conversation."
"We should make out," he said abruptly as he watched her finish her drink in one gulp.
"Only in your dreams, House."
"I'm being completely serious with you. We need to see once and for all if there's a spark."
"No we don't."
"You don't want to kiss me?"
"I don't even want to talk about this any more," she said as she ate some of her rice.
"I want to kiss you."
She looked up to see him watching her very intently. She searched his eyes for any hint of a joke but found none. He was sincere.
"Stop."
He got up and slowly walked toward her and stood beside her chair.
"Stop? You'll have to be specific. Stop talking. Stop looking at you. Stop..."
"Don't even think about it,"she said standing up seguinte to him.
"Think about what? This?"
Before she could respond he placed a soft kiss against her lips. She responded slowly, surprised por his action.
He pulled slowly from her watching her eyes. She was deifnitely surprised. For all his innuendo and empty challenges he finally kissed her. She never thought he would ever actually do it.
"There was a spark," he said as he looked down at his hands. He suddenly felt very exposed.
"House, I..."
His beeper started to go off at that moment.
"Damn," he said as he read the message.
"You have to go."
"Patient is in cardiac arrest. The drugs aren't working. We missed something..."
He looked at her feeling as if it was the first time he ever saw her. The blush to her cheeks was all his doing. She was just as nervous and vulnerable as he was.
"You better go."
"Yeah."
He started for the door when she yelled at him,
"I'll save you some left overs. I know you'll be hunrgy once you solve the case."
"If I solve it."
She smiled that knowing smile of hers.
"You will."
"You are early," she said with a scowl.
"You sound disappointed. Usually you're complaining because I'm late," he said walking into her living room and sitting in her recliner.
"I still have to make a vegetable and the arroz has another ten minutes..."
"Wow. You really put alot into a jantar you were blackmailed into having. Interesting."
"Well, I might as well make the best of an annoying situation. I wanted mais than take out tonight," she said as she went back into the kitchen. House slowly followed after her.
"What did you tell private dick?"
"I told him I was having jantar with a friend tonight," she said pouring herself a glass of ginger ale. She then pulled out a glass for him.
"Not a complete lie, but not a complete truth. Isn't it a little early to be lying to him?" he said as he took his glass of soda from her.
"Let's watch t.v. for a while," she said with a roll of her eyes.
"Purposely deflecting my question. Interesting."
"I'm not deflecting I just don't think my relationship is your business. Just as your encounters with ladies of the night are none of my business," she said with a smirk as she flipped the t.v. on to an old episode of Will and Grace.
"This is what you turn it to? You have to be kidding me," he said leaning into the sofá cushions.
"Oh, you don't like? All the mais reason to watch then."
"A lonely Jewish girl in a codependent relationship with a gay man who she used to be madly in amor with, yeah why wouldn't I want to watch that. I'm sensing you like it because it mirrors one of your past boy toys. He was a little too caring, sympathetic, and interested in your hopes and dreams. You loved it until you found him in cama with your hairdresser, Miguel."
"You wish my life was that easy to figure out. After all these years you still see me as an enigma," she said with a triumphant smile.
"I have all the important parts of the puzzle that I need to tie in the rest."
"Oh, really? Do tell," she said leaning into the pillows.
"You amor what you do but you still wish you were in the trenches figuring out the medical mysteries that I come across every week. You want people to look at you as a formidable opponent and a woman of great esteem, but you are much mais fragile than you'll ever let on. You want to believe that you'll get the whole package one day, husband, kids, and hold on to your career with ease, but as you approach middle age you know the great dream will continue to allude you. You overcompensate with tight skirts and obscenely low cut tops that my 'ladies of the night,' would envy you for. You pretend that you have everything under control, which you don't because if you did then I wouldn't be sitting here with my feet propped on your coffee mesa, tabela awaiting a início cooked meal."
She watched him lounge with ease as he drank his soda. She could see his eyes smiling with that certain arrogance she had grown accustomed to. He was very pleased with himself.
"Bravo! I wonder how many times you rehearsed that little speech? You are way too obsessed with me and my life. This breadth of detail doesn't show insight into me instead it reveals how you can't stop thinking of me," she said with her own arrogant grin.
"Oh, here we go. I'm head over heels in amor with you and that is why I notice all your annoying habits, flaws, and no geral, global motivations. I can't just be an analytical genius that likes to screw with people and my boss being the number one person on that list."
"Exactly."
He rolled his eyes at her quick response. He then watched as she started back into the kitchen. He saw her take out some Frozen - Uma Aventura Congelante peas and place them in a pot of water.
"I hate peas," he said with a groan.
"I like them," she yelled over her shoulder.
"Next time make corn."
"There's not going to be a seguinte time."
"So you say."
"So I know."
He continued to watch her from the corner of his eye as she stirred the rice.
"Is it nearly ready?"
"A few mais minutes," she said as she made her way back to the sofa.
"Want to play truth or dare?" he said with a wink.
"No way. seguinte you'll be talking about strip poker. Just watch the t.v." she said as she was about to grab the remote but he took it before she had a chance.
"General Hospital is about to come on Soap Net."
"House! Give me my remote!" she said reaching for it.
"You got to watch your little sitcom now it's my turn."
"No turns. My house. My remote. My choice of shows to watch," she yelled as she reached further across him to get the remote. He hid the remote under his sofá cushion.
"Now get it."
"Uggh. You are such a teenage boy sometimes."
"I know you like my antics. You wouldn't have played prank war with me a few months atrás if you didn't."
Smiling she shook her head.
"Sometimes it's fun. But I mostly want to strangle you when you do some of your little stunts."
"Please. Without my little stunts your life would be a complete bore."
"But less stressful and much easier."
"Easy. Nothing of worth in this life is ever meant to be easy. That's why you're settling isn't it?"
"God, I'm not talking about Paul."
"Look, he's good at what he does. I'll give him that. He's was good company when Wilson wasn't around but he's too simple and manageable for you to actually want a long term relationsip with."
"He's not simple. He wanted to be a writer and the dream never materialized. He became a private eye because he still wanted to understand people better. He's learned how important it is to forgive and not to expect perfection. He's..."
"An idiot."
"Why? Why do you think that?"
"Because he thinks that believing in less makes him wise. Believing in nothing would be wiser."
"It's good to have faith in people, House."
"But this isn't about faith. He wants to tell you what you want to hear so that you overlook his boring personality. Honestly, do you look at him and see your future husband?"
"It's too early for that kind of talk. We've only been dating a short while."
"Bullshit answer."
"Whatever."
"That's your retort."
"Just watch your damn soap opera," she said as she stalked back into the kitchen. She began setting the table. House began watching her again.
"Wilson thinks I miss your cooking," he yelled from the sofa. He saw the tension release from her shoulders as she put the plates down. He noticed a slight smile form on her face.
"You've improved since college."
"Is that a compliment I hear?"
"Is jantar finally ready," he asked evading her question.
"Yes."
He walked into the cozinha and sat at the one end of the mesa, tabela as she sat at the other.
"I mean anything is an improvement on burnt lasagena and undercooked sausage," he said as he took a bite of meatloaf.
"I never made lasagena before. I was learning. Anyway, you still have no idea how to cook anything. Mr. PB and J is a balanced meal."
"I like sopa too."
"I rest my case."
"So, what do you cook private dick?"
"No."
"Not a yes or no question."
"No mais prying into my relationship. I've already given too much away."
"Are you gonna offer me any liquor? I mean the soda was great but I am a big boy now, Mommy."
"I've got some rum."
"Not my favorito but it will do."
Cuddy got up and went to the cabinet pulling out a bottle of Puerto Rican Rum. She poured him a glass and then decided to pour herself one.
"Here," she said handing him the glass.
"Good. You're gonna cadastrar-se me," he said noticing her glass.
"I could use a drink after all this annoying conversation."
"We should make out," he said abruptly as he watched her finish her drink in one gulp.
"Only in your dreams, House."
"I'm being completely serious with you. We need to see once and for all if there's a spark."
"No we don't."
"You don't want to kiss me?"
"I don't even want to talk about this any more," she said as she ate some of her rice.
"I want to kiss you."
She looked up to see him watching her very intently. She searched his eyes for any hint of a joke but found none. He was sincere.
"Stop."
He got up and slowly walked toward her and stood beside her chair.
"Stop? You'll have to be specific. Stop talking. Stop looking at you. Stop..."
"Don't even think about it,"she said standing up seguinte to him.
"Think about what? This?"
Before she could respond he placed a soft kiss against her lips. She responded slowly, surprised por his action.
He pulled slowly from her watching her eyes. She was deifnitely surprised. For all his innuendo and empty challenges he finally kissed her. She never thought he would ever actually do it.
"There was a spark," he said as he looked down at his hands. He suddenly felt very exposed.
"House, I..."
His beeper started to go off at that moment.
"Damn," he said as he read the message.
"You have to go."
"Patient is in cardiac arrest. The drugs aren't working. We missed something..."
He looked at her feeling as if it was the first time he ever saw her. The blush to her cheeks was all his doing. She was just as nervous and vulnerable as he was.
"You better go."
"Yeah."
He started for the door when she yelled at him,
"I'll save you some left overs. I know you'll be hunrgy once you solve the case."
"If I solve it."
She smiled that knowing smile of hers.
"You will."
I'll tell you a little bit about myself first. No offense to hamerons, but i have always been a outright HUDDY fan.So I am obviously bouncing off the walls. When this seaseon starts, I feel like everyone has kind of abandoned House. I mean I get the whole pain in the a$$ thing but still. Wilson is the one that fixes everthing and for him to basically laugh at him when he apologizes is cruel. THe bright light at the end of the tunnel is Cuddy is going to do whatever it takes to make House happy above anyone else.
SO GO CUDDY!
SO GO CUDDY!