Author's Note: Short. Mean. Sweet. What you see is what you get. We're going to take a trip back in time. (: It's not worth it. Just read.
"No! You don't understand, House. Don't say you do, because you don't." Cuddy cried, "you try to always make everything about you, and we're all tired of it. It's House this, House that!"
"If you would have stayed for one moment to hear me out, let me explain-"
"You don't get to explain, not when you're back on Vicodin, nobody can trust your judgment for anything." She paced back and forth in a vastly pace. It seemed as if she were a ghost that was needed for a release in a relationship domed to hell. "Until you're off the Vicodin, you're excluded from working with your team, being around Rachel and I, as well as banning your from the hospital grounds."
"You are such an insane, conniving, bitch.! You know that?" And even as she rolled her eyes, he didn't care. "You never wanted this to begin with, or you would have went public instead of hiding in the closet from Wilson!"
"Oh, so now we're back to that? Seriously? You were the one who made him stay outside the door, outside of the loop, and made him worry that you were back on drugs again." Cuddy felt like reaching out and slapping him across the face. "Now I see why he was!"
"You forced me to do something that I didn't want to do - or - that I couldn't handle sober," he dropped his head and lowered his voice. "I thought you were dying."
"We've established that already."
Author's Note: That's it. It's just a scene, just a dance around each other. I found this on my computer, couldn't really remember where I was going w/ it, so here you go. You get a tidbit on what may have happened.