Here's my first published fanfic! Short and Sweet =] I own nothing, the characters are David Shore's/Katie Jacobs'/Foxs'. Thanks for reading XD
''One hundred and nine, one hundred and ten, one hun-''
''Hey.''
House tore his eyes away from the brickwork and glimpsed over to the doorway.
''-dred and eleven. Hey.''
''How're you doing?'' She asked, resting her shoulder against the doorframe.
''Okay thanks, bored out of my mind.'' he emphasised, shouting in the direction of the Mayfield staff in his room,
''But I'm okay, how's everything?''
''Quiet.'' She smiled.
He didn't know whether she meant that was a good or a bad thing.
''I packed my case.'' He gestured to the end of his bed, finally sitting up and pulling his leg over the edge with him.
''All set then, let's go.''
The drive back to House's apartment was silent, Cuddy was too tired after a day at the Hospital to make banter with House and for once in his life House had nothing he wanted to talk about. No current medical case to quiz her with due to not being able to work for weeks, no juicy office gossip also due to not being at work and no personal insults due to being the exemplar for personal problems in the last few months. He would just be easy competition in a insults contest and so he resigned himself to silence until he could build up a wall again.
He just wanted to get back to 'normal', whatever normal was.
''So you feel ready for work now?'' Cuddy enquired, breaking the deafening silence for the first time in the journey.
''Yup, I'm fine.''
''Good'', was all she could offer.
Walking into his apartment House felt relief; it was good to finally be home especially with the absence of voices and hallucinations. He limped straight towards the kitchen and stopped short of the fridge.
''I've no food.'' He realised. He limped back into the lounge and rummaged through a draw pulling out a Chinese take-out menu, the one he and Wilson always use.
''Take out?'' He asked, walking back towards the sofa.
''I'm staying?'' Cuddy raised an eyebrow.
''You don't have to.'' He snapped, picking up the phone and punching in the number, noticing her sit over on his piano stool.
''Hi, can I have a chow mien please, yeah.''
Cuddy glanced over at him, ''Make that two, House''.
''Uh, two actually, thanks.''
He set the receiver down and switched on the TV.
''My cable has gone!?'' He sat forward and stared at the screen exasperatedly.
''You were gone a while, you know, it isn't free.'' Cuddy interjected.
''Pfffft.'' He sighed and flopped back against the sofa.
''I'm bored.'' He groaned, dragging himself off of the sofa and towards his bedroom.
Cuddy looked puzzled, so what, he was just going to sleep and let her sit here staring at the walls waiting for Chinese takeout to arrive?
She began to gather her coat and purse when he hobbled back down the hallway with an arm full of DVD's.
''Don't worry these ones aren't the porn.'' He grinned, dropping them onto the coffee table.