A/N: This is set after 'The Itch.' Implied spoilers up to episode 7. Cuddy's stream of consiousness as she comes to terms with losing Joy, the Kiss and her feelings for House. House isn't mine, I'm just borrowing the characters - I'll give them straight back. This is unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.
Rain. Swirling torrents of it. Tears. Painted tracks left on softened cheeks. Cold. It's infectious, all of the warmth ebbing away until all that is left is an exterior of perfect ice. Beautiful too look at, but too delicate to touch. However, it was a truth that would never be admitted to. False strength and truest determination would see to that.
Heels on concrete, the feet inside numbed from the weather. The scarf got pulled a little tighter and the coat a little closer as the rhythmic footfalls suddenly had a purpose and direction, no longer just aimless wondering around the streets of New Jersey.
Eyes stung from the sharp pin pricks of rain that hit skin and stung; mixing effortlessly with tears that still coursed down cheeks. It was impossible to tell they were tears though.
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Cell phone was off, pager was off. No contact; silence, solitude. All that was ever wished for. That was another lie, wasn't it?
Thoughts; here, gone, silent, loud, happiness, anger, fulfilment, disappointment, him, her, them.
Logic and order were impossible. Drowning in the chaos, suffocation, needing air. Needing to breathe!
Arriving in front of the door. A shaky knock. Breathing fast, shallow, erratic. Why so hard to breathe?
It became clear as the door opened. Another set of eyes met the ones part of the body needing air. Breathing stopping. Starting. Stopping. Starting.
Intense gazes. Neither could breathe. Not alone. Tears; stopped. Fallacies replaced, blinding truths uncovered. All in a second.
Electricity, spark, fire, want. Comfort, trust, love, need.
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Time had abandoned this place, it had no reason to be here, its passing wasn't evident anyway, until …
Understanding, agreement … movement.
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Lips colliding, kiss ensuing. Another one. Another bite, a bigger itch. Harder to scratch.
Parting … looks held.
B r e a t h e.
Deep breaths; rising, falling, rising.
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He understood how delicate she was, he was just as fragile. Warmth came back to them both, flooding through their veins. It was impossible yet it was happening. Clinging to each other, arms wrapped around backs and necks. Eyes closed. Neither wanted to open them again in case it faded into black and they woke up sweating from a dream they both wished was real.
On a planet hurtling around the sun at a million miles an hour, the smallest moments are the most important.
For Greg and Lisa, it was finding the person that they could cling on to, no matter how long the Earth was turning for. That was their most important moment.
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