We Could Try...
Summary: A short story about House and Cuddy's relationship. Only a few chapters. Rated M for later chapters. (sexy time)
Pairing/s: House/Cuddy
Warning: Sexy sexy sex sex
Disclaimer: I don't own House, if I did, I wouldn't be writing this on Fanfiction, I'd be making the episode :D
Hey guys, sorry I haven't written anything new in a while but please accept this measly chapter as my apology :D
Gregory House walked through the halls of Princeton Plainsboro Hospital with purpose - or rather, he limped...painfully. Cuddy had taken his Vicodin away again because he'd been found on the floor of his apartment seizing from an overdose. This wasn't the first time this had happened, it was infact the 3rd time this month and this was by far his worst one. He still thought that Cuddy had over reacted.
House was now only allowed 4 Vicodin a day, 2 in the morning when he first arrived and 2 in the evening before he left. He also had to suffer through weekly drug tests and every month his apartment was to be searched for any hidden stashes. It was humiliating torture, and this was only the 4th day of it!
He was on his way to Lisa Cuddy's office for his evening dosage. The walk was killing him; today was particularly bad as he'd been distracted by a rather interesting case, or at least it was until the guy started believe in God, so he was late for his appointment with the motherly nightmare.
House never understood children, never understood why people wanted them or even how they could put up with them, especially when it seems to bring out the worst in people like Cuddy for instance.
He made it to the office and strained to open the door, the detoxing was affecting his whole system and he was significantly weaker than usual. He awkwardly strode up to Cuddy's desk and noted she was making a phone call.
"Nice tit.." began House
Cuddy immediately muttered an apology and a rushed goodbye before hanging up the phone and staring at House with a stern expression.
"...ular role you play" finished House
Cuddy sighed and stood up to move around the desk to House.
She stopped just centimeters away from him causing him to hold his breath for some unknown reason (probably because she stank of baby vomit). He shuddered at the thought. Cuddy noticed this.
"What's the matter now? And what are you doing in my office? You should of left hours ago"
"Well maybe I would have if someone hadn't taken away my Vicodin" retorted house. His voice got higher with every syllable.
"House, don't evade me"
"Cuddy, don't enable me" He mocked.
Cuddy sighed and reached for the vicodin in her desk draw, providing House with an excellent view.
He leant backwards and whistled to emphasize this point. Cuddy ignored him.
She popped out a single pill and offered it to a very confused looking House.
"I'm allowed two"
"I'm not enabling you"
House looked hurt for a second and Cuddy almost felt sorry for him but then she remembered that House didn't have emotions. He'd made that much obvious.
"Open wide, here comes the airplane" she said as she guided the pill to his mouth.
"Don't patronise me" said a confused House as he snatched the painkiller from her hand which he left to fall.
She ignored him and patted him on the back as he turned to leave.
He returned the favour by smacking her on the ass when she turned around.
She drew in a sharp breath and turned around in shock to see that House had already left.
"Good-riddance" she thought as she sat back down to resume the phone call that ended so abruptly.
But why did she feel disappointed?
First Chapter done, hope you enjoyed :D By the way, for those who don't know, someone who is titular has a name but no real authority to go with it.
Chapter 2: Wilson lends a helping hand to get our cannon couple together :D
Until then,
vale,
Thesilentninja01
