Hey everyone, this is my first stab at a House fanfiction. It's also the only fanfiction I've written that I'm remotely proud of(of course other people will probably hate it, so that's not saying much). Anyway, please read and review, it will be much appreciated!
"Doctor Cuddy!" Exclaimed Gregory House as his boss sauntered into the break room.
"Wasn't that the same outfit you had on yesterday?" Lisa Cuddy glared at the other doctor but instead of replying, slapped all four of the black folders she had been carrying when she walked in, onto the long table situated in front of a white board with various obscenities written on it, many of them being nicknames for House's three employees who were sitting at the table pouring over what looked to be a rather intense game of scrabble.
"I was at the hospital all night." She said irritably.
"Ooh, sex in the office, you naughty girl"
"For your information, I was visiting a friend." On this declaration, the four of them turned to look at her, but before anyone could get a word in, she spoke again,
"Since all you four have been doing for the past 5 hours is sit here betting on who can come up with the longest word, I have assigned you all to clinic duty. House, exam room one, Chase, room two, Cameron, three, and Foreman, four" The entire room groaned in unison at the prospect of dealing with a bunch of sniveling whiny children paired with equally irritating parents. Cuddy gave them all a severe look, but they paid no attention to her with the exception of House who made a sarcastic face at her as they all grabbed their corresponding folders.
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"Miss Warner?" Robert Chase closed the door behind him in exam room two and turned around to face a thirty something woman leaning awkwardly on the exam table, her foot held out at an interestingly odd angle. She smiled weakly and stared at him with a set of soft hazel brown eyes.
"Sarah"
"Alright then, Sarah, I'm Dr. Chase. Why are you here?" His Australian lilt softened the words into a smooth sentence. Sarah paused for a moment, then began to speak, a modest grin creeping upon her face.
"Well it's a bit embarrassing but I was riding my bike, right? To work. And I wasn't really paying attention and then I turned my head for a split second and next thing you know I'm riding straight into a signpost and I can't walk very well because I think I may have broken my rib as well and my foot."
"Ouch, that must hurt" Said Chase sympathetically. Sarah smiled again, this time her eyes sparkling with humor. Chase took another look at her chart, before setting it down on the exam table and bending down to take a look at her foot.
"Ok, we're going to need to do an X-ray. I'm going to get you to put on one of these gowns though" He passed her one of the customary hospital gowns and she gave another one of her glittering smiles.
"I uh, don't think that in my current condition I'm going to be able to get into this thing on my own. You think you could help?" Her expression was completely innocent and besides, Chase had noted the stunning engagement ring on her left had and equally as beautiful wedding ring on her right when he had walked in, so he nodded his head and proceeded to help her remove her shoe.
He paused as he tied up the back of her gown, examining her wrists that had large purple bruises on the inside of them. He had noticed several other markings on her body moments before.
"Where, um, where did you get all of these bruises?" he asked cautiously. She paused for only a split second before laughing slightly and answering,
"Oh that. I went paint balling for my birthday last week and between me not being able to hold a gun whatsoever and the fact that I bruise quite easily, not to mention that I'm terrible at running away from people with guns...you know. I guess I accumulated a fair amount of bruises." Chase, not completely satisfied with this answer nevertheless accepted it and finished tying up her gown.
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Dr. Wilson knocked hesitantly on Dr. Cuddy's office door. She got up and, after smoothing any wrinkles out of her skirt, opened the door to let in the oncologist. She bit her lip as he walked in and he, noticing her look gave a comforting, yet somewhat tragic, smile. Her expression asked him what her voice could not, and he answered as best he could.
"It's malignant. There isn't much we can do. She's going to have undergo chemo regularly but other than that..." He broke off for fear that he was sounding insensitive, "Lisa, I'm so sorry. Your sister, she doesn't deserve any of this. She's a lovely woman-" He didn't get a chance to finish the sentence before he noticed the expression of complete sorrow adorning Cuddy's face, her eyes welling up with tears. Wilson took a step closer and pulled Cuddy towards him, encircling her in an embrace. Sh wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed quietly into his chest. After several long moments, when her sobs had subsided, he reached up to cup her face in his hands.
"Hey" he whispered gently. Cuddy could feel his breath flutter across her face as he spoke,
"It's going to be ok" She took a moment before nodding her reluctant acceptance as he rubbed a tear away from her cheek with the tip of his thumb. Their eyes locked instantly, the set of brown gazing intensely into the set of blue. On a mixture of pure instinct and lust, Wilson brought his face down to Cuddy's in tiny uneven movements. Their eyes closed, sheltering them from the inevitable. At first, their lips touched only slightly, generating a pulse of energy between the two, reminiscent of the way a butterfly's wings caressed the palm of your hand, tickling your flesh and sending shivers up your spine. They paused only slightly like this, before Cuddy let out a tiny whimper and pulled Wilson closer to her as their lips merged completely, pain and tears mingling. Their passion for each other was unsheathed as each put forth an extreme intensity to the connection, until something in Cuddy seemed to awaken and she gasped and pulled away, clapping a hand to her mouth, her eyes still glistening with tears.
"Oh god" she whispered, her breath uneven and ragged "I oh...I...You're married. Oh god."
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"The thing is, I don't believe that she got those bruises from paint balling and I don't, for one second think that she broke three ribs plus fractured several bones in her foot from crashing into a sign post." All three of House's 'ducklings', for lack of a better word, were situated on barstools at a bar that was conveniently located five minutes away from the hospital, however instead of loading up on alcohol they had all ordered soft drinks which would give them nothing more than a good caffeine buzz. Cameron, who was sitting beside Chase, turned to look at him, sympathy and curiosity glowing in her eyes,
"What do you think happened?" she asked concernedly. He thought about it for a moment, then took a sip of his root beer before answering,
"I think someone did it to her. Her husband more specifically" Foreman, who was sitting beside Cameron cocked his head to the side,
"Did she say something to you about her husband?"
"No, but she has the most incredible engagement ring with the biggest diamond I have ever seen not to mention that her wedding ring looks like it were made out of real gold" Cameron frowned,
"And you think because she has a rich husband he also beats her?"
"No, that's not what I mean. Quite." Impatiently, Chase struggled to find an explanation.
"Ok, the rings tell us that they're probably rich. I'm guessing it's the husband that brought the money into the marriage, because she doesn't seem the type to have walked around getting whatever she wanted all her life. She's quite young and very pretty, so I'm guessing he's older but not by too much and he married her purely for her looks. She doesn't love him, maybe she wants out of the marriage. So, maybe, he beats her when he doesn't get what he want because he's not used to it"
"And you got all of that from her rings?" Foreman grinned and shook his head. Chase, still lost in thought, shrugged.
The three of them sat in silence for a few seconds, digesting all of this information. Chase shifted closer to Cameron as a man dressed completely in black sat himself down next to the doctor. It was after he had done this that Chase felt a painful jab in his back. He turned around to face the man sitting next to him who was holding the object that had been pushed into the small of Chase's back. It had a striking resemblance to a gun.
Well, that's all for now, hope you liked it!