Authors notes/ disclaimers/spoilers/etc. - Spoiler for Insensitive. I don't own House unless the Penguin's open a sushi shop across the street from the polar bear sushi shop and have a turf war... so not too damn likely.

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Blue Roses

By Isabel Juno

He didn't know what he could say. He didn't know what he had to offer. He didn't feel that he was worth her time, but nonetheless he wanted her to love him as much as he loved her. When she'd gone on that date and outright asked him if he liked her he'd had no clue what to say. He desperately wanted to scream "Yes, Yes, dear God yes!" He'd wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her. What he'd done was to proffer a third and only vaguely true option that didn't hold true for her.

He loved her and that was all there was to it. He was too scared to tell her and now that had screwed him over. The case was done and Hannah was talking to her mother. He watched through the glass as he walked past. He wanted to ask for a bit of her spinal nerve but that was too much to ask of her. Wilson sighed and shook his head, completely unable to figure out what his best friend was thinking. House walked aimlessly around in the snowstorm and wondered what he should do.

He found himself standing on a bridge gazing at the couples skating on the ice below and found himself longing to be among them with Cuddy, just skating around languidly. House took a deep breath. He had an idea. His lips curled into a little happy smirk as he contemplated it. He set off on his new mission as fast as his limp would allow.

She had fallen asleep thinking about House continuously barging in on her and her date the night before. She wondered if it was true that she was more focused and more confident when she talked to him. It was true she enjoyed her banters with House perhaps a bit too much but, then again, House was an excellent debater. Cuddy heard her doorbell chime cheerily, beckoning her to greet her visitor. She sighed and pulled on her soft purple robe and shuffled irritably to the door. She opened it to greet a bright snowy wonderland that was rather lacking in a visitor. She glanced around and caught sight of a single blue rose lying in the snow on her doorstep. It had a small envelope propped up against it. Her curiosity peaked, she picked up the rose and envelope and after taking a quick look around to try and spy who'd left them she retreated into her house. She put the rose into a pink stained see through glass vase and studied the envelope. It was a plain tan colored envelope. She opened it and found a small card with an embossed front that said "For someone special" she turned to the back and it read "A blue rose is unique and unlike any other and that's why it's perfect for you." It was unsigned. She smiled and wondered who her secret admirer was, knowing only that he was a sweet sensitive guy that she wished would've signed his name.

Later that day House stuck his head into Cuddy's office irritably, needing approval for yet another risky test on his newest patient. He noticed the blue rose in its swirled pink vase. He grinned inwardly. She looked up at him.

"What do you want House?"

"Just need you to sign this." He limped up to her desk and handed her the file. She frowned as she read through it.

"Try a wide spectrum anti-biotic before you jump to the super powered one that might annihilate his liver." House looked annoyed.

"Do I have to?" He whined. She gave him her "don't fuck with me" look and he smirked at her. "Fine, but when it doesn't work I'm gonna blame you."

"Works for me." He didn't leave. She glanced up at him pointedly. "Did you need something besides a good look down my shirt?" He grinned.

"Oh, I got that last night, very nice by the way. No, I was just noticing the flower. Did what's-his-face, Bert, give it to you?"

"Don and no, I'm not sure who it's from, but whoever he is he's really sweet." House resisted the urge to burst out laughing, if only she knew.

"What's so amusing?" Cuddy asked, suddenly looking self conscious at House's little smirk. House pretended to be serious and shook his head.

"Nothing, just wondering if you're mystery guy might actually be a woman. That'd be a nasty little shock wouldn't it?" She glared at House with a look that said "get the hell out." He turned to leave, feeling rather elated and then a question hit him.

"Why'd you bring it to work?" She looked at him.

"Two things, one, I brought it because if and when I get distracted from paperwork, it'll be nicer to look at the flower instead of some random spot on the wall. Two, how did you know I brought it to work?" House felt a panicky little voice rise up as it screamed "SHIT SHIT SHIT!" He had given himself away. Now he needed to cover his tracks.

"I just guessed. The vase hasn't been in here before ya know." He breathed an inward sigh of relief. She seemed sated. He slipped out while she stared aimlessly at the rose. He felt like jumping for joy. This was close enough to telling her how he felt. Close enough for now at any rate. He decided to go torment Wilson. It was close to lunch time.

Cuddy looked up to ask House another question only to find that he'd left already. She wondered how he could be silent with that cane. She didn't buy his excuse; he'd seemed to be floundering for it. He knew who gave her the beautiful and unique rose. She toyed with the idea that it was House himself, but that seemed to be too much to hope for. She sighed and pushed the idea to the back of her mind as she turned to her paperwork. The brilliantly blue rose and its vase caught the light and cast a strange shadow of seemingly intertwined stems.

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