AUTHOR'S NOTE: OKAY. This is the MOST RANDOM fanfic I've EVER written. :-j I ate so much peanut butter sandwiches and now I feel sick. :-& Hence, the peanut butter sandwich thing. OKAY. :-j Just… comment? :-j
When I get home, I'm going to make myself a nice cup of tea and then I'm going to bed.
Cuddy was driving home from the hospital. She was exhausted. House was chasing her the whole day. He wanted to cut open a corpse even though he knew that the family didn't want their relative to be cut open.
He makes my life miserable. Damn him.
Cuddy parked her car.
Home, sweet, home.
As she opened her door, she noticed something…
Why are the lights on…?
"Peanut Butter sandwich?"
No. No. No. Nooooo. Why the hell is he here?
"House, what are you doing here?"
"I'm
making a peanut butter sandwich."
"Can't you make one in
YOUR place?"
"No. You think I have peanut butter?"
Cuddy finally put her things down.
"House," she said "I'm really tired, so…"
"Peanut
Butter sandwich?"
"House, just get out."
"Fine."
"Fine?"
"Fine. I'm leaving. Eat this sandwich."
House limped out of Cuddy's house.
He just left.
Cuddy thought as she watched her front door close. She decided not to put any more thought into why House just left without even arguing with her.
Cuddy looked at the sandwich House left for her.
Wouldn't hurt if I take a bite. I don't think House is trying to poison me.
So, Cuddy bit the peanut butter sandwich.
I don't think I need tea anymore.
She thought with a smile as she sat down to watch TV.