First fic! Please don't judge me too harshly! But feel free to tell me if I did any disastrously wrong or anything like that… The song is Closing Time by Semisonic by the way…

Summary: House is drunk! –gasp- what will we do? House/Cuddy

Disclaimer: House isn't mine. The computer I wrote this on isn't mine. I didn't even buy my House DVD's; they were a gift.

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Dr. Gregory House sat on his usual barstool, in his usual bar. One of his hands loosely cupped the glass of whiskey he had been staring at for the last twenty minutes, while the other idly fingered his cane. Wilson had been with him for a while, but after an hour of House's ranting about some injustice Cuddy had done (giving him extra clinic hours for bribing a surgeon), decided to leave him in his drunken state.

Closing time - time for you to go out, go out into the world.
Closing time - turn the lights up over every boy and every girl.
Closing time - one last call for alcohol, so finish your whiskey or beer.
Closing time - you don't have to go home but you can't stay here.

When House finally looked away from the glass, he took a decisive swig, downing all that was left. As his eyes unfocusedly looked for the bartender, planning to yell at him to call a cab, he heard the telltale rustle of clothing as someone sat next to him. House scowled incredulously; he had his 'I'm a gruff, angry man, stay away from me' expression on at full blast, who in their right mind would sit near him?

I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home...

The face he was confronted with when he turned was one of the last and first he wanted to see; Cuddy's. She was still in her work getup, she must have come straight from the hospital; it was late, but it was nothing out of the ordinary for Cuddy to stay there until the wee small hours of the night. She was staring at him with that sympathetic, disappointed look he hated so much. "What'r you doin' 'er?" House slurred, his brows furrowing.

Closing time - time for you to go back to the places you will be from.
Closing time - this room won't be open 'til your brothers or you sisters come.
So gather up your jackets, and move it to the exits - I hope you have found a friend.
Closing time - every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.

Cuddy let out an aggrieved sigh, her eyes darting over his gruff, intoxicated person. "Wilson called, he was worried about you." She admitted as he gazed back at her unblinkingly, "I'm here to get you home." At this House's scowl deepened, but he didn't protest as she pulled him up by the arm, letting him lean on her as he stumbled out the door. He must be more drunk then he thought…

Yeah, I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home...

The car ride to House's apartment was a silent one; House was too drunk to make coherent sentences, Cuddy was too mentally exhausted to try to get through to him. When she stopped in front of his apartment building, he didn't move to get out. She turned to see why, then glared at the back of his head; he was half asleep with his face pressed against window.

Closing time - time for you to go back to the places you will be from...

She turned off the engine and sighed for what seemed like the tenth million time that night. She got out and walked around the car to open House's door, when she did, she had to catch him to stop him from falling out. Groaning, she lifted him up, also grabbing his forgotten cane, and supporting him as they walked to his door. Thankfully, his door was unlocked, so she didn't need to ask him to find his key, when he probably couldn't.

I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home...

Somehow Cuddy managed to get House to his couch, because she didn't think she could make it to his bedroom. She sat him down on it, looking around with her hands on her hips; the place was a mess as always. Her eyes flickered back to House when he lay down across the sofa. Her expression softening against her will when she saw him so pathetically staring back at her. "Why'd you do it?" he asked, almost too softly to hear. "Do what?" Cuddy asked, tilting her head to one side.

"Why'd you help me? Why would you help someone you hate?" House asked only a little more loudly then before, already falling asleep, and all the alcohol he consumed earlier making him careless.

Closing time - every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end...

Curly smiled gently, leaning down and brushing some hair out of his eyes, tenderly kissing his forehead. "You help people you care about." She answered, knowing he was probably already asleep, and wouldn't remember tomorrow.