Faith
Just a little bit of Huddy romance and singing to guide us through these bad Luddy and Huddy-lacking times. Pray for change, and may this fic be the start.
Another day, another fundraiser, thought Cuddy to herself dully as she sat at the table next to Lucas, her 'significant other'. Oh God, she thought. Is this how it's gonna be from now on? I'll have to call him that? She mentally threw up at the thought.
Well, she said to herself, thinking again whilst swirling her class of champagne, watching the liquid do its little dance around the flute. Despite my misery and disgust at this moment in time, I can take comfort in the fact that I look amazing. And she did, she was wearing a skin tight little black dress that looked like it had been sprayed onto her and red shoes, handbag and lipstick to match. She looked stunning, but tasteful.
'You okay honey?' asked Lucas attentively, looking into her eyes.
She mentally swore at the desperate puppy look in his eyes. It didn't seem cute, actually, she'd never thought it was cute. Why am I dating this guy again? She couldn't help but think about the cons of going out with Lucas.
He's annoying.
He's desperate.
He's too nice.
He's...
He's...
He's not House.
That's what it boiled down to. Lucas was not House. He was okay, not much of a catch and not too interesting, but one day he'd make a simple kind of girl happy. But House, House was different. He had charm that Lucas could never hope to have possessed, he had humour that Lucas would never understand and he had a raw sexual magnetism that she couldn't ignore.
DAMMIT!
Realising she hasn't replied to Lucas, she said, 'Yeah I'm okay, just thinking about Rachel. I think she had a bit of a fever when we left her.'
'Oh...' he said quietly.
The awkward silence was followed by Wilson appearing on the stage, looking apprehensive and slightly nervous.
'What the hell is he doing?' asked Cuddy in confusion.
'Ladies and Gentlemen, and Lucas,' said Wilson enthusiastically, receiving a giggle from the audience. 'I present to you, for one night, and one night only, singing only one song because that's all the lazy ass can be bothered to sing, accompanied by his faithful guitar, Cuddles, Gregory House.'
Her mouth open in a massive O at Wilson's introduction and the revelation of who the mystery guest was, Cuddy was in shock. He has a guitar called Cuddles? But that's my nickname....she thought in silence. Lucas' face looked like it had been slapped several times with a soggy fish. Wow, she thought again. What an amazing analogy, I sound like House.
Taking a seat in the centre of the stage, House plugged his guitar into an amplifier and pulled the microphone down to his height.
'I'm not supposed to act like a human. No one expects it of me. They expect me to be a jerk, and so I don't let them down by acting like one. I'm gonna sing a song, right here, right now, for a woman who never got to see that I've changed. She's been snapped up by someone else now. I'm surprised it took this long, because she is the most beautiful and amazing woman you could ever meet,' he said, emotion present in his voice. 'So this is for her.'
Inhaling deeply, he began to sing.
Well I guess it would be nice But I've got to think twice Oh but I 'Cause I gotta have faith... Baby Before this river Yes I've gotta have faith...
If I could touch your body
I know not everybody
Has got a body like you
Before I give my heart away
And I know all the games you play
Because I play them too
Need some time off from that emotion
Time to pick my heart up off the floor
And when that love comes down
Without devotion
Mmm, I gotta have faith
'Cause I gotta have faith, faith,
Mm 'cause I gotta have faith-a-faith-a-faith
I know you're asking me to stay
Sayin' please, please, please, don't go away
You say I'm giving you the blues
Maybe
You mean every word you say
Can't help but think of yesterday
Becomes an ocean
Before you throw my heart back on the floor
Oh baby I reconsider
My foolish notion
Well I need someone to hold me
But I'll wait for something more
Mmm, I gotta have faith
'Cause I gotta have faith, faith, faith,
Mm 'cause I gotta have faith-a-faith-a-faith
The audience applauded loudly at this performance, and Cuddy was on the verge of tears; happy tears.
'Oh way to go House,' said Lucas with sarcasm. 'Lise, you've just became happy for the first time in years, and that jerk can see it. He's out to ruin us honey. He's a jealous, psychotic cripple.'
'Shut up Lucas,' she replied, snapping. 'You don't make me happy.'
Standing up, she broke out into a sprint up to the stage, enveloping House in a passionate embrace, kissing him with everything she was.
Breathless, she said, 'Pass me the mic, I have an idea.'
He handed over the mic to her in confusion. Moving closer to him, she whispered the name of a song into his ear.
'Just play the chorus,' she said.
Smirking evilly and giving her a quick kiss, House replied, 'Okay.'
As House began to play, Cuddy began to sing, staring straight at a gobsmacked Lucas.
There's just one thing, Its not fair,
That's getting in the way,
When we go up to bed your just no good,
its such a shame!
I look into your eyes,
I want to get to know you,
And then you make this noise,
and its apparently its all over
And i think your really mean,
I think your really mean,
I think your really mean.
You're supposed to care,
But you never make me scream.
You never make me scream
The audience erupted in laughter, and Lucas blushed horrifically.
'That was for Lucas Douglas, my now ex boyfriend, the worse lay in the world. And just to say Lucas, it isn't common, it doesn't happen to every guy and it is a big deal!'
The audience laughed once more.
'There's something else too,' said Cuddy, gesturing to House to play again.
Comparisons are easily done You said move on
Once you've had a taste of perfection
Like an apple hanging from a tree
I picked the ripest one
I still got the seed
Where do I go
I guess second best
Is all I will know
'The difference is that now I have perfection with me, and I'm back to the best. House has always won comparisons between the two of you.'
Lucas stood up and stormed out of the ballroom.
'Thank God,' said Cuddy, breathing a sigh of relief. 'I thought he'd never leave. Now Gregory House, sing with me!'
House began to play once more, he didn't need prompting on what song, he knew. Their song was the only song that would do.
I hear the ticking of the clock
I'm lying here the room's pitch dark
I wonder where you are tonight
No answer on the telephone
And the night goes by so very slow
Oh I hope that it won't end though
Alone
Till now I always got by on my own
I never really cared until I met you
And now it chills me to the bone
How do I get you alone
How do I get you alone
You don't know how long I have wanted
to touch your lips and hold you tight, oh
You don't know how long I have waited
and I was going to tell you tonight
But the secret is still my own
and my love for you is still unknown
Alone
Till now I always got by on my own
I never really cared until I met you
And now it chills me to the bone
How do I get you alone
How do I get you alone
How do I get you alone
How do I get you alone
Alone, alone
As the song finished, they looked into each other eyes as the audience cheered.
'We'll be alone in about a half hour, when I get you home,' said House.
'Sold to Mr House,' she said, kissing him passionately.