Too Tired
Well as you all might think this is my first story you're wrong I just deleted all of the other ones because I reread them after a few weeks and realized they sucked. Hope this one's a little better.
Disclaimer: ugh being originals just too hard right now THEY'RE NOT MINE OKAY ENOUGH WITH THE TORTURE!
There's this funny thing about people. They either think they know everything about one another or they think everyone knows everything about them; both are wrong. Greg House had been thinking through this rather easy theory when Lisa Cuddy walked through the door.
He smiled despite himself. He knew what people thought of both of them: House never gets anything wrong. Lisa the dean of medicine simply has no secrets. He had occasionally begun to think that as true, but he knew that was a lie.
House knew that he got things wrong, a very little amount of time but he did, and no one but the few 'friends' Lisa had knew that she wanted a baby, so very very much. Of course he would never acknowledge he knew this fact to anyone other than himself, never Wilson, never his team, and never her. Because that was just not who House was. House was supposed to be the self-centered jerk who threw sarcastic remarks out of his mouth to ward of personal questions, he was the one who worked on Stacy admitting her feelings for him because he knew he was right, he was the one to check out Cuddy's 'Fun bag's' because he liked to make her mad, and the one who stole Wilson's pen to make out a vicodin prescription. House wasn't supposed to have feelings.
"House, are you trying to get fired?" This was the part where he smirked, she knew.
"Oh you would never fire me you love me too much! Besides I'm working on my paperwork." He pointed to the trash can that was overloading with paper balls.
She sighed heavily pointing out that she wasn't in the mood, but House still needed to be House.
"The girls are looking marvelous today" He gasped. "Cuddy, was that the baby kicking?"
They had had this discussion before; she was waiting for some new material to arise and when it didn't she knew he was beat. Beat from the case that he almost lost, beat from the constant pain in his leg, and beat from everyone trying to understand him and having to block each and every one of those attempts with another sarcastic remark and another fight. She handed him the file silently wishing he would just do his god damn job and go home and pop some vicodin because she too was tired.
"Aw mom you're so sweet. Letting me have one more shot before stomping your super tank ass out of here" He waved the folder in her face and then dumped the paper out onto his desk before crinkling up those pieces and landing them perfectly in the garbage by her side.
That feeble attempt at a joke fell flat on its face despite the skill and she felt concerned she really did but today wasn't her day either. She failed at getting anymore donors although she had interviewed a total of fifteen all seemed to find her less than charming today. The overload of paperwork due to House breaking yet another medical machine was catching up to her, and clinic was just as hectic without House there to diagnose them in two point five seconds.
So she did what she always did when she was tired, "Get your ass on that paperwork before your happy pills disappear until you do it." She said angrily leaning in much too close to be comfortable with either of them. Of course there was no sarcastic remark from House because this day just wouldn't be getting any better.
"Oh… uh I'll come back later." Wilson. Damn him, she knew exactly what he thought, her back to him and House leaning in even closer – she had wondered why he had done that – obviously looked different from what it was; so glaring maliciously to House who was grinning ear to ear stomped rather violently out of the office.
She had seen Wilson walking back into the office and knew what House would be telling him at this moment, and she didn't care. She walked swiftly to her office noting that her secretary looked rather annoyed and she guessed House had visited earlier. Brenda looked at her with concern before going back to paperwork. She must look like hell to be looked at in such a way but she continued on not pausing at the mirror to adjust her hair or clothes she just got her bag and coat and practically floated out of there.
Her guilt for not asking House for help crossed her face then but disappeared as she figured out what he planned all along. 'He may be tired but he is making damn sure I'm tired just along with him' she knew she would be expecting a late night visit and she knew he knew she would be awake.
Last part was confusing take a few minutes to process that. R&R remember this will be continued and I only reread it once without editing so get over it if it sucks. I have a weird idea to have a quote each chapter so here it is.
» The United States is a nation of laws: badly written and randomly enforced.- Frank Zappa
I thought it was too much like House not to put up.