me basically taking my anger out bc House is an asshat :[
House limped into Cuddy's office right after lunch hour. "I need you to sign," he said blankly tossing the blue file over on Cuddy's desk. She opened it, quietly and took a few moments. House watched her eyes dart back and forth with each line. "Are you insane? You have no reason to believe this will save his life," she said pushing the papers back towards him.
"Really. No reason at all? You think I want to explode his heart for what, the thrill?"
Cuddy ignored him, turning back to her computer.
"Or you think that I want to blow up his heart, because you broke mine." Cuddy said nothing. He swallowed and raised his eyebrows musingly, and turned to walk away.
"You're an asshole," the words echoed in her office. House stopped, turned and opened his mouth to say something but Cuddy intervened, "I don't think you realize that this is much harder for me than it is for you," every word was heavy and dropped hard.
"I know you're trying to manipulate me because you're House. But I don't think you realize how much every word you say to me hurts."
House nodded and replied earnestly, "And I'm sure everything you say would hurt me if I wasn't on Anti-Cuddy drugs."
Cuddy sat down in her chair, and put her head in her hands. "House, do you really think I'm trying to hurt you?" her voice muffled through her palms.
"Well," his witty response began, "since the-
Cuddy lifted her head up, and House stopped mid-sentence taken off guard by Cuddy. Her face was streaked with tears. Her eyes swollen and red. He stood there staring at her for a moment. "House, I wouldn't take back anything I've said to you. I still love you." Cuddy ran her fingers through her hair and wiped off her tears and let out a small, helpless breath. "I'm in love with you. And I would never try to hurt you." She looked him straight in the eye, and House could see her then walking into his bathroom doorway, kissing him; cleaning up the shattered mirror shards with him in his bathtub. He could see her in the hospital bed, in the empty hospital room, lying there alone while he was playing Zombie Cops at Foreman's. "But I don't think you know how to care for anyone other than yourself. So before you go out of your way to make me feel bad for ending this, take a second and think about me; think about Rachel." House took in a breath, his expression frozen. "This is my fault, I know. But it doesn't matter," Cuddy said, her eyes in a dead-stare with his. A few moments passed, House unmoving and silent.
Cuddy stood up and opened the blue file folder; she signed on the dotted line, and before leaving, swallowed and whispered, "Good luck, House."