Hello, readers! First, I want to thank everyone who responded to my story. I was shocked by the amount of comments and alerts left in my inbox. I'm glad you liked it and want to read the next installment. If you have been following, go onto chapter two. This is just an explanation for people who haven't read the story. JUST ONE NOTE! I am dropping the rating to T for this story. -MGD
Disclaimer: This story is mine, but the characters are David Shore's. I just like playing with them.
So, this is for anyone who hasn't read Partypants as Lady Liberty.
The story was a really long series of vignettes that went back and forth between the present (Season 5) and the past (started a UM when Cuddy and House met). At Michigan, House was drawn to Cuddy literally by her panties. It didn't start in the endocrinology class, but I put them together there after the initial meetings. Cuddy was in her senior year at UM while House was in his final year of medical school. (I know they have a nine/ten year age gap on the show, but I think that's too far to be plausible. Cuddy would literally have to be a freshman in college when she met House. My Cuddy had to be versed in the ways of womanhood to fit in the story, so I made her older. The way the show is going House is either going to be her first time or first orgasm. I am putting my money on orgasmī.) After their last year at Michigan, Cuddy goes to Princeton for medical school while House does his residency at JH. They are 127 miles apart for the three years that she is in medical school (close enough for extracurricular activities) . House pushes Cuddy away, so she will go to the best fellowship available for endocrinology in the country. They never discuss or define their relationship and never admit their feelings to the other.
In the present timeline, Cuddy finds out how House is trying to improve his condition so that he isn't so miserable. During the 'Locked In' and 'Simple Explanation' episodes, House and Cuddy get together for a grand total of eight days. Literally, it is Cuddy's panties that break them apart. Seriously! Then, the story follows the events of Season 5. Kutner dies, and House goes crazy. At the open of season 6, he is back from the asylum without a medical license. Cuddy has put Foreman in charge of diagnostics. She makes House teach an advanced Diagnostics class instead of doing clinic duty. While in the asylum, House gets together with a therapist (Megan) and dates her for about four episodes. By the end of the story, House decides that he wants Cuddy but cannot admit his feelings to her. He recruits Wilson to help him. Since Cuddy saw House move on with Megan, she begins to date.
Below are the last two sections of Partypants to catch you up:
Past
"Is there a language that you don't speak?" Cuddy asked impressed by his fluency in Japanese.
"I don't speak Hindi," he responded.
"My god! You're not perfect," she replied with a bark of laughter. House reached for his glass raising it for a toast.
"To Dr. Cuddy," House toasted Cuddy with a glass of champagne.
"Thank you," she clinked her glass against his.
"Don't thank me yet. Wait till I get you alone," he gave her a pointed look as he took a sip from his flute.
"You're going to have to be patient. We already ordered dinner," she reminded him.
"Oh gawd! I love it when you take charge," he jested. His eyes lit up with a playful spark.
"House," Cuddy said solemnly, "Before we get to the celebration, I need to tell you something."
"You're not wearing underwear," he suggested hopefully.
"You'll have to wait and find out," she gave him a sultry look, "I accepted a fellowship at UCLA medical center with Garfield."
"No, you didn't," he objected, "You're going to Boston to study under Farhish. He's the best endocrinologist in the states. You don't refuse the call up from the minors when it comes."
"But you move down to the minors if it opens up a space on the team for the team ace," she responded looking down at her hands.
"Cuddy, what are you talking about?" he pried.
"I took the job in California because that's where you'll be. I applied you for the Graham fellowship. Of course, he wants you. In fact, this time he said that he wouldn't take no for an answer. You sacrificed this fellowship twice for me. I can make a sacrifice for you this time," she smiled softly. Internally, she was beaming at the admission. Finally, she might just tell him.
"Why?" he asked suddenly very serious.
"What do you mean? I'm going to UCLA, so we'll still be close," she answered.
"Why do you think that we need to be close to each other? We're not in a relationship. At most, we are friends, fuck buddies. Are you really willing to give up the best fellowship opportunity for a good fuck?" he responded cruelly.
"House, how . . . I mean it's been four years. A good fuck, is that all I am to you?" she asked in a reserved tone.
"Yes," he said point blank not taking his eyes off hers.
"You bastard!" she hissed, "For four years, you made me think that I was a part of you. You have feelings for me, I know it. Don't lie to me. Are you in love with me?"
"No," he said just as coldly as his last answer.
"Then, I pity you," she whispered back dropping her glaze. She picked up her bag and left him alone at the table. His eyes never her body until she was gone.
Present
Wilson shot up in bed when his bedroom door slammed into the wall. House limped into the room balancing a tray on his left hand. He settled the tray onto the edge of Wilson's bed.
"You took some Vicodin. This is some kind of bribe to keep me from kicking you out," he motioned to the breakfast. The pathetic breakfast consisted of burnt bagels without cream cheese and watered down coffee. It was pathetic by normal standards but unprecedented by House standards.
"No Vicodin," House sat down on the bed pushing the tray towards Wilson. He picked up a cup of coffee sniffing it suspiciously. Finally, he took a sip choking down the poorly made drink. When he looked up at House, his friend was staring him down with a determined steel blue glaze.
"House, I know that we've been friends for a long time. We have all heard the rumors at the hospital. That doesn't mean that we should consider them as anything other than rumors," Wilson stated calmly but nervously.
"What rumors?" House tilted his head slightly. He was clearly very curious.
"You know. Those rumors," Wilson emphasized with air quotes. House just looked at him like he had no idea what he was talking about. He tried to explain, "House, some people at the hospital think that there is more to our friendship than just friendship. They think that we're special friends."
"Are you hitting on me?" House interrupted his rambling explanation.
"House! Get out!" Wilson shouted too tired to deal with him this early.
"But I haven't told you what I need," he whined grabbling one half of the charcoal-colored bagel.
"What do you want?" Wilson submitted to his childish act.
"I need your help with Cuddy," House replied.
"I'm not helping you torture her," Wilson took another sip of coffee instantly regretting it.
"I want Cuddy," he turned away as he stated his confession.
"Do you mean . . ." Wilson started to ask somewhat shocked.
"I want to be with Cuddy," he turned his gaze back to meet Wilson's.
