"Catching His Heart",
a Huddy fanfiction.
Chapter 1:
Someone once said, "Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart."
Lisa Cuddy, Dean of Medicine and Administrator of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, had heard those words spoken by her mother several years ago. A few years ago, that "someone special" had finally caught her heart, or so she thought. That man was Gregory House. Cuddy had put the man 'on hold' when he insulted her on more than one occasion.
Gregory House is a narcissistic, self-centered, sarcastic jerk, but is also a brilliant world-renowned diagnostician, and one hell of a heart throb. He heads his own team of three doctors' at Princeton Plainsboro: Dr. Allison Cameron, an Immunologist; Dr. Robert Chase, an Intensivist; and Dr. Eric Foreman, a Neurologist.
Three months ago, however, was when Lisa Cuddy felt her opinions change. Both doctors' found themselves at one of many charity auctions benefiting the hospital, and both were thoroughly enjoying each other's company. At first, it was their usual, everyday playful banter based off of pure annoyance, but later that night…it was different.
Since that night in May, Gregory House and Lisa Cuddy have been in a steady intimate but secret relationship. They remained strictly professional at work because god knows the halls of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital were similar to that of a 'gossip mill' times ten and they did not want to be bothered with all the stares and the constant whispers. So, what did they do? Simple: They kept it quiet.
They told no one; not even House's best friend, Dr. James Wilson, who was an oncologist at the hospital. Now, that's a first, even for House. James Wilson knew anything and everything when it came to House's personal life.
One night in November was all it took to take that perfect life and send it for a wild and crazy ride.
About a week ago, which was eleven or so weeks since House and Cuddy had first started dating, Cuddy found out news that brought her pure enjoyment: she was pregnant with twins! She and House were simply overjoyed. Cuddy didn't know for sure how House was going to handle the situation, but surprisingly, he was O.K. with it.
Because of their busy work schedule, the two doctors' had to wait until the end of the work week to celebrate. When Friday arrived, House left the hospital around 5:45. He and Cuddy agreed that she would take her car, and he would follow on his motor bike. She didn't want to ride on the back of the bike in a dress and heels, and he did not want to take her car because that would mean leaving his (precious) bike at Cuddy's house, unattended.
When he was dressed and ready to go, donning black dress pants, a white button down dress shirt, a black bow tie, and jacket (very traditional), House rode his bike to Cuddy's house. Along the way, he had stopped at a 24-hour florist and picked up a bouquet of red roses. Putting the car in park in Cuddy's driveway, House grabbed the flowers and his cane, and limped to the front door.
Cuddy was wearing a dark blue strapless dress, adorned with eloquent silver beads; her hair was done in a bun, with only a few strands of loose curls falling down on her shoulders. House limped over the threshold into the house, and handed the bouquet to Cuddy.
"Hey Lisa…wow, you look gorgeous," he said, before giving her a quick kiss on the lips.
"Thank you," Cuddy said, smiling. "You're looking pretty hot yourself."
They went into the living room and sat down on the couch. House had one hand resting on Cuddy's stomach, gently caressing it with his thumb, while his other hand draped around her back. Cuddy's hand rested on top of House's, on her flat stomach.
"So, where are we going?" she asked.
House grinned. "Well, I would like to tell you, but…I'm going to have to kill you first," he warned.
Cuddy feigned a shocked expression, and playfully slapped him on the arm. "You wouldn't!"
House grinned and turned her face towards him. "You're right, I wouldn't."
Very slowly, he touched his mouth to hers. She opened her mouth, granting him entrance. His tongue slid in. Cuddy started to unbutton his shirt, and but he stopped her.
"Not right now," he whispered in her ear. "We have to get going. You don't want to be late, do you?"
Cuddy didn't answer. She was exploring underneath his shirt with her hands.
"But, when we get back…" House started to say, while nibbling on her earlobe.
"You promise?" Cuddy asked, looking at him.
"Cross my heart," House breathed into her ear. "I might even give you an exam if you're lucky. I think you're due for one any day now."
Cuddy smiled, satisfied with that answer. She put one hand on his chest to steady herself, and then she stood up. "I'll hold you to that, Doctor."
House watched from his place on the couch as Cuddy grabbed her purse, and walk out the door to her car, exaggerating the wiggle in the ass a bit for House's benefit. House stood up, snatched his cane that was leaning against the side table, shut off the side light, and then followed her, all the while grinning like an idiot.
After dining on a delicious meal of filet of grilled salmon, risotto, and grilled asparagus for dinner, and a chocolate soufflé for dessert, House paid the bill, and him and Cuddy exited the restaurant, holding hands.
"I feel like I'm saying this for the millionth time, but this was amazing, Greg," Cuddy said as the two walked in the parking lot.
"I'm glad you think so," House said.
Cuddy smiled and squeezed his hand. "I felt like I ate the entire restaurant," she said, laughing, as she placed a hand on her stomach.
"That's because you almost did," House joked. He immediately flinched when Cuddy's hand slapped his arm.
"Hey, I'm eating for three now, so I think I have an excuse."
"Oh really?" House asked, with a sly smile on his face.
They had reached Cuddy's car and House's motorcycle. House hooked his cane on his one arm and holding onto Cuddy, he maneuvered her so that she was pressed up against her Mercedes. Cuddy wrapped her arms around House's neck, and gazed into his eyes. He looked back into her eyes, and cupped his hand around her cheek. "I love you," he said, softly.
Cuddy's breath suddenly caught in her throat. She was momentarily stunned. She reached up, and ran her fingers through his three day's worth of stubble. "I love you too, Greg."
House bent down and kissed her softly on the lips. "Let's go home," he whispered.
Less than fifty yards away in her car was Dr. Allison Cameron. She took a trip to get some coffee before heading back to the hospital for another all-nighter. Those charts weren't going to complete themselves. She slowed her car down when she thought she noticed a familiar orange motorcycle. In fact, she knew it was her bosses because; let's face it, who else has a cane holder on their motorcycle? The answer was well…no one.
She saw them from a distance. She thought she saw them holding hands. Her mind was racing. What's going on? Cameron stared as she saw House back Cuddy up against the car. He is definitely NOT drunk! she realized. She waited a few seconds, and then tore her eyes away from what was none of her business, and drove back to the hospital.
House was on his motorcycle, enjoying the feeling of his hair being whipped back in the cool night air. Less than thirty yards ahead of him was Cuddy's black Mercedes. House was lost in his thoughts as he coasted along the nearly empty street. He still couldn't quite believe he was going to be the father of two children. It all seemed surreal to him. He focused on the road in front of him, and still had a certain grin plastered on his face.
Then he saw the car. A black SUV that had no intention of stopping or slowing down had its lights off and was approaching Cuddy, who was stopped at the light. House called out to warn Cuddy, but she had the windows up against the chilly night air and did not hear him. As Cuddy made the turn, the black SUV kept going and smashed full force into the driver's side of the Mercedes.
In an instant, House was off his bike and half limping/half running (if you can even call it 'running') to where Cuddy's car was. A police car that was down the road heard the crash, and sped towards the scene, its sirens blaring. House approached the driver's side of the car and tried to peer inside. He flipped open his cell phone, dialed a number from memory, and put the phone by his ear, waiting.
"Cameron, where are you?" he said hurriedly into the phone.
"At the hospital. House, what –", Cameron started to ask.
House wasted no time. "I want you to get an ambulance, and meet me at the intersection of Mercer and Nassau—"
"House, what is going—"
"Not now, Cameron. Get a room set up with an ultrasound machine. After that, get your ass over here!"
House hung up the phone, and slipped it back into his pocket. He looked down at his hands; both were pale, clammy, and shaky.
"Sir?"
House turned at the unknown voice and saw a chunky man, probably in his late 30s, wearing a police uniform staring at him.
"It's doctor," House said, curtly, without a smile. The officer shrugged the rude response off, and started with the standard routine of questions.
"What happened?"
"What do you think?" House snarled.
The officer blushed and swallowed. This guy was coming off as a jerk. Then, he spotted the cane. This doctor was Doctor Greg 'Royal-Pain-in-the-Ass' House.
"Look, Dr. House—"
"We can do this later, ok Butterball?"
The officer felt his neck and face grow hot. House ignored him.
"I just phoned in an ambulance. It's on the way." House pointed his cane towards the SUV. "Who's the asshole in the SUV?"
The two men watched as another officer opened the door of the SUV and looked inside.
"He's conscious and a bit drunk!" the officer yelled out. He forced the driver out of the car.
House felt himself shaking with fury. The driver was Robert Chase.