Elisaveta Eleanora Cuddy was miserable. It was simple, really. She had lost her third baby only a few short weeks ago, had a hostage situation take over her hospital and her office a week ago, and the one many she had had high hopes for, the one man she knew that she could love if it was given back just a little bit, was nothing but a horny bastard trying to get into her pants. She wasn't an easy woman. She didn't kiss on the first date; she waited at least a month before sleeping with a boyfriend. Of course, she hadn't had any boyfriends in a while either, but that's beside the point.
So…her home was childless, her lovelife nonexistent, and her job was slowly writing her entrance papers to the Psyche ward. Fabulous.
Her job was awful because she hadn't become a doctor to become an administrator. Being a Dean, managing an entire hospital, wasn't exactly a walk in the park. She had become a doctor to help people. She wanted her days to be filled with seeing patients and aiding them in their way back to health, not to spend her days editing payrolls and writing up clinic records. Of course, having House around didn't help much either.
He was always there, always ready with a quip about the figure she tried so hard to maintain. They had known each other for decades now, since she was an overworked undergrad and he the med-student legend. There had been a time when she had called him Greg and he called her Elisaveta, her full Hebrew name. She had her ethnic beauty, and he was the strong and the scruffy. Their paths had crossed, and they had become friends. The night before his graduation, she had given in. For one night, she had been his.
That was the last she had seen of him, up until he arrived at PPTH with unbearable leg pain and a girlfriend on his arm. She had welcomed Stacy and, when she wasn't worried about cutting off his leg, House. The time for Greg and Elisaveta had come and gone. They were doctors now, after all. During his recovery she had been promoted and when the six-month mark from his surgery passed she offered him the top job in the newly formed Diagnostics office. He had accepted, grudgingly, and their current unusual relationship was born.
For a while they seemed to forget the people that they had been in college. He was busy trying to deal with the terrible blow life had dealt him, and she was trying to prove to the world that she deserved the job she had been given. For a while, things were ok. They bickered and contradicted each other constantly, butting heads whenever the time allowed. People came in and out of their lives, events mutated them, and it wasn't long before her wild imagination began picturing what could've been.
In her career, she would always be Doctor Lisa Cuddy, but in her private life she found herself living in her daydreams. Elisaveta House, Lisa Eleanora Cuddy-House, Lisa House, the names went on and on. She began picturing children with his electric blue eyes and her unruly dark hair. She could see a little boy learning piano from his father while his sister played mother-daughter tennis. It wasn't that hard to lose herself in the alternate world she began to build.
She was also busy looking for alternate ways to achieve her daydreams, because for the longest time she had believed that her dreams were impossible. The girl that she had found, the one that was supposed to give her her baby, even looked vaguely similar to him. She had thought that, finally, she was going to get something she had wanted for a long time. She had held onto that hope as she held onto the baby, and when she was taken away she had felt broken, hollow inside. That was how he had found her, and in a moment of weakness she had sought the familiar comfort he had once given her.
She realized her mistake as soon as he left. He was different, changed, and the way he thought of her now wasn't the Elisaveta he had once known. She knew that, and yet she let her dreams surround her once again. She kept the possibility in the back of her mind, knowing that no matter what the dynamic between her and him had changed.
Their flirting was more blatant, and she knew Wilson was hovering, trying to talk House into becoming something with her. She didn't think it was possible, especially after his little stunt in his office. That was when she had realized that he was nothing more then a horny bastard, but even that had changed when she saw her old desk in her office.
Only her mother and House knew about that desk. House had spent many college nights perched on the edge, trying to distract her from her obsessive studying. Her mother had taken it when she started working at PPTH. Truthfully, with all of the things that had happened since then, she had forgotten about it. Seeing it again, knowing that it couldn't have been her mother that had brought it back, once again gave her hope that maybe, just maybe, House wasn't merely a horny bastard. Maybe somewhere underneath the scruff and the gruff there was the man that had once cared for her, and that maybe that man and the man she knew today could become the one man that she could see herself with.
Her hopes had been dashed, and this time she was certain it would be the last time. She was done. Elisaveta 'Lisa' Eleanora Cuddy was resigning herself to the life of a career woman. There was nothing more she could do. Greg was a memory, a distant part of her past that wasn't coming back. She was done being his plaything, for good.
So...this is my first venture into the House fandom. I love the dynamic between House and Cuddy. For now I'm leaving this as a one shot, but if anyone would like a story out of this, Huddy of course, then I might be able to make it happen. As always, not mine, read, review, and thanks for visiting!