Title: Good Enough
Author: Kayla, but if you like this at all, you can call me whatever you want.
Rating: Um…PG at the most.
Spoilers: Hmm…I'm gonna say that there are VERY vague spoilers for Whac-A-Mole.
Characters/Pairings: Wilson, Cuddy, Wilson/Cuddy, and some one sided House/Wilson.
Summary: She knows that you'll never love her the way you love him.
Disclaimer: I don't own House or the characters or anything, really. I can't even say that I own Cuddy's furniture.
Author's Note: You should know that I have absolutely no idea where this came from. I was just walking to the kitchen from my bedroom when the first couple of lines popped into my head. I've never written anything in the House fandom, and this will most likely be it for me, because…do you realize how wicked hard this fandom is to write for? I'm clearly not capable of the amazingness needed to write in this fandom.
You don't remember how you got here, and you don't realize that you've knocked on the door until it's opening. She registers the look on your face, and immediately her pretty eyes are full of concern. She's pulling you into an embrace and promising that you'll figure things out.
She pulls you inside, and you don't even notice your feet are moving until you're in her living room. She makes you sit on the couch and leaves you for what only feels like a few seconds, but must have been longer than that, because she returns with a steaming mug of what you assume is tea. She sits down next to you and sips from her own mug, and you're not sure if she's made the tea to calm your nerves, or her own.
Neither of you speak for quite some time. There's not much to say, really. She knows why you're here, and she's knows there's nothing she can say to ease the pain that's so plainly written all over your face.
You've been through three divorces, and yet you can't even begin to compare what you're feeling now to losing any of your wives. Yes, you loved them all immensely at some point in time, but when they came and went, he was still always there. He was always supposed to be there, because he never had the strength to walk away from you.
It never occurred to you that maybe one day you'd find the strength to walk away from him. You never thought that he would push you over the edge. Not after everything the two of you had been through in all the years you'd known one another.
She pulls you from your thoughts, as she rests her hand on your leg and tells you that everyone has a breaking point. She tries to reassure you that by walking out of his life and shutting him out of your own, you've done the right thing. The words mean next to nothing, because neither of you believe that for a second, so she stops speaking.
She gets up and takes the empty mug from your hands as she walks into the kitchen. She returns so quickly, you think that she must be afraid to leave you alone. She says something, although if she asked you what it was, you couldn't tell her, and then she's about to turn around to leave, and before you know what's happening, you're pulling her back to you by the arm, and you're kissing her as if she's the only thing keeping you alive.
She hesitates for only a second before she's kissing you back, and with that simple action, the tension drains out of your whole body, and your half leaning against her, and she's half holding you up, because you need to be the one taken care of for once, and she's more than willing to help any way she can.
She knows that you'll never love her the way you love him, and she knows this won't go past tonight, but when you reach her bedroom, there's no turning back, and she's still here with you. She's not going anywhere, and for now that's good enough.
