Sabotage- A sequel to Something Resourceful
House had fallen for Cuddy. All he had needed was for her to make the first move. After that "resourceful" day at the clinic, and then the endless weekend of sex, she definitely made her intensions clear. Lisa Cuddy was not one to back down or retreat when things weren't going her way. She pursued it until the goal was accomplished. And this goal was definitely accomplished!
What House and Cuddy shared, wasn't like any usual romantic relationship, but it certainly was not a one time thing. (Actually, if you count med school, then a two time thing!) It was intricate, deep, messy, explosive, angry, and a hell of a lot of fun!
Cuddy lay in House's bed, trying to get a few minutes rest before they had to get up and go to work. The night had been spent doing things other than sleeping, and she was exhausted. House rolled over and nudged her, feeling impatient.
"What?" she groaned. "I'm tired! Leave me alone, Greg!"
"I was just thinking that we could both call in sick today, get some sleep, get some food, and then get it on again!" he waggled his eyebrows. "How does that sound?" he asked in a very persuasive tone.
"That sounds excellent, but there are some problems with that genius idea of yours," Cuddy said, rolling over to face him. "First of all, how would it look if we both just conveniently didn't show up to work on the same day?"
They had both promised to keep it, (whatever it was), a secret. If the hospital board somehow found out, they would either be fired, or sent to work at another hospital. They had no one to tell anyway, besides Wilson, who already knew. Wilson was happy for them, but he was struggling on his own. It had been a few months since Amber died, but he was coping and moving on with life.
"Secondly, I am up to my neck in paperwork and files that need to be dealt with. Plus, today I have a meeting with the board," she told him, looking remorseful. "As much as I love spending time with you and your sunny personality, work comes first."
House sighed, and then ran his hand down her arm. "Screw the paperwork, screw the board, and instead, why don't you stay here and screw me?" he said with a wink.
"Like I said, I would love to, but not today!" Cuddy replied, using her boss voice on him.
She kissed him, got out of bed, put on some clothes, and headed out the door.
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Once they were both at work, they had to maintain the status of employer and employee, and go on acting as if they hated each other. The only difference between this and in the past, was that sometimes, House's team wouldn't be able to find him for a few hours, and the same for Dr. Cuddy. The exam room tradition lived on!
But recently, Cuddy had been seeing subtle changes in House's personality when she saw him with his team. Thirteen in particular. Cuddy had noticed the lack of personal information in Thirteen's resume, and she knew this would keep House wondering. In fact, he did wonder, and he pursued it like he did with all other mysteries.
Thirteen was very intuitive, and saw the way that House and Cuddy exchanged looks when they thought they were alone. She saw the small look of affection House had when someone mentioned Cuddy's name. She watched House stand behind Cuddy and run his hand down her back. She saw them whisper to each other about things no one else knew.
Thirteen hid her emotions so no one could tell what she was thinking or feeling. In secret, she wanted House for herself, and she plotted ways to get him alone. She knew that if she kept enough information about herself to herself, that she would eventually catch House's attention.
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It seemed to House as if Thirteen was keeping a secret from him. He hated secrets! Everyone already knew about her having Huntington's, so it couldn't be that. She always happened to be around when he wanted to be alone. She also had some of Cameron's traits, which House found very annoying. But still, he was intrigued by what she was hiding.
One day, when Thirteen was alone in the side office, House decided to find out some answers right then and there.
Barging through the door, he asked loudly, "What are you hiding?"
She flinched. "The same could be asked of you," she replied. "I know all about you and Cuddy. She doesn't deserve you at all," Thirteen said threateningly.
"I see…what am I supposed to do now? Get down on my knees and beg you not to tell? I don't really care about getting fired, because it's worth it."
"Well…do you care about Cuddy getting fired? Because I can go to the board and make sure something happens."
"What would you gain from that? Besides, the board would believe her over you anyway." Then a sudden realization swept over him. "Wait, you want Cuddy out of the way so you can get to me?!" House turned, and walking out into the hallway he called back, "How sweet! As your mind turns to mush, you believe you actually have a chance with me!" And with that, he went downstairs to talk to Cuddy.
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Cuddy looked up from behind her desk when House stormed into the office. He locked the door and closed the blinds, making Cuddy think she was in for an afternoon delight. Her hopes were soon crushed when he flopped down on the couch and sighed angrily. He then took a pillow and smothered his face with it.
"What's wrong?" she asked, concern lacing her voice.
"THCNTFCLEUSLN!" House shouted, his words indistinguishable because of the pillow.
Cuddy sat down on the floor next to him and stared intently at him. "Greg, what's going on? Should I be worried? Did you do somethi—?"
"They can't fucking leave us alone!" he interrupted. Thirteen found out about us, and now she's trying to get you fired so she can have me!"
"WHAT?!" Cuddy exploded. "Why in the hell would she do that?" she shouted, jumping to her feet.
"I don't know, maybe she hasn't been laid in ages, and in desperation she thinks she has a shot with me," he laughed bitterly. "But don't worry, it just so happens that I know someone also hasn't been laid for a while. They would be perfect for each other! Thirteen is getting worse after all, and my guy craves that sadness and neediness."
"Wait, are you talking about Wilson?" she asked, while House nodded. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea. He might not be about to move on from Amber…" Cuddy said, starting to pace around the room.
"Why not? He could set a personal record of having dying or sick and deteriorating girlfriends! Just imagine it: James Wilson, the lover of hopeless cases!" House exclaimed, his mood brightening in seconds. "All we need is for Thirteen to go after Wilson instead of me."
"Yeah, and that is really likely to happen soon!" Cuddy replied skeptically.
"Just wait, they'll both walk right into each other's pathetic arms."
With a short kiss for Cuddy, he moseyed his way up to Wilson's office.
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