Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't written in ages... I've had HUGE writers block, so hopefully you like this next fic because it took me ages to figure out a basic plot. It probably doesn't help that I write all my stories on my iPod off the top of my head :) No matter, the show must go on! Please review, it's like a high for me but with none of the risks ;)
Yelling could be heard throughout the lobby at PPTH, again. Naturally, the two to blame were Lisa Cuddy and Greg House; they always were. Staff members had adapted to their daily disputes, however for the last few weeks the bickering had escalated to a level that made even the most patient of people cringe.
House and Cuddy had always fought, it became such a natural thing that it would be foreign if they didn't. For reasons which are unknown, the tensions they always shared had been rising to epic levels as of late, driving each other and everyone around them up the walls and back down again.
"House you have to apologize to that patient. You had no right to attack him with inappropriate and irrelevant questions... you humiliated the guy!" Cuddy yelled, strutting after House as they crossed the main entrance. Rolling his eyes, House abruptly stopped and turned around, stretching to his full height in attempt to intimidate her. Cuddy skidded to a halt a mere inches away from smacking into him; his height did not intimidate her, instead she too stood straight trying to gain back some height next to him. They stood almost chest to chest, trying to prove their dominance and superiority over the other.
House sneered and yelled back at her. "Like hell I am! That guy was a rude old bastard, it's not my fault he was too stunned to realize he had an ear infection and was gullible enough to answer my questions!" Everyone in the main entrance began to peer around to catch a glimpse of their latest brawl. A few shook their heads slightly as they exited the scene before things got ugly. Some staff members muttered under their breath, "God help us," "not again," and even "just have sex already..."
Cuddy threw her hands in the air. "I don't want to hear it! You're apologizing and I don't care whether you want to or not! Personally I think it's about time you got a little taste of your own medicine!" House leered at her, and she returned the look with fury. For a moment, they glared into each others eyes, both looking for any signs of weakness, a crack in their ego, anything. There was nothing, their expressions as hard as stone. House broke the stare, looking at his watch. "Look at the time, my soap's on in 5 minutes. A pleasure as always, Dr. Cuddy." He spat sarcastically.
With that he spun in his heel and made a beeline for the elevators. "I don't think so, get back here House before I fire your ass!" Cuddy shouted running after him. "You'll never fire me," he said cockily. "You love me too much." He gave her a fake smile as the doors began to close. Unfortunately, much to House's dismay, Cuddy managed to slip in between the doors as they were about the shut. He looked at her, feigning confusion. "Wait a minute, I thought we just did the scene where I left and you DIDN'T follow me. Amateur mistake, really, but it's fine. Just get off the elevator and we'll pretend this never happened." He mocked. "Think again House. I think you missed the scene where you remembered I'M the boss and YOU are my employee. The boss gets what she wants and the employee doesn't. We're going back to the main floor so you can apologize." She rebutted, trying to keep her temper under control.
Suddenly, the elevator shook violently and the lights flickered. It halted abruptly, causing Cuddy to lose her balance and tumble into House. He instinctively held her waist to keep her from falling as she was pressed into him. Once Cuddy regained her balance she pried herself off him and smacked his hands away. House puts his hands up in innocence. Ignoring him, Cuddy said with a defeated tone, "the elevators stopped. We're stuck here. Do you have a cellphone?" Taking in her words, House sat down on the floor, stretching his legs out as he leaned against the wall. "Nope, and my pager's in my office... oops."
Cuddy put her hands over her face. What has she ever done to deserve this punishment? Being trapped in an elevator was bad, but being trapped in an elevator with House was a nightmare. After a while, Cuddy sighed and sat down next to House. A few minutes had passed and House decided to break the silence. "I'm going to miss my soap," he whined. Cuddy looked a him incredulously. "Honestly? You're worried about your SOAP? You should be worried about the fact that we're trapped in an elevator! Or even better, you could start worrying about your job 'cause I'm just about ready to throw your ass out of here!" She said angrily.
It was House's turn to look at her incredulously. "The only thing I should be worried about is what I'm having for lunch! You'd never fire me, I'm the biggest asset this hospital has!" House then spat, "oh wait! My apologies, I'm the biggest asset this hospital has other than that sexy bod of yours. People will chop off a limb just to get in here and catch a glimpse of your ass." Cuddy was furious. "Or maybe people chop off their limbs because shit happens and they come here because this hospital is great thanks to the work that I'VE done! All I ever do is..." House cut her off before she could continue. "Work that you've done eh? You mean when you lead a bunch of rich idiots around the hospital giving them a good look down your shirt so they fork over the cash? I'm sure it's draining." He said with a victorious smile.
Now Cuddy was livid. How dare he? For lack of a better idea, her response was to simply slap House across the face. She wanted a reaction, a sign of pain, fear, or even anger. She wanted something, but she got nothing. House looked slightly shocked as he rubbed his face, looking at her intently. "I think you cleared my sinuses." He quipped with a smirk.
That's it! Cuddy had reached her last straw, her patience snapping like a twig. She pushed House over and began beating his chest and arms, attempting to literally knock some sense into him. For a moment he was completely in shock, unaware of the situation he had gotten himself into. Once realization kicked in, House tried to grab her wrists and pry her off of him. He coughed as his chest was continually beaten, and his arms stung from being punched. He couldn't get a hold of her but knew that he had to take control of the situation before he got beaten to a pulp.
House would never hit Cuddy; as much as they fought and claimed to despise each other, he'd never lay his hands on her...to hurt her anyways. Finally snatching her wrists, he wrestled with her trying to shove her off. For such a small person, Cuddy could definitely hold her own. Although she was quite strong, she was no match for House as he managed to roll over and onto her. Cuddy squeaked as House's weight was suddenly on top of her. Finally the beating had subsided and now he had his culprit squished beneath him. He held her wrists above her head as she struggled, and placed his knees on either side of her, squeezing to keep her still.
"House! Get the hell off me!" She gasped as she wrestled with him again in attempt to escape his grasp. "Says the woman who nearly beat me to death! I hope we learned our lesson here today; I'm twice as big and twice as strong as you. Maybe you should keep that in mind the next time you want to fight me." He said, feeling a sense of great superiority as she continued in vain to get out from under him. "You deserved it! I should've strangled you!" She barked back.
"Such strong words from someone who can't move. You're lucky I'm not a horrible person-" Cuddy snorted. He continued: "as I was saying, you're lucky I'm not a horrible person or I might have taken advantage of you." He said waggling his eyebrows. Cuddy rolled her eyes. Although this was true and she was in a vulnerable position, she wasn't afraid of House, nor his words. He just wanted a reaction from her.
"House GET OFF!" She yelled, trying to regain control of the situation. House smirked. "Just remember, when you're dealing with me, don't mess." He said, leaning in so close their noses were almost touching. He whispered softly. "I always win." Cuddy tried not to shiver as she felt his breath on her. She gulped. They stared intently at each other, neither one wanting to be the first to look away.
As if on cue, the elevator broke the moment as they felt the metal box begin to move once again. Cuddy scrambled to get House off of her as he rolled off lazily. She scowled at him as she stood up, fixing her blouse. House rose to his feet, giving her a side glance before the doors opened. "A pleasure as always, Dr. Cuddy." With that he limped out of the elevator and towards his office. Cuddy sighed, stepping out as well. She was taking the stairs to the main floor.