A Sparkle of Sarcasm

A Huddy Fic
-And for once, at that very moment, Cuddy did not see the sparkle of sarcasm that always lingered in his eye when House had said "I really do love you."-

Disclaimer: I do not own House, the cast, crew, directors, producers, or anything. But I do own some cheese.

A/N: This is meh first House fanfic. I'll try to update it as much as I can. Enjoy!

House limped across the shiny hospital floors. Dealing with getting a new team was difficult enough, but to add on to the stress, Cuddy's birthday was tomorrow, and he had nothing for her. He knew he could probably get away with his devilish charm, but Cuddy is always a different story.

Many confused messes of thoughts clouded his mind as he got closer to her office. The only reason he was going there right now was because a non-direct interrogation could maybe settle this. Knowing Cuddy, she would probably see through this. But, he didn't care. House was House.

House now stood in front of the Dean of Medicine's office door. He slightly sighed, trying to think of some witty things to say. He peered through the glass wall. Cuddy was standing, facing the outside. The rain and gray skies made it a perfectly weary day. But their were two things that caught his eye. One, she was wearing one of her usual nicely tight skirt, which made him perfectly happy. Two, Cuddy was not sitting down at her desk filing papers, not bugging him about clinic duty, or anything like that. He just shrugged, and burst into her office.

"The stripper I hired for you as an early birthday present canceled, and to be cheap, I must be the replacement," House said, limping into the room. Cuddy whipped around. Her eyes were slightly red and puffy, like she had been crying.

"Delightful," she said rolling her eyes. House made a quick movement of his hand to the second button of his shirt, (the first one being usually undone). Cuddy looked at him oddly, with a face that sort of was confused but at the same time wanted it a little.

House smirked, "Gotcha."

Cuddy sighed, "What do you want House?"

"Nothing in general," House said, sitting down, "But a pat on the head and a glass of warm milk would be nice."

"If there's nothing you want, then leave. I have work to do," Cuddy advised.

House cocked his head to the side, "Then why weren't you doing it when I came in, hm? If it's that important I'd expect you do to it instead of staring out a window."

"Leave," Cuddy warned. House looked at her oddly, but didn't make any motion to exit.

"What's with you?" House questioned. Cuddy didn't reply, instead just stared down at the papers that swarmed her desk. With the absence of her response, he knew it was probably a touchy subject. Which made him want to poke it.

"Come on," he grinned, "Tell little 'ol me." Still no response.

"Fine then, I'll be leaving," House sighed, picking up his cane, "There's always Wilson to annoy."

He got up and walked to her office's door. When he put his hand on the handle, Cuddy spoke up.

"Do you really want to know?"

"No, really?" House replied, still resting his hand on the door's handle, not facing her. Even though House couldn't see her, he could tell she felt uneasy.

"W-well," Cuddy stammered, "It didn't work. The sperm donation. I-it didn't work...again." She tensed herself, ready for one of House's snide comments. To her surprise, he didn't say anything like that.

"You trust me with this?" House questioned. Cuddy didn't say anything back, for she didn't want to.

"Well, see you later," House whispered.

"What did you do to House?" Cuddy said, later coming into Wilson's office.

"What?" Wilson asked, sounding quite confused.

"I said, what did you do to House?" She repeated.

"Nothing, why do you ask?" Wilson questioned.

Cuddy sighed, "He's not being a total jerk as usual."

"It's a sign of the apocalypse." Wilson stated.

"I thought you two made another stupid bet or something," Cuddy said.

"I tend to lose those," Wilson pointed out, "Plus, he hasn't even talked to me today."

"Really? I thought he annoys you constantly," she suggested.

"Usually," Wilson replied, "But like I said-"

"Are we having a small gathering in here?" House said, coming into the room.

"Never mind," Wilson quietly said.

"Or is Wilson asking you on a date again, Cuddy?" House continued.

Cuddy rolled her eyes, "No House."

"Well, can you leave?" House requested, "It's time for Wilson's daily bothering." House eyed Cuddy. He knew how she really felt, and thought of how well she was covering it up. That made him feel bad inside, for some reason. He was so unlike himself today.

"Fine," she stated, turned around, and left.

"See you later then, Wilson," House said, turning around himself to leave.

"Wait- what?" Wilson asked, now confused again, but House had already left.

The next day

Cuddy sat at her desk, surprisingly not having anything to do. She had no new cases for House, which meant it would take even longer for him to pick his new team. It was her birthday today, but she didn't really care. Cuddy did not expect much, maybe a present or two, and some cards. Worse case scenario would be that someone, like Wilson, planned a surprise party. Cuddy sighed, and took a sip from her coffee.

It had been sort of early, but House did not show up yet. He was probably up to something. Then again, he could be totally doing nothing, which sounded more like him. Randomly, House was coming up to her office door.

"Speak of the devil," she whispered to herself. House softly knocked on the door.

"Come in."

"Why hello Cuddy, how are you this fine morning?" House asked, with an amount of cheery-ness in his voice that seemed mighty unusual.

"Alright, I guess. You?" She responded.

"Peachy," He grinned. Way too suspicious, Cuddy thought.

"Ok, what did you do House?" Cuddy asked.

"Completely and utterly nothing," House said, emphasizing on the word.

"I don't believe you," Cuddy said.

House fake pouted, "Thats not very nice."

"Since when are you nice, House?" she asked.

House grinned, "Touche. However, today is my nice day. Take it while it lasts."

Cuddy gave a small smile back, "I still don't believe it."

"If I said I loved you, would believe it?"

There was a slight awkward pause. They both stared at each other until Cuddy gave a little laugh.

"And why would I?" she asked.

The feeling of the room dropped to a more serious tone.

"Because it's true," House whispered.

Cuddy looked at him, with his blue eyes staring back at her. This did not seem like the sarcastic, insulting Gregory House she knew. Everyone has a soft side but this was just so sudden. Cuddy then fought with herself, not sure to confess her feelings about how she always did like him from afar, or not. But if House could open up, why couldn't she?

"I-I guess I actually do too..." Cuddy stuttered a bit. She could feel a bit of blush creeping up her neck but she tried to push it away. Cuddy broke eye contact, looking at one of the bland walls. She then brought her gaze back to him.

Even though she did not notice, they had moved close to each other. House leaned a bit over her desk, Cuddy doing the same. There faces almost had touched. That gave Cuddy the impression that he might kiss her, which lead her into a small state of panic.

"I really do love you," he whispered into her ear. Cuddy looked straight into his eyes, and for once, at that very moment, Cuddy did not see the sparkle of sarcasm that always lingered in his eye when House had said "I really do love you."

Thank you for reading, and the reviews are greatly appreciated. Greatly greatlly greatly appreciated. This will be continued.

-LordXwee-