A Valentine-Story
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Spoiler: 'a christmas carol' by Charles Dickens
Raiting: T
Summary: Three ghosts visit House while Cuddy is sleeping in his bed.
Feedback: Reviews will bring you luck for your love-life. ;D
Note: Hi there!- I´m still without beta, so this might be a little rough english, I apologize once more.
"Men's courses will foreshadow certain ends, to which, if persevered in, they must lead. But if the courses be departed from, the ends will change." C. Dickens
Prolog
New Year's Eve 2007/08; short before midnight.
"What´s your New Year's resolution this year, Dr. House?" She pulled her coat closer around her body as she stepped out on the hospital-roof. She´d knew, she would find him here. He always hided on the roof, when he, like today, had been forced to go to a fundraiser.
"Pay less money for more hookers." House turned around half and lifted a brow.
"Could be troublesome... The inflation next year will be immense." Cuddy stayed serious.
He just grinned.
"Wanna know my New Year's resolution, House?"
"Let me guess: Earn more money for screwing less suitors?"
"Funny." She hit his arm but smiled. "I resolve to dare more this year..."
"A threesome, maybe?" he watched her interested
"House!" Cuddy hit him again, but let her hand linger on his arm. "Funny, really funny.- That leads me straight to my second resolution this year..." she placed her second hand on his neck and stood on her toes, so they were nearly face to face. Under her hands felt how his muscles got tense. She licked her full lips with amusement. House watched her closely.
"What would that be?" he tried hard to take his eyes off her mouth.
"An effective way to shut you up." she mumbled, before she pulled him down to herself and kissed him.
Stave 1: Wilson´s ghost
13.02.08; 11 o´clock at the evening
House laid on his side in his bed, facing him laid Lisa Cuddy and slept. She was naked like him and one of her curls tickled her nose, so she twitched it like Nicole Kidman in 'Bewitched'. Cute. House smiled and tucked the strain behind her ear. She looked so different, while she was sleeping. So soft and less stubborn. He liked that. But he also liked her awake. So damn stubborn... He waved his head and smiled. His hand played gently with her brown dark curls. Maybe she would wake up from it and then they could fight a bit because he woke her up and he never ac carefully with anybody at all... He smirked... And afterwards he could make sweet slow lov-
"Fuck!" as if he burned himself he pulled his hand away. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." House cursed. As fast as he could with his right leg he stood up, left his bed-room and hobbled into his Kitchen. To his relief seemed still fast asleep. The last thing he wanted was to talk with her about the reasons that made him leave his bedroom cursing in the middle of the night. He didn´t even want to think about it all by himself let alone talk about it... Love Cuddy.- He had considered himself smarter. What they had was sex. Not only sex.- No, they had fantastic sex indeed! And he wouldn´t ruin it with stupid feelings...
Grumpy he took a coffee-cup out of his cupboard in doing so another cup fell out and hit his shoulder before it smashed on the floor.
"Great!" House placed his cup on the counter and hobbled, watching his steps because of the splints, to get a broom. As he turned around he froze in motion. In front of him sat Wilson in a red night grown, a red silly hat and a closed book on his lap on the kitchen-counter.
"Oh! But he was a big-headed stubborn jerk, House. A nasty, cynical, grasping, mean,
grumpy, cowardly, old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster..." Wilson smirked and luffed his legs.
"I´m hallucinating... That cup must´ve hit me harder than i´d realized." House said matter-of-factly.
Wilson rolled his eyes. "The cup hit your shoulder, House. Not your head.- I´m a ghost!"
"You´re an idiot!" House growled. "You look like Papa Smurf, who lost his blue color."
"Tut tut, Gargamel." Wilson mocked. "How are you talking to your good ghost?"
"I apologize." House tried to look serious. "Really, I´m so so sorry! But you still gonna give me my pumpkin-carriage, right?"
"House, I said: 'good ghost' not 'good fairy'." Wilson waved his head and drummed his fingers on the backside of his book, which laid still unopened on his lap.
"Whatever" House rolled his eyes unnerved
"You´re right. We have better to do." Wilson grinned. "Or rather, you have better to do... I have a message for you. " with this he opened his book cleared his throat and started reading: "How it is that I appear before you in a shape that you can see, I may not tell. I have sat invisible- Wait a minute, that doesn´t fit." Wilson skimmed through the pages of his book. "Here it is!"
"Thank god!" House cut in sharply.
Wilson glared at him, cleared his throat and read along. "You will be haunted by Three Spirits. Expect the first to-morrow, when the bell tolls One..." Wilson looked up. "Or when your alarm-clock turns to one o´clock."
"Proper advice, really helpful." House sniffed.
Wilson ignored him. "Expect the second on the next night at the same hour. The third upon the next night when the last stroke of Twelve has ceased to vibrate.-Well." Wilson watched House again. "I´m a bit late, so we cut the whole thing. All three spirits in one night. Expect one spirit every hour this evening."
"I´m grateful..." House wiggled his brows. "And now get lost before..."
Before House could finish his sentence the ghost-Wilson faded away slowly while he was smiling like the cheshire cat. Shaking his head House stood alone in his kitchen. Right after cleaning up he would swallow two Vicodin and would read a medical article...
"Greg?"
House flinched. Sleepy and wearing just an old shirt, Cuddy stood in the kitchen-door and looked at him in question.
"Why are you out of bed? Is it your le- damn!" Cuddy cursed and jumped on one leg. She had stepped into a splint, while she had went near him.
"Stop jumping around!" House ordered her crudely let go of the broom and made his way through the splinters to Cuddy, who was still cursing but stood now on one feet. With one hand she supported herself on the counter to hold her balance.
"Here are splints everywhere." he glared at her, while he laid his hands on her hips.
"No kidding, mr super- Hey!" With one smooth move he lifted her up onto the counter.
"Are you crazy?" Cuddy hissed and glared at him.
House thought about his meeting with Wilson. "Eventually." he grumbled. "Stay put. I´ll get a med-kit... You´re bleeding all over my kitchen." With that he turned around and hobbled carefully out of the room. He hated blood. Well, not really. He was a doctor, damn it. But he hated seeing Cuddy hurt. He just couldn´t stand it. After two minutes he returned with the med-kit. While he was treating Cuddys wound carefully he didn´t said one single word. After he finished, he cleaned the kitchen-floor. Cuddy watched him in silence.
Ok, this was the first part out of five I´d already posted in german. The next part will be called 'the first of the three spirits' and would be the ghost of Stacy as the spirit of the past love.
I haven´t translated it yet, but will do so, if you´re interested into it further. So if you want more, tell me.