Disclaimer: They do not belong to me. One-shot.
As They are
She slips into his room silent, sees him resting on his left side with his left leg straightened out and his right bent at the knee. His head is resting on his left arm, his forearm over his head and his pianist hand resting on his ear. His right hand reaches across the right side of his bed as if reaching for something. Or someone. Not for the first time she wonders if she did the right thing in giving up on him, in settling for a 'lighter' version of him. The familiarity and banter that existed between them before his breakdown is finally starting to show signs of life and she wonders if that will affect her current relationship. Her name slipping out of his lips startles her from her thoughts.
"Cuddy, what are you doing in my room? Here to make all my fantasies come true? 'cause if you are the only things missing right now are the school girl uniform, the pole, and some stripper music… though if you decide to skip all of that and just take your clothes off… well I'm okay with that."
She smirks at the classic House diatribe and tries to remember why she's there in the first place. "I've been paging you all night." She slips further into his room to hand him a blue folder. He rolls to his back, pushes himself on his elbows, and scoots up on his bed until his back is pressed against the headboard but does not reach for the folder. "Fifteen year-old male, presenting with dizziness, impaired vision, and loss of motor control in lower extremities--"
"—translation: he's the son of a wealthy donor who wants the "best" doctor on the case." He smirks and crosses his arms across his chest.
She lifts an eyebrow at him. "Well, yes, but since the best is not available, he'll have to settle for you."
A frown mars his features as he reaches for the folder, and only then realizes that she has once again told him he's not good enough.
"house, I didn't mean—"
"I have to call the rest of my team, see yourself out."
She turns on her heal and leaves the room.