Through my Veins – A Cuddy & House Story
Inspired by James Blunt's "I really want you"
Disclaimer: House is owned by Fox and the Lyrics of "I really want you" belong to James Blunt. But this little story is mine =)
Authors Note: This is just a short, yet finished story about House and Cuddy that came into my mind while listening to the Song "I really Want you" by James Blunt. I hope you will like my little Story. Feedback is love, please let me know what you think. Its my first House/Cuddy, and the first in a really, really long time. Thanks in Advance!
Enjoy!
*** Chapter 1 ***
Inspired by James Blunt's "I really want you"
"I really want you to really want me
But I really don't know if you can do that
I know you want to know what's right
But I know it's so hard for you to do that
And time's running out as often it does
And often dictates that you can't do that
But fate can't break this feeling inside
That's burning up through my veins
I really want you
I really want you
I really want you... now
No matter what I say or do
The message isn't getting through
And you're listening to the sound
Of my breaking heart"
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It was cold outside; some snowflakes were falling from the grey sky. House didn't really notice, he was busy packing a bag. He eventually was humming to the music hammering from his sound system. He hadn't felt like this in weeks, which only encouraged him in his decision. He turned off the music when the song ended – and heard somebody knocking at the door furiously.
Slowly, he made his way and opened the door.
She stared at him for a moment. There was a smile on his face, which faded the very second he saw her. She took a deep breathe. "House."
He sighed. "What do you want, I'm busy right now... well actually I'm almost out of the door."
She entered the apartment, looked around. "What the hell is going on? Foreman called me and told me you are leaving. You didn't talk to me."
House closed the door. "There is a letter for you, I was going to drop it by when I was leaving, which is in about an hour. Since you're here you can take it now and get out", he said coldly.
"What?"
He walked over to the piano and took the letter. "Here."
"You can not leave. You work for me."
"No, I don't work for you. I work for the hospital, Cuddy. And I am taking some time off. I am not quitting the job... I talked to the team, and we decided Foreman will be head of the team until I come back – and if I won't, he will take over permanently. It was his idea. I wanted to tell them I am quitting right now, leaving the city on my brand new shiny horse, a knight riding out to fight a dragon..." Sarcasm shot in for a second, but he quickly became serious again. "But Foreman stepped up and told me he and the team will take care. They are good, Cuddy. They don't need me."
"So you are leaving cause your kids grew up and don't need Daddy's support any more?"
His voice started trembling. "Cuddy", he whispered her name quietly, then needed to take another deep breath, "you shouldn't even care. We are not friends any more, I think I got your message loud and clear, and more then once. Your clinic will be fine. It's taken care of. So... go back to your new life." He opened the door for her, holding it wide open.
"You are serious", she realized.
Slowly, she came closer, a million thoughts running through her mind. She hesitated a moment, right in front of him, looking into his bright blue eyes. When she did a step closer, he stepped back, holding up the letter, and looked away.
Her heartbeat stumbled, a second, maybe two. She reached out to take the letter, and walked to towards the car, not being able to look back.
He quietly let the door snap in and returned to what he was doing, not in the mood for singing any more.
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