To making it count
Takes place after the season 6 finale "Help Me."
The kiss House and Cuddy shared that night was one that should have happened a long time ago. Two people so different and yet so similar in so many ways finally coming together was truly earth shattering and all was right with the world once again.
As House held Cuddy in his arms after breaking apart from the kiss he looked into her eyes and saw something there he had never seen before. Hope. For so long, he had worked to make his life work for him and only him but now he had a reason to live for someone else. Someone he had known, admired and cared for, for years and now had all to himself.
That made him nervous. Could House truly be everything that Cuddy needed him to be? Not only as a loving and loyal partner but could he be something more? House thought of Rachel, the baby that Cuddy had adopted only a year and a half before. The little bouncing, baby girl with ten fingers and ten toes that House had in the past referred to as "the fetus" or more commonly "bastard child."
Looking back on that moment in his life left a sour taste in his mouth. House knew he could be an ass and that his reputation for being such had left him in more hot water then he care to admit, but he wanted to be better then that. He wanted to be the man that both Lisa and Rachel needed him to be…mainly because his other option was to stay a crippled, drug addicted misanthrope whose only friend in the world were some little white pills.
Could he do it? Only time would tell.
(What do you think? I know I haven't written anything in awhile but I thought I'd post this for old time sake. Let me know what you think.)