Here's chapter two. I'm gonna try to make this one a bit longer. And have some actual Huddy in it lol.
He keeps his eyes down as he runs, watching his legs as they eat up turf. Long powerful strides take him up the small hill. He's pleased to have reached his sixth mile, feeling good despite being drenched in sweat. Stopping at the crest of the hill, he checks his heart rate, after all, despite his pain free leg, he's still approaching 50. He lets out a small chuckle, satisfied that he's not about to have a heart attack, and stretches, enjoying the ease of movement, noting again the lack of pain. He wonders idly if he'll ever get over it, if he'll wake up one morning without expecting the throb of pain in his leg, and shrugs mentally, as if to rid himself of the thought. It wouldn't do to obsess over what might happen, when he should just be enjoying the freedom his leg was allowing him. Not only could he run, but maybe he was less miserable than usual, a theory he was going to test today.
Looking up, he can just make out PPTH in the distance, maybe three miles off. I can make it. His daily runs had lengthened as his wounds healed and stamina increased. Bounding off down the hill with renewed fervor, he made it to the front doors in record time. Still breathing hard, he headed into the clinic, winking at a startled looking nurse as he turned in the direction of Cuddy's office. Barging in without knocking as usual, hoping to maybe see her behind her desk, busy at work, so he could put that adorable annoyed expression on her face. Adorable, really? Come on man, get a hold of yourself. He was slightly disappointed to find her sitting there with Wilson, holding some medical files. He glanced over Cuddy's shoulder as he passed by, mostly to check out her cleavage, partly to examine the file she was holding. His breathing still a bit heavy, he brings his arms up behind his head.
"Did you run here?" Cuddy's incredulous expression matched Wilsons.
"Yep." He answered simply. "Whattya got for me?" Wilson tossed him the file he was holding. After quick perusal of the symptoms, he dismissed it quickly, "You're an idiot. Clotting issue. From your expression and the fact that Cuddy is holding a file for a 24 year old female… What do you really have for me?" He watched as they exchanged a look, Wilson rolling his eyes as a small smile graced Cuddy's lips. They must have been expecting that. He made a mental note to become less predictable in the future.
Cuddy was staring at his leg as stood before her."Leg looks good. No pain? The Ketamine treatment can wear off…" He cut her off quickly, "It's been 2 months, it's not wearing off. I'm FINE. Do you want me to thank you? THANK YOU Doctor Cuddy, for putting me in a Ketamine induced coma and changing my life. Now please, give me a case!" Her worried expression eased somewhat, and she smiled softly at the unexpected thanks. Wilson handed him another file, while Cuddy spoke. "24 year old collapses during an inverted yoga pose. Paralyzed from the neck down, but all scans show no spinal injury…"She pauses and quirks one eyebrow, "and she's cute." He stares at her for a moment before breaking into a smile, pointing at her,"Well played, sir..," he glances down at the file from Wilson," What about Stephen Hawking attempting the 500 butterfly." Wilson sighs, "It's diagnostically boring. Diagnosed with brain cancer, they removed the tumors, but he's pretty much a vegetable after surgery. We figure it was a suicide attempt." He holds out his hand to take the file back. House makes a quick decision," It's been years, muscles are probably atrophied. He just needs to be made more comfortable. I'll take both." He starts to leave, satisfied. "Wilson, Lunch later? Oh and you're invited too Cuddles." He leaves quickly, not before watching the slack jawed surprise on both of their faces.
He heads to the locker room, taking a quick shower and dressing. Taking the stairs up to his office on the fourth floor, he strides in, tossing both files on the conference table. After deflecting some questions from Cameron, which he'd expected, and going through some awkward congrats from Chase, which he hadn't, he got the team working on the cases. He earned strange looks from the team when he assigned tendon surgery for the wannabe swimmer. Ignoring them, he sent the ducklings off to do their tests, and then headed into his office. He paced back and forth while he let his mind wander, but not to the case, but to the person it always went to eventually. Why did I invite her to lunch? I mean its not a date or anything, its with Wilson… but do I want there to be a date? His pacing halted. He knew he was interested in her, that he found her… well attractive was not a strong enough word. She could handle his craziness, did so on a daily basis. Maybe I could work on being less of a pain in the ass… no. He stopped that thought in its tracks. That just wouldn't be him, and If she were to like him, it would be all of him. Did she like him? All the plans in the world would serve no purpose if she weren't interested. Of course she's interested. Why would she have kept me here for this long if she didn't? Then there was the sexual tension that permeated the air when their conversations, well, arguments really, got heated. His mind chased itself round and round. Suddenly he stopped. He sets off out the door, heading over to Wilsons office. He had an idea.
Well this seemed like a good place to end the chapter. Hope you all enjoyed. I'll try to update soon. Any reviews welcome!
