Authors Note. Well thank you everyone for the pleasant reviews and knowing that people wanted me to continue this story made my day, Hope you all arent angry with the long wait, I just didnt know what to write but I think I did pretty well, it may be a little OOC, but thats why they call it Fan FICTION. Haha well enjoy and please feel free to review ALOT! Thanks Alot. -Angel
Vulnerable:
1. Susceptible to physical or emotional injury. 2. Susceptible to attack 3. Open to censure or criticism, easily influenced or tempted
Greg House woke up to the sound of the annoying repitition of an unfamilular theme song on the menu of "Baby Mama." He groaned and looked over to the other side of the couch, which was not occupied. He replayed the previous night in his mind. He came over to Cuddy's looking for something...he found her with a fever and extremely sick, he helped her? House shook his head, trying to remember why he came over here in the first place. He thought back to the previous morning.
He woke up, went to work, went to Wilson's...
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Who's there?" Wilson asked leaning on the door, knowing that it was House.
"Orange." House said smirking.
Wilson smiled slightly catching the joke. "Orange who?"
House replied with a child-like voice. "Oran'cha Glad I didnt Say banana?"
Wilson chuckled and opened the door as House walked in, he kicked off his shoes like he was invited to stay.
"So, uhm. Make yourself at home." Wilson said as House walked over to the fridge and grabbed two beers and threw one to Wilson.
"So, were you expecting some babe at your door instead of a handsome man with sparkling blue eyes?" House smirked watching as Wilson tripped over House's shoes that were on his feet only 2 minutes ago.
"Yeah, thats exactly why I am wearing boxers and a T, need to look good for the ladies." Wilson rolled his eyes and sat on the couch next to House.
"You taped General Hospital? Just for me, aww you shouldnt have." House said as he leaned back in the recliner.
"Well, its the episode where Alexis and Jerry end up making out under the table, and Diane and Max hide their relationship from Sonny! I thought you would be like totally devistated if I didnt record it for you."
Wilson said imitating a squeeky teen girls voice.
House shrieked. "Are you like totally serious?Im like so excited."
The two men sat in a scilence and watched the show.
House snapped out of his flashback to the sound of gagging. He sat up and painfully bent over to get his cane, which was laying neatly over his shoes. 'Weird' he thought.
Greg walked slowly to the room of Lisa Cuddy and put his ear to the door. When all he heard was a cough he opened the door without knocking.
Lisa Cuddy was a sight to see...Her hair was tangled and slightly damp, her face sweaty and red, and her toe nail polish was slightly chipped.
She bent over and hurled into the bucket at the side of her bed. Her face re-appeared and House smiled.
"What?" Cuddy asked in a cold voice. For she was in no mood to play one of his silly games.
House just stared at her and walked over to the end of her bed.
"WHAT?" Cuddy asked getting slightly irrated by his sudden scilence.
House smirked knowing he was doing what he did best...annoying the hell out of her.
"Nothing, is it a crime not having anything to say?" He knew that he would confuse her and he didnt care one bit.
Lisa shook her head her loose curls falling over her shoulders.
"Well, uhm no...But it is a little strange that the king of crude and sarcastic comments has absolutely nothing to say. Especially since me, your favorite target is sitting here sick as a dog and throwing up her last meal. Im just suprised, thats all."
House nodded, instead of speaking he walked over to the other side of her bed that has been unoccupied for as long as she could remember and sat down. Cuddy sighed and watched as he disrupted her allready messy bedspread and kicked the sheets and such to the floor.
"You are going to pick those up, then you are going to leave." Lisa was determined not to let House get his way.
"Well, knowing that you are sick and you may die...Me being the most wonderful and caring doctor at PPTH I simply cant do that."
Lisa rolled her eyes. Why is he doing this?
"Which one cant you do again?" She asked hoping he was talking about picking up after his mess.
"Both, you see I cant pick up your poorly chosen floral bedspread because I am a cripple, and I cant leave you here to die because that would be ungentalmany thing to do." He smirked knowing he had won.
"Why are you here House?" She wanted to know why he was acting so un-House like.
"Honestly Cuddles, I dont know...Its a little strange dont you think, we have known eachother for quite some time now, and yet I feel like you dont know me at all."
Cuddy shook her head confused as to what he was getting at.
"Since your life is missing something, and you think that you can fill that loneliness by having a child, I thought that maybe if you saw that I can cope perfectly well without a smelly rugrat, and so can you."
Cuddy hated him for knowing her weakness, she had wanted a child ever since her sister had her first child, and House was throwing it in her face ever so subtly that she may not ever get what she has always wanted.
"So basically you came over to my house, just because you were bored and Wilson was busy. So you thought 'Hey, why dont I go and make my boss feel like shit?' Does that ring a bell?" Cuddy snapped back at him.
"Im making you feel shitty? I gave you food so I wouldnt say that. Cuddy I came here cause you werent acting like you, so I wanted to figure out what the deal was. I Found you here sick and felt pitty, You are so pathetic! You complain that you are so sick of waiting for a man to come and rescue you, but Lisa you wont let anyone rescue you!"
They were both vulnerable and upset due to their own problems, who better to pick on than eachother and avoid their own problems?
Cuddy felt a sting inside her chest, That was a blow to her and she took it hard.
"Im pathetic? You're so bored with your own life that you had to come and figure me out, like a puzzle! Oh please House, stop playing the poor defensless man who lost a leg. GET OVER IT! You would have died without the surgery, most people would be thankful that they are still breathing. But you sit and whine like a child about how unfair it is that you are alive and pratically healthy except for your drug addiction, and how you cant walk evenly because your damaged. We all have our issues House, its crystal clear, but we deal with it in any healthy way possible. But your not normal, you are an egostical, rude, sarcastic, damaged, old man who needs to move on."
Two can play at that game, the one where both of the parties get emotionaly hurt and come to aknowlage the painfully hurtful truth that has been lurking inside hidden and forced to come out.
House and Cuddy were facing eachother on the bed, both of them scorched by eachothers words but deep inside they both know that all which was said was in fact true.
They stared into eachothers eyes, blue on blue. Both feeling everything from anger, hurt, and everything else you can possibly feel when the truth comes out that you have pushed back into the deepest parts of your mind, ignoring the facts and creating a different reality.
Cuddy's breath became quick and shaky, she felt tears start to spring into her eyes and she turned away breaking House's gaze. House sat watching this broken woman, this woman he had known for what seemed like ever. He watched as she rubbed her eyes, as she avoided his gaze.
"Lisa," House whispered. "Lisa look at me."
Cuddy tried to look over to the blue eyed cripple but couldnt force herself to, she was horrified of the thought of him, mocking her making her feel so insecure she would be forced into an insane aslyum.
House couldnt take it. He grabbed her by the jaw and forced her to look at him, He took a deep breath.
"We have some pretty screwed up lives, im the one who cant be fixed, and you're the one waiting to be fixed but wont let anyone try. I wasnt sure you had it in you, but you always suprise me." He stroked her cheek with his figer and let his grip on her jaw loosen and slip away. He got up and started to limp for the door.
"You need to stop underestimating me." Lisa whispered.
House stopped and looked at her, she was looking right back with a certain determination in her eyes.
"I can be cruel and mean and a horrible person, but I choose not to be unlike some people," She glared at him. "I give people a chance, and I dont judge them right off bat because people can suprise you at any given moment. You needed to know the truth, and so did I. You know you're not such a bad guy, I am starting to see past that. Now you're starting to see past me. It scares the hell out of me Greg. So here I am completely vulnerable and completely hopeless, I am just so sick of covering up everything."
By the time she was done speaking she had stood up and directly faced him.
House didnt say anything, he didnt make any emotion he had visable. But he lifted his hand and stroked a strad of hair out of her face.
"I am too, and your not so bad yourself, you just arent as perect as me, but thats okay." He smiled and she smiled.
They werent okay, but they would be.
"Now just turn your head to the left please." House asked Cuddy and slowly backed away.
"Why?" Cuddy questioned.
"You dont feel it comming, but your getting ready to hurl and sorrry but I just dont look good with Puke all over my face."
Cuddy did as she was told. House grabbed the bucket she was previously puking into and handed it to her after she threw up rice all over her floor. As Cuddy sat there on her knees bent over trying to keep everything in the bucket, she felt one of House's hands holding back her hair and the other stroking her back. She coughed and spit, it might not have been exactly how she pictured it but, he was rescuing her without even knowing it.
wonder why it is,
I don't argue like this,
With anyone but you,
I wonder why it is,
I wont let my guard down,
For anyone but you
We do it all the time,
Blowing out my mind