Antes de esta Vida
A House, M.D. fan fiction
Rating: K+ (just to be safe)
Chapters: 3 of ?
Appearances by: House, Cuddy, Wilson, Old Team, New Team and probably a stray or two from nowhere
Disclaimer: I do not own House, M.D. the show, nor the characters, plot lines and everything in between. I only have my imagination.
A/N: Thank you for all those who have reviewed my story so far. All your comments have been very encouraging. The same goes to the people who placed story alerts on this fic. Please be patient for the Huddy interaction. This story may go into slightly AU mode but I want to keep them in character as much as possible.
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Chapter 3
It was almost 9pm by the time the last of the ER's patients were discharged, and the critical ones admitted. At 2pm, she still literally was keeping up on her toes, the picture of efficiency as she attended to the wounded while still on administrative mode. During those crucial hours when the influx of patients never seemed to stop, Lisa Cuddy realized that she had a very good hospital and an excellent team on her hands.
As she trudged wearily back to her office, Cuddy made a mental note to send an email to all the employees who had helped out in the ER crush. If she got some good PR out of this, she might even consider having a good dinner catered in the cafeteria as a reward of some sorts.
Her assistant was long gone by then so she didn't mind taking off her Christian Louboutins as she unlocked the outer door in her stockinged feet. Like any red-blooded woman, Cuddy loved her stilettos and designer shoes but really, they should come with a timer to give her feet a rest.
As she wearily hung up her lab coat and turned on the lamp on her desk, her gaze fell to the sunflower still in its vase. The edges of the petals had wilted a little but it was still upright. She'd forgotten to put the vase near the window so it could get a little sunlight. Call it sentimental but she wanted to keep this flower alive as long as she could. Not until she finds out who was the mysterious person who sent it…and the note.
Swiveling the chair to get her mug, she was surprised to find it gone from its usual place. Instead, a cheery yellow version brimming with the heavenly scent of tea sat on a coaster.
For a few seconds, she could only stare at the coffee cup as if it suddenly spoke a few words. Gingerly, she extended her hand to grab it, careful not to spill the liquid, and placed it on her desk. From the smell alone, she knew it was her favorite brand of chamomile tea.
She sniffed at the tea, checking to see if it smelled weird or had anything suspicious in it. Tired as she may be, Lisa wasn't stupid. For all the excitement of getting an anonymous marriage "proposal", she wanted to make sure she wasn't being drugged and dragged to Atlantic City anytime soon.
Taking a sip, she couldn't bite back the sigh of relief as the hot liquid went down her throat. The warmth spread to her fingers and toes, slowly dulling the throbbing ache that had persisted throughout the afternoon.
A small smile formed on her delicate features as she slowly turned in her chair. As she rotated, she glanced at the coaster where the cup had sat. Reaching across, she carefully pried the small blue Post-It stuck to its bottom.
"I hope you don't mind."
Taking her wallet from her bag, she carefully removed a slightly dog-eared piece of paper from its folds.
"Marry me."
The same distinct handwriting. Could it be him?
She read the two notes several times before carefully folding both and slipping them inside her purse again.
It would be so easy to jump into conclusions as to who could be responsible. But she was too tired to even think about who was behind all these and whether it was even worth believing.
A/N: This story is unbeta'ed so all mistakes are embarrassingly mine.