A.N.: Enter in my first o.c.. Hell it weill probably be my only o.c.. Miss Katherine May Crochet is a mesh of a lot of things. It is my personal belief, along with a very special friend of mine, that Cuddy was always very much in need of a friend all her own. This is where Katherine comes in. She is dedicated with love to my very special friend. You know who you are. Snob fangirls for life!
I don't own, yada yada yada.
It was another hour before Wilson and Cuddy finally headed back to their bedrooms. She had needed the release of those tears more than she was willing to admit. Unfortunately, though, that release was no replacement for the sleep she had needed. When she woke at five thirty thanks to the sound of the alarm, she was far from being ready to face the world. Still, she knew better than to give into her fatigue. She had a hospital to run and a contractor to choose. She forced herself to go through her morning yoga routine in Wilson's living room knowing that she needed to start her day off in the best way she possibly could. It was an abbreviated routine, but it was most definitely better than nothing. After her yoga she set about the job of starting the coffee to brew and turned on the tv to catch the early morning news. She was fully aware that Rachel would likely be waking soon so she also made it her mission to fish through the cabinets for something for her daughter to eat. She had forgotten to ask Wilson the night before what his usual early morning routine was. Hopefully she and Rachel would not get in the way too much.
From the coffee table she heard the strains of Lynyrd Skynard's Sweet Home Alabama and she cringed. She had completely forgotten to call Katherine after everything had died down, and the only reason her friend would be calling at such an ungodly hour would be because she had somehow found out about the incident.
Katherine May Crochet was her long time friend and constant pain in the ass, in the best of ways of course. She hailed from Montgomery, Alabama and had absolutely no qualms about speaking exactly what was on her mind at any given time. She had met Katherine her last year at Michigan, Katherine's first year. They bonded over a love of martinis, good looking men, and Bruce Springsteen. To this day it is only Katherine, Cuddy, and House himself who know all of Cuddy's history with House. From their one night stand, to her guilt over the infarction, and now, apparently, his car being driven into her dining room. Lisa loved her friend, but this was not at all the way she had wanted to start her morning off. She didn't have a choice though. There would be hell to pay later if she tried to avoid the call. It was better just face the consequences now. If she was lucky at all she would be able to stop her friend from hauling her ass to Princeton to start her very own search party for House simply to find him and kick his ass from here to kingdom come.
Taking a deep breath she braced herself for the onslaught, "Hello."
"Don't you fucking 'hello' me, Lisa Cuddy. Act all calm and serene, but I know the truth! Now are you going to explain to me why I had to get a call from Arlene Cuddy telling me that that stupid ass mother fucker drove his car into your house instead of a call from you? Explain yourself woman!" Katherine always had been straight to the point.
"Mom called you?" This confused Lisa. Why had her mother deemed it necessary to call in cavalry?
"'Course she called me! I'm your best friend! I should get to know when someone tries to kill you. Your mom is smart enough to know that. You, I am beginning to have doubts about. Are you sure you didn't sleep yourself to the top?" She wasn't serious, of course, but she figured she was getting the point across that she was pissed off being left in the dark the way she had been.
"Oh calm down, Katherine. I was going to tell you, but I was a little busy trying to figure out what I was going to do. It wasn't a slight against you." She settled herself down on the couch and crossed her legs in an attempt to get more comfortable, "So if you found out last night how did you keep yourself from calling me then?"
"I was being a fucking thoughtful person, Cuddy. You know what a great friend I am, but I have waited long enough. Explain yourself this instant."
"What is there to explain? I was having coffee with Julia, Ben, and Julia's bank friend, we move into the living room, and next thing I know House is parking his car in my dining room. He got out, handed me my hairbrush, and he left."
"Oh he brought the experimental hairbrush back. What a way to end it all." Katherine said in a knowing tone.
"I really need to stop telling you things."
"Bullshit you love me. Now where the hell are you now? I am assuming that you are not staying at the house."
"Of course not. James offered to let Rachel and I stay at his place."
"Oh hold up now! Cuddy are you absolutely insane? You can't stay with a guy. Specifically you can't stay with that guy. He is going to try and fix all your little problems, and by fix your problems I obviously mean stick his penis inside you."
That actually caused Lisa to cough on the coffee she had began sipping leisurely on, "Are you completely mental? Wilson is NOT going to try and sleep with me. We are friends. I know the concept is foreign to you, but you can in fact have friends of the opposite sex."
"You're right. It sounds to me like you are speakin a completely foreign language, but that doesn't make me wrong. He had tried to go after you before, but that blonde woman got to him before he could move to fast with you. You had better keep your eyes peeled when it comes to this one. He likes to seem all nice and good, but the minute you put your guard down he is goin to be pullin your panties down. Mark my words."
Lisa shook her head, "You are so full of it."
"Whatever, I am right. Now tell me, until the whole car in the house thing how was your date with creeper boy."
"He was not a creeper."
"Ha! Yes he was. He comes out of nowhere and just knows who you are. He was looking at those pictures way too hard, but thats not the point. How was the date?"
"It was not a date! It was just coffee!" Lisa insisted, "It was ok I guess. I won't ever be seeing him again, but it was ok."
"Well you can do much better than the creeper and the psychotic gimp anyway."
A rustling from the kitchen caught Lisa's attention and she flashed a smile and mouthed good morning to a very sleep deprived looking James Wilson, "Look Katherine I need to get Rachel up and ready. I have to go."
"We are not done yet by a long shot, but I will let you go. I am driving in to Princeton. Have your lunch available for me."
"What if I don't have time?"
"Make time, bitch."
Lisa rolled her eyes even though she knew Katherine couldn't see, "Fine. See you then."
"Give Rachel a kiss for me. Bye."
"Bye." She hung up the phone and moved into the kitchen, "I hope I didn't wake you up."
Wilson shook his head, "No my alarm clock did. You aren't the only one that has work today, you know."
She smiled and nodded, "Yeah I guess neither one of us can avoid it. I'm going to go get myself and Rachel ready. We should be ready to go in about an hour. Is that good for you."
"Yeah that's fine."
