Disclaimer: I do not House
A/N: I'm baaack haha. Alright you all are probably wondering "WHEN IS THIS SUPPOSED TO TURN HUDDY" well I'm sorry to say that I'm not sure.... but I promise this isnt over yet. This will be Huddy no matter what just be patient lol. I am just stalling a bit, sorry! I dont want to end this story just yet especially if I end up getting even madder at Cuddy's character. so plesae be panot tient
Thanks to everyone who has reviewed! You guys are just AWESOME! And I'd like to apologize for having such a short chapter
Shout out to my temporary beta (who is usually very busy so it was very nice of her to check this out), Rei.
Thanks to my usual beta, not - lupus . everybody - lies, for sending edits last minute! You rock!
Please enjoy!
The red light shone from the clock sitting on the bedside table. Cuddly looked at the numbers aimlessly. 4:00 am. She'd never really been known to have any sleeping problems, but that night she felt completely, and utterly restless. When she tried to close her eyes to sleep, she'd instantly start tossing and turning. The only thing that really kept her still was watching the clock as it turned from 4:01 to 4:02.
She furrowed her brows, frowned, and let out a soft groan as she realized that in less than three hours the garbage truck would be coming around to her street. This wouldn't usually bother her, but the fact that she had House's belongings amongst her other garbage made her a little uneasy. In three hours, she'd lose all of House's stuff forever. It would join a large pile of trash at the city dump and she'd never see any of it again.
Cuddy attempted to put the thought of losing what little memorabilia of House she had left being in the trash to the farthest back of her mind. She took deep breaths and just focused on how wonderful her fiancée was, and how close she was to having the family she had always dreamed of. The probability of them all going to the park on the weekend and having a picnic. All of them running and playing and having fun. Not that she held House's leg injury against him. It was her fault after all.
As she finally began to calm herself down, her eyes closed and she took a deep breath as the darkness began to consume her. A smile formed on her face as she dreamt about what future she would have with Lucas. The great things they could all do as a happy-go-lucky family. The one thing she almost couldn't have because of… she didn't even want to think of his name at the moment. She just wanted to live in her fantasy, even if only for a moment.
Her dream suddenly turned around when her eyes were unexpectedly turned to House who stood on the other side of the lush, green fields. She saw his smiling face, though it looked vague. Was she really starting to forget how he looked? She had no current photo of him, only ones from years ago and most hid a majority of his features. Nonetheless she saw him smiling lovingly at her, the same smile from one of the pictures taken at the party they danced at in Michigan. He motioned for her and Rachel to come join him. Was he suggesting to maybe having a happy family with him?
Cuddy turned to Lucas and saw that he held a similar smile urging her to stay with him. Could she have no peace even in her dreams? She turned back to House and suddenly saw him begin to fade. It seemed that if she didn't go to him right there and then she'd lose him for all eternity. This couldn't be the case in her dreams. She was aloud to dream of him wasn't she?
She reached for her necklace and clutched it tightly as she watched House disappear slowly. Time couldn't be moving that fast. She felt around her next and realized that the lovely necklace recently returned to her was no longer there. She looked down and saw it to begin to fade. What did that mean? That if she didn't choose House that she'd also lose the necklace that rightfully belonged to her?
A plane had out of the blue appeared a short distance from House and he turned towards it and began to limp to its open door. Why had it suddenly appeared? Was it there to remind her that House was gone? Was it there to take him out and away from her dreams? No. It was coming for something much more precious. It was coming to pick up her memories and take them as far away from her as possible. She couldn't let that happen, not when she still had a chance, no matter how small, to retrieve them.
Quickly, she began to run towards House as he got closer and closer to the plane's staircase. She began to breathe hard, tiredly as well as worriedly, as she notice House begin to get farther away from her the faster and longer she ran. How had her sweet dream turned into a nightmare? He was so close and yet so far away. She reached out for him as he reached for the railing and just as she was about to grab his arm he, along with the plane, suddenly disappeared.
It flew off quickly as she stood there helplessly watching him fly away. He didn't even say goodbye. He didn't say it the first time and he didn't do it this time. The only difference was that this was her dream and she actually had a chance to stop him, but instead she watched miserably as the plane took off and took him away from her, again.
Immediately, her eyes shot open and she nearly jumped out of bed. She turned to the clock and it was only 5:15am. She still had two hours before the garbage truck got there. She might have had to let House go, but it didn't mean she had to let everything else go. Thank god Lucas said that he had thrown the box away here or else she didn't know what she'd do.
As quietly as she could, she crept out of bed and quickly put on something warm. She then silently tiptoed out of bed and went to put on some shoes before she went out into the cold, dark morning. She went down her driveway to the trash bins and opened them. She began to search, even though she thought it was disgusting since last night's dinner had been the last thing they threw out, but she was more than determined to get that box back.
Her search came to a halt when she saw the lights in her house turn on the door open to reveal a concerned looking Lucas. Cuddy bit her lip and cursed as she realized that she had been caught. She stood up and watched as Lucas approached her almost disappointedly. She gave him a faint weak smile as he frowned and furrowed his brows. She wasn't going to lose them both.
"Lisa, is there something you want to tell me?" He asked her softly. "Like, do you even want to go on with this marriage because I just want you to be happy and if you love House…" He trailed off.
Cuddy furrowed her brows before she placed a hand on his arm lovingly and made him look at her. "Lucas," She began as she smiled at him tenderly. "I love you and only you. I just, I guess I just missed House a little." She sighed weakly and gave a small pout as she looked down.
Lucas smiled and wrapped his arms around her. "It's alright, I understand." He told her as she looked up at him. "He was a big part of your life and, don't deny it, you used to like him a little bit." He informed her obviously. "Just tell me, do you still love him because you don't have to marry me." He told her sympathetically.
Cuddy closed her eyes and took a chance. "I don't have to but I want to." She told him softly and saw his smile widen which she returned halfheartedly. What ever repercussions she was worried about either have to go away or she'd have to live with it because now she couldn't get out of this mess without hurting both Lucas and herself.
"Lets go inside and rest, you have a busy day tomorrow," Lucas smiled jokily held Cuddy warmly against his chest and began to head into the house.
Cuddy snuggled into her fiancée's chest affectionately as he led them both into their cozy home. Before they could step in a loud noise passed them and Cuddy looked up to see a plane fly across their dwelling. Planes rarely fly over their house and Lucas just wore a quizzical expression. Cuddy knew though, it was the world's way of announcing that there was no going back for her, and that she'd have to deal with the consequences whether she wanted to or not.
The digital clock turned 7:30am and Cuddy was getting ready for work. She heard the trash truck pull up to her house. Cuddy closed her eyes to reframe herself from running outside and stopping them. She took a deep breath as she heard the claw grab the bin and let it out when she heard the truck inevitably pull away.
That was it. All she had left was the things she was able to save and she knew those were going to be found soon and thrown away as well. Maybe if they ever decided to move into a bigger house it'd get lost. For now she'd either have to cherish them or try to forget them. Either way, they were just memories; and everyone knows that all memories fade sooner or later.
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Wilson sat in his living room as he packed up the last of House's left behinds. He looked back at the small box, still unclosed, and saw some envelopes peaking out. He tapped his fingers on the recently packed box and sighed with a horse-ish sound as he eyed it curiously. His leg began to bounce up and down at a rushed pace, and his curiosity soon got the best of him as he leaned to the side and grabbed them. He dropped a few, leaving one freshly sealed envelope in his grasp. With a sigh, he turned it over and opened it slowly, unsure of what he would find. Pulling out the piece of paper, he began to read.
Dear Lisa,
A/N: Ooooh did Lisa just make a totally bad move? What will that lead to? hehe I am evil aren't I? Do any of you guys want to now what House put in the letter? I'll let you vote:
Show the letter in the next chapter
or
Don't show it at all
I hope you all like it and don't worry Cuddy is NOT insane. She is just conflicted like a lot of people. Reviews are all appriciated!
-Jessica
