Through my Veins – A Cuddy & House Story
Inspired by James Blunt's "I really want you"
Disclaimer: House is owned by Fox and the Lyrics of "I really want you" belong to James Blunt. But this little story is mine =)
Enjoy!
*** Chapter 7 ***
House had spent the morning outside, walking the beach, and sitting in the cold. He needed to breathe the fresh air, trying to get her out of his mind, trying to get her out of his system once again
When Foreman had called around midday, it was almost a relief. The team and he had a long conference call discussing two cases. It felt good, his current drug. It always made him feel good. That's what he needed, this work, this job – and he admitted – the people. Wilson had been right; he had picked them for a reason. Not only because they were brilliant doctors, but also because they were interesting personalities, and they were able to learn how to handle and read him.
Even though they would never challenge him as Cuddy did.
Damn, he thought and closed his eyes, taking another breathe. He would never get rid of those thoughts. But well, how could he, she was his Nemesis. The right one. Maybe he always knew – or maybe he found out during the last year. Admitting feelings had never been easy to him.
And then, he did, and she was gone. Brilliant. He would suck as the knight in shining armour, right? He wouldn't even get on the damn horse.
He felt the dark, dangerous monster nagging inside, begging him to feed it. House sighed and shook his head. He wouldn't take medication again, wouldn't try to kill himself again. Life was interesting without drugs as long as he still had his work.
He leaned back, with his guitar on his lap, playing that song, again. Until his phone rang.
He ignored it for a while. But it didn't stop, so he picked up furiously. "What the hell do you want, I am busy here…"
"House…"
"Cuddy?"
"Yes, it's me."
He rolled his eyes. "Listen, I told you, you need to stop that. I am serious about that!"
"You can hang up or just wait a second and see what I have to say. I let you talk the last two days, too. Right?"
"Okay. You have three minutes."
"How generous. But that's fine. So listen… I thought about what you said. And I don't want to give up the friendship. I don't want you do quit and leave. I need you there. For your team – they are great without you, but you can make them shine even more – and for myself. I am good, I know that. Not as brilliant as you are, but still very good. My job doesn't allow me to work with patients as much as I would love to, and I am always happy to have a look into your things. It gives me the feeling to be a doctor again. Discussing things with you… keeps my brain in motion. Challenging me makes me a better doctor and I do think it does the same to you." She heard him breathing out loud.
"My talking time", she reminded him before he could say a word. "But honestly? We all could survive without that. It's just work. I just… don't want to live without you", she whispered into the phone. "I don't want to loose you. Maybe I tried to do the right thing and didn't realize I did the very wrong. Maybe I am just as you, trying to pretend, trying to protect myself and my heart. Maybe I can not accept… accept somebody wants me. Maybe I'm just afraid. I feared we would hurt each other too much; you wouldn't be getting along with Rachel, teaching her all the terrible things. I thought the baby would be too much for you. But mostly I feared to lose you forever…"
He heard a knock at the door.
"Listen, House, you are right, we can not always have everything we want but…"
It knocked, again.
"Damn", he murmured. "There is somebody at the door. Hold that thought."
He walked over to the door, opened it. And to his big surprise found Rachel standing at the doorframe, looking up to him. She took a step forward, stumbled but caught his good leg and laughed. "Cuddy", he said into the phone, watching the toddler laughing at him, "are you probably missing something?"
"Yes", she whispered. "I probably am." And with that, she hung up the phone and stepped to the hallway so he could see her. "I am probably missing you." She came closer, smiling as Rachel giggled again.
And their eyes locked once again. A million butterflies were flying around in her stomach when she spoke again, not sure if he would send her away once again. "I really want you to want me. And I really want you", she whispered so quietly, but he got it anyway. But when he smiled, she did, too. She reached out, let her finger run along his jaw line, stroking over his stubble. He hesitated. Was she just another hallucination? But he needed to try, again. And so he slowly bent over, touched her lips with his so softly she shivered. She wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer, making pretty sure she was real.
After a moment they heard the old couple from their first day coming up the hallway. "Look, these people, honey. First they are fighting, now they are making out in public. What a terrible behaviour."
And he couldn't resist, pulled back from her lips a bit. "Shut up", he hissed out loud, then went back to what they have been doing.
"Hut up", Rachel babbled, repeating him.
Cuddy pulled back, looking down at her daughter, and then staring at him. "See, it already started...", she smiled.
He grinned, and she started laughing until tears ran down her cheeks – once again – and he hugged her with a huge smile on his face and could feel her, running through his veins – once again.
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La Fin.
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Authors Note: This is the last Chapter. I hope you liked the story. Let me know what you think, please. Comments are love, and so are House & Cuddy :) As you guessed already, English isnt my first language, so thanks to my beloved Beta :)