"What you know about me? What is there that I haven't told you?" he inquired angrily. His voice rose so loud, some of the diners toward the front looked back at him. It was beginning to become a scene. Oh no.
"I don't know. Sometimes I think you and Wilson cooked up that scheme of rehab and you never really went," she spat back, thinking of something absurd.
"Oh, because I really didn't want to get better after scaring the shit out of you? Didn't you hear what I just said? I'm sorry, Cuddy, I really am!" he started to sound like a six year old with a broken vase at his feet.
"Fine. I'm dropping the subject so we can eat, but don't think I won't bring it up again," she said. "And the whole rehab comment was a bit out of line. You really do look better."
"Well, thanks for that," was the last thing he said before eating his dinner.
After dessert, which was actually pretty good, the two looked at each other again before the bill was laid out on the table both grabbed for it at the same time. House looked surprised, once again, that Cuddy would try to pay for a dinner that HE brought HER to.
"Um, I'll take care of it," House said, staring into her eyes, wondering what she was thinking.
"I thought I'd pay for the wine," she replied simply.
"No, trust me it's okay. I'll pay for the wine," he whined playfully.
"Fine it's just that sometimes my dates—oh shoot," she slapped her forehead, remembering this probably wasn't a date.
"Lighten up! You're like a constant downer, aren't you?" House rolled his eyes. He didn't feel she should pay for dinner, and that she should not have to if she was on a date. Then HE slapped his forehead.
"Is this monkey see monkey do?" Cuddy asked.
"Nope. Just called this a date in my head," he replied.
"Is this a date?"
"I'd consider it one. Let's go," House said after throwing $200 in the bill holder. The waiter asked politely if he wanted change and House said no. They walked back to House's car. Once inside, Cuddy turned to him again, wondering why he'd paused before turning on the car. Anyway, she was too tired, and a little too tipsy to care. He drove off down the street and started to drive her home. When he approached the second corner though, she saw a pair of headlights in the distance at the end of the road, but House kept driving. It was coming closer now, and House had nowhere to go. What was he going to do? Cuddy was completely helpless to the situation. House grumbled and started to think of what to do. Then, at the last second, House swerved right even further, and the other car hit the one behind him; the second car hadn't followed him. He pulled over and started to get out of the car.
"Where are you going?" Cuddy asked breathlessly. She couldn't believe what just happened could have happened to her.
"To help! Come on!" House hobbled toward the wreck. His only thought when he approached the wreaked car was it could have been him. Why hadn't it been him? Maybe it was Cuddy, or he was now at the hands of fate. Fate was in control for the first time in forever.