A Sparkle of Sarcasm

A Huddy Fic
-And for once, at that very moment, Cuddy did not see the sparkle of sarcasm that always lingered in his eye when House had said "I really do love you."-

Disclaimer: I do not own House, the cast, crew, directors, producers, or anything. But I do own some cheese, and Dr. Natalie.

A/N: Wow. Thank you bandgeek111, parke-dude, pokeitlikejello, HuddyTheUltimate, Critical Blues, Ant1984, Sinister Scribe, Sans Amoure (AKA S.A), llama-sama, scheggia, insanehouseaddict, and the anon. reviewer for reviewing the last chapter. Sorry for the double cliffhanger but I like plot twists. Onto chapter 7!


Wilson looked down at House with an odd stare, "That's...your name."

House looked back up innocently to Wilson, "Then what's your name?"

Cuddy muttered something under her breath as Wilson continued his attempt at whatever he was trying to prove, "James. James Wilson. Your only friend."

House shot him a quizzical stare, one that showed sheer confusion, "I don't have friends?"

"House, you don't remember anything? At all?" Wilson asked.

"No, not really," House replied. It had sounded a bit odd to not hear some sarcastic comeback come from him.

Wilson turned his attention to Cuddy, "What should we do?"

"Get the doctors," House interjected.

"I'm a doctor, Wilson here is a doctor," Cuddy took a pause, "and you're one too." There was an uncomfortable silence. Cuddy felt horrible. One of the best medical minds forgot everything he ever knew. Yes, it would be good if you could change his personality, but it would be hard to make up all those years of college and hard work. Nothing would be the same.

"Am I a good doctor?" House asked, breaking the silence. Cuddy bit down on her bottom lip. She felt like she was going to breakdown at his obvious questions. Wilson could see her pain.

"I'm sorry, but I think we have to discuss something in private. I'll be back to check on you later," Wilson said. Cuddy gave a slight nod and left the room. Wilson followed behind her.


"What do you think?" Foreman asked as he and Chase walked down a hallway.

"Think what?"

"About Cuddy and House. What do you think happened?"

"Isn't this how rumors start?" Chase said, directing away from the question. He felt uncomfortable about the subject.

"So? Don't you think it's suspicious? Cuddy did look pretty distressed," Foreman pointed out.

"Yea. Someone got hit by a car and got injured. It's a time of great joy."

"You hate House."

"Doesn't mean I want him dead," Chase shot back. He had an annoyed tone to his voice. Foreman detected it, but decided to keep going on.

"What's wrong with you?"

Chase just shook his head and swerved off to the right. Foreman stood alone, watching Chase walk down the hospital's corridors. What was his problem?


"Cuddy-"

"-Wilson, I'm not alright. Stop caring," Cuddy said. Wilson had followed her back to her office when all she wanted was to be alone for a bit.

"You're hurt, I have to care."

"No," Cuddy argued, "You think you have to care. You don't."

"Listen to me-"

"-No!" Cuddy yelled, "I don't want to! Just let me be alone!"

Wilson stood, mouth slightly agape at her sudden reaction. He wasn't stupid, he knew she felt bad, and he didn't mean to push her over the edge. He was concerned for his friend and his boss. He didn't know what happened. Now he didn't want to know.

Wilson was walking out, but before he left he said, "I just don't want you to think it's your fault."

Cuddy sat at her desk. Finally, it was silent. Wilson had left. She thought about what he has said before walking out the door, but she couldn't think that when it was her fault.


After cooling down a bit and wiping some tears, Cuddy came back into House's room.

"Oh, hello," House greeted her, "I'm sorry, I don't think I know your name."

"Lisa Cuddy," she replied, "How are you doing?"

"My leg hurts a lot."

"Your right leg?" House nodded. Cuddy felt another pang of guilt. His leg would be messed up more then it was before, and the pain would be worse. Cuddy saw his jacket over on a chair and reached her hand into one of the pockets. Sure enough, there was his familiar orange bottle of Vicodin.

"What's that?"

"Vicodin," Cuddy said, coming back over to his bed, "It's for the pain."

Cuddy took out some pills and gave it to him. House looked at them for a bit, then swallowed them. Unsure of what to do or what to talk about, Cuddy left. After she was gone, House smirked as saw the bottle of Vicodin.


News of House being hurt spread across the hospital and eventually got to Natalie. She learned from a nurse that he had got hit by a car and had severe amnesia. She then quickly found his room and came in to see him sleeping.

"Doctor House?" Natalie asked gently. House moved a little bit and slowly opened his eyes to see her there.

"Natalie," House said, a bit too groggy from waking up. At the same time, Natalie and House both noticed his mistake.

"You're faking the amnesia," Natalie bluntly said.

House looked at her, knowing he was screwed. There wasn't really a way to cover it up, since he just blurt out her name. Natalie was smart enough to analyze the situation.

"Yes," House muttered.

"Why? Why would you do something like that?"

House took a nervous glance at his Vicodin bottle, then turned his attention back to Natalie, "I don't know."

"House, I'm sorry," Natalie said without making eye contact, "I have to say something."

"No you're not," House commanded. Natalie still didn't make eye contact but he could tell she would. She was like Cameron, she had to be a good person. That was why he had hired her in the first place.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, turning around and leaving the room.


"Doctor Cuddy?" Natalie asked, coming into Cuddy's office. Cuddy whipped around to see Natalie in her doorway. Cuddy could see that Natalie didn't bring good news. What happened? Was it House?

"I'm sorry, but I have to tell you something."


Cuddy burst into House's room.

"Hello Doctor Cuddy," House said with a cheery tone

"Don't 'Doctor Cuddy' me you bastard," Cuddy replied, "What were you thinking?"

House blinked. Natalie had told her. "Cuddy-"

"Shut up right now House," Cuddy gave him the death glare, "Do you know how worried I felt? How guilty I felt? For what? You actually tried to make this be a nice night, I could tell from the start. You actually cared. You saved me from that stupid car! Why did you have to pull this little stunt?"

House gazed at her. He knew that this was it for them, that she wouldn't want him again. He had no answer for her, he didn't know why he played this game. It was the pain talking. He just wanted the drugs. House again looked at the orange bottle of Vicodin on the table, and Cuddy had caught him staring.

"Really? Because of your stupid Vicodin? That's all you want. Your drugs," Cuddy exclaimed, grabbing the bottle and throwing them onto the bed, "Fine, take them, because that's all you'll have."


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-LordXwee