Chapter 7
"You let them saw off my leg?" House shouted at Cuddy, who was crying.
"It was that or let you be in a wheel chair because you have one leg working and the other paralyzed. Which option did you want?"
"I wanted my fricking leg, that's what I want. They're supposed to give me a fricking consent paper, aren't they?"
"Now you know how most of your patients feel," she shot back, then immediately regretted what she'd said.
House glared at her. "Lisa Cuddy, you play hard. Even 'til the end, even when it seems you're enemy is done for, you still try to fight. Why? Because you're heartless and cruel, that's why. You don't care about anyone or anything but yourself and your title 'Dean of Medicine.' And, please, try to think of a comeback to the truth."
She looked at him, shocked. He was right, she was cruel and horrible. Why did she want to hurt him so bad? Why couldn't she just move on with her life instead of trying to get back at House for all the horrible things he did to her? But after all the pranks and things, was it really all that bad?
"You're not my enemy," Cuddy found herself saying. "You never have been. I don't know...I don't know why I want to keep hurting you, but I do, and I always regret it. I'm sorry."
That was not what House had expected. And then, for whatever reason, he reached up and kissed her. And it wasn't just a peck-on-the-cheek kiss; it was an all-out tongue war. He pulled apart leaned back onto the bed after the taste of Lisa. "Then are you going to stop hurting me?"
She took a deep breath, took up his hand, and said, "I'm not sure. I don't want to hurt you anymore, House. But at the same time, I'm not sure if I ever can stop hurting you. I know you still want to be with me, it's kind of obvious, but I want a relationship where someone stays with me no matter what, instead of being fair-weathered. I can't get hurt anymore, I can't be abandoned anymore."
"Lisa," he said, squeezing her hand, "I was always there. You left me."
Cuddy's tears were making rivers now, as she realized that it was the truth. He may have been on Vicodin but he was still there. He still cared, still had feelings for her. She cut off his leg, killed the little bit of caring he had left in him, and she was blaming him. No, she was the monster. She was the one leaving. This was all her fault.
"Can you forgive me?"
House looked at his once-was leg. "I don't know."
"I screwed up."
"Psh, you think?"
Cuddy looked down, unable to say anything more. House lifted her chin and looked into her watery eyes. "But, even though you screwed up big time, I still love you Cuddy."
"I love you too, House," she replied. They kissed again for what seemed like forever, tears still running down Cuddy's face. One tear even ran down from House's eyes, but she didn't notice he was crying from her tears. They pulled apart, Cuddy smiling at him. "What do you say we give this relationship another go?"
"I'd like that. But what about Dominika?"
"That's what they have divorce for," she answered. House considered this, knowing he'd be in big trouble for this whole marriage mess he got himself into, but it'd be worth it.
"I love you Lisa Cuddy."
"I love you too, Gregory House." With that, House knew that even though he'd lost a part of himself that would change him forever, he at least gained something that made him the happiest man ever: a bitching prosthetic. Oh, and Lisa Cuddy.
The End...hope you liked it :)
