Alright so I'm Freaking out already because of all the promo's and hype going around about next Monday's episode, and then wham, my story was just plodding along minding its own business when this big bad monster of an idea crashes in. It just wouldn't let go, so I decided to roll with it. Kinda deviates from my original plan… but it shouldn't take too long. Just a chapter or two…or three. Anyways… enjoy!
House and Cuddy walked out of his apartment building together, he playing the gentleman and holding the door open, shielding their eyes from the bright sunshine outside. They stretched lightly, then both started off at a slow jog. She was so lost in the strangeness of the situation, how bizarre It was to be there, with House jogging easily beside her, that she didn't notice for nearly a whole block that he was looking at her, staring really. She checked herself over, trying to figure out what was so interesting.
"How do you do that?" He blurted. She looked down, and then back up before saying, "Well there are all these muscles, and they move the legs up and down like this," She exaggerated her movements, her tone one you would use with a child, "Look, you're doing it too." He simply shook his head, "No. I meant how do you manage to look so damn…sexy." His voice almost sounded frustrated. "Especially when you're wearing that!" He gestured pointedly at her outfit, a white sleeveless shirt that had shrunk in the wash and gym shorts with a tie at the waist. The shorts only stayed up because they were tied tightly around her slim hips, reaching down below her knees, while the gigantic arm holes on the shirt exposed her bra strap and the skin beneath it. She blushed at the unexpected praise, "Seriously? You think this is sexy? I'll start wearing oversized shirts and pants to work all the time now. Much more comfortable then my usual stuff don't you think?"
He unleashed a dazzling grin, "And I bet that's easier to get off too, none of those pesky buttons." His smile made her heart rate speed up, even as she rolled her eyes at the comment, not caring if he could see them or not. This new House, so different yet still the same…she was falling for him, falling hard, and for once in her life, she wasn't scared of what would happen when she hit the ground.
She poured on some speed, pulling into the lead, throwing a challenging smile over her shoulder, "Race you! If you win I'll let show you just how easy it can be." She heard his low grunt of effort as he picked up his pace, even with her for a few steps before his long legs gave him the lead. She exulted in this, thankful that he had pushed for this, that he knew her well enough to know she would love this. Faster and faster they went, full on sprinting down the sidewalk. She managed to pull ahead just as she reached the street crossing, and the events that followed would always be fuzzy in her mind… but House…his mind would always remember this with crystal clarity.
He had slowed a bit, wanting to surge forward at the last moment for a surprise victory, and she'd sailed past him. As he watched she approached the street crossing, and at the last minute she threw a triumphant smile over her shoulder at him, he almost missed it, his eyes focused as they were by the small blue sedan approaching, going much too fast, obviously not seeing the woman running full tilt into the road.
He felt fear flash down his spine to lodge itself deep in his belly, and he reached his hand out to stop her, somehow knowing he would be too late. The driver finally noticed her and slammed hard on the brakes, veering away from her, and House would think later what if that fucking idiot had been paying attention, or what if he had not seen her until it was much too late. The driver's efforts paid off, and instead of head on, which would have killed her instantly, her left side was simply clipped by the rear of the car.
She was launched into the air, slamming down headfirst on the pavement. She didn't move. He found himself kneeling at her side with no recollection of how he'd gotten there. His eyes traveled along her body, cataloging her injuries, before his eyes reached her face. A bruise was forming on her cheek, and he caressed it lightly with his fingertips before choking out," Lisa… Lise baby open your eyes. I need you to open them up for me sweetheart." He gripped her right hand in his, squeezing it tightly. Her eyes fluttered open slowly and locked with his, "Greg… it hurts." Her voice shook with it, and his stomach dropped.
The ambulance arrived quickly, and he piled into the back with her, keeping his hold on her hand. "Go to Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. She's… she's the dean of medicine there." The EMT nodded and left to tell the driver. The other began to cut through her clothes, baring her already bruising flesh on the left side. He was sure that her ribs on that side were broken, and her arm, possibly her humerous. There were large scrapes on her arms and legs from the rough pavement, and when he ran his fingers delicately through her hair he felt a wound on her scalp.
He stayed with her as she was loaded out of the ambulance, letting the EMTs tell the nurses what to do, mumbling reassurances to her, anything to keep her eyes open. The morphine drip the EMTs put in took the edge off the pain, and she was able to smile reassuringly at him, trying the ease the worry that seemed etched into his features. It did seem to erase it slightly, enough for him to quirk his lips into a passable grin, and he leaned his head down to press his lips to her forehead.
Don't be mad! I was going to continue but I've decided to split up the chapter. The next bit should be up soon. I didn't really want this to be a drama, but I couldn't help it, shouldn't stay like this for too long, as I will probably use some time lapses later on…. Reviews anyone?
