Title: Leave the Light On
Author: i luv ewansmile
Summary:Lisa Cuddy's world was tumbling into a dark abyss, all her hard work and nothing to show for it, she was still miserable, if only one doctor could have the cure for her bleeding heart. Huddy. A different spin starting from the kiss scene in "Joy" 5x06.
Disclaimer: I do not own House, nor do I make any profit.
Chapter 9
"…Tho I keep searching for an answer,
I never seem to find what I'm looking for
Oh lord, I pray
You give me strength to carry on,
Cos' I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams
An here I go again on my own
Goin' down the only road I've ever known,
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
An I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time
But, here I go again,
Here I go again…"
House turns his head at the sound of the intrusion, thinking Wilson has gotten a lot faster or else he's blacked out a bit. But soon catching the sound of high heels clicking, before he has the audacity to appear embarrassed as she stepped into the room, his eyes take in the magnificent sight that was Lisa Cuddy.
Her gorgeous brown locks were in elegant waves flowing around her face and shoulders, her satin dress the color of royal blue, is as beautiful and stunning as the person wearing it. House was finding it hard to breathe in her presence. His gaze over her body catches her off guard, a frown gracing her features. She walks closer, her body swaying like in his dreams; he knows what was coming next, and he braced himself for the storm.
Taking in the appearance of his long masculine form stretched out over Wilson's couch, the sight of him laying there so handsome and appealing and shocking to her, seeing him in his tuxedo, it was enough to make her heart race. And cause her mind to go astray, but she soon torn her eyes off him, remembering her heartbreak a few nights ago and almost shouting, "House, what are you doing?" Her lips quivered, letting all the emotional baggage loose from the past couple of hours, days, years…the words spilling from her lips.
Before she knew it, she was sobbing, but she was not the distressed woman House held the other night, no, she was angry, angry at him, for him leaving her, toying with her emotions, using her…
Watching her with intense eyes, House let her accusations wash over him, it hitting him like a verbal punch to the gut, knocking him breathless, not from her beauty but her pure, honest, truth, her hurt, and uncertainty shining through, but most stunningly her love…her love for him. She cared for him more than he could comprehend.
He stopped her ramblings with a simple word, "Why?" He quite simply didn't understand her loyality to him, and that was about all his groggy mind could come up with. She stutters to a stop, her mouth echoes his question but no sound escapes. Her puzzled look silences what he wants to tell her; the reasons why he wouldn't be good for her, how he would hurt her, how he's hurting her now and how that is hurting him, how it has his soul, writhing in agony.
But, she takes his question as a rejection. Angry tears spill from her eyes. She's so drained, she's wasted all her energy pouring her feelings out to a man as cold as ice. And that's the response she gets? She just doesn't understand, she can feel herself about to break down and she doesn't want him to witness it this time.
Quietly but loathingly she tells him, "Leave House." He looks at her, angry, confused tears brimming in his eyes. She continues, "Go, …now!" He stands, shaking slightly, silently questioning her, but her shrill, shaking voice spurs him toward the door, "I don't know why I even tried in the first place," she sobs, "who could love someone as cold hearted as you…? Leave, and I don't care if I ever see your face again!" She's give out now, her energy drained from her and she slumps to the floor, crying against the couch he just vacated.
"…Was it something I said or something I did
Did my words not come out right
Though I tried not to hurt you
Though I tried
But I guess thats why they say
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn…"
Part of House wants to so badly rush back in, and pull her into his arms and take all her pain away, but he can't, he's the reason she's suffering, and he's angry at himself, angry at her words, all he can do is see red, and he's makes his way out of the building, not bothering to retrieve his helmet as he kicks the motorcycle into gear and drives off, fire burning through his veins.
Cuddy is pulling her legs up to her chest, hugging them, sobbing into her knees, when Wilson skids to a halt in front of her. All he could think was Oh my God, Oh my God, what has he done?! I leave him alone for five minutes!...
The supplies he went to retrieve, mere minutes ago, lay forgotten as Wilson tried to console Cuddy. Easing her up onto the couch, he begs her to tell him what happened. As Cuddy tries to explain, Wilson's concerned demeanor switches so quickly, it catches Cuddy off guard, his words to her are quiet but held an edge to them she rarely heard from the gentle doctor, "You did what?" He seethed. Wilson quickly snaps up to his feet, "Cuddy, where did he go?"
Cuddy glares up at him, not liking the tone of voice he's using with her, the victim in this tragic game of love. But, Wilson's next words sends her into a fresh wave a tears.
"He's hurt! He's probably got a concussion! And now, this?! You let him drive in the condition he's in?!" Wilson, slowly starts to calm down with a twinge of remorse when he sees the look of panic on Cuddy's face. She's about to cry again so he comforts her, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she mumbles, "I didn't know…" Wilson giving in, wraps his arms around her, speaking softly, "Of course you didn't. Hell, I didn't even notice until he about passed out on me at the party, that man can hide just about anything."
That comment stuck with her, she remembers the look of anger on House's face at her demand, but she could now see clearly the look of hurt in his sea blue eyes…she whispered into Wilson's shirt, "Oh, Wilson, we've got to find him." She sobs into his shirt, "What have I done?"
"…There Is No Good Reason
I Should Have To Be So Alone
I'm Smothered By This Emptiness
Lord I Wish I Was Made Of Stone
Like I Fool I Lent My Soul To Love
And It Paid Me Back In Change
God Help Me
Am I The Only One Who's Ever Felt This Way? "
Now My Sense Of Humor Needs A Break
I See A Shadow In The Mirror
And She's Laughin' Through Her Tears
One More Smile's All I Can Fake
Am I The Only One Who's Ever Felt This Way?
To be continued...
Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed this chapter, sorry it's so short but this was orignally a very long chapter I broke into two.
Thank you to all people who have reviewed so far, they bring a smile to my face! Please keeping reading and reviewing!
Lyrics by: Whitesnake, "Here I Go Again", Poison, "Every Rose Has It's Thorn," and the Dixie Chicks, "Am I the Only One (Whose Ever Felt This Way)".
