A/N: Okay so now we get to hear more from Cuddy and get to the begining of Huddiness. Sorry it has taken so long, but like I said this is my first fic so be kind. Hope you enjoy this story and I don't know about you but I am looking forward to April when House returns, although I would be happier if it were coming in March. I don't own House.
Good thing for Jane, she didn't know him like that.
Cuddy paced up and down her well lit entrance hall. The snow was well past her tire wells, there was no way she'd be able to get back to the hospital today. She wished she was there now. The radio was no help, telling her to stay put, well duh she was staying put. How could she manage to get anywhere in this weather? Really She felt so useless here, shut up in her own house like a caged bird.
Of all the dim-witted ideas, she just had to go home and pick up forms for this year's budget. She'd figured that would be a sure fire way of finishing the budget early for once. She'd even called House before she left. Well, she did need to account for the department heads, but she was more than a little relieved to confirm that he was at home. He wouldn't be able to get in her hair while she tried to work out the finances.
Sure there would be accidents, but seeing as it is often difficult to travel in such extreme weather there would be little for her to do during the actual blizzard. So making sure she had all her papers seemed perfectly reasonable. And of course she hadn't brought her laptop with all her other files home with her, because she was just stopping to pick up that pesky folder. She wouldn't be home for long. Ha—Harrumph! Cuddy laughed at herself.
She hadn't been home for more than five minutes when the snow really began to fall. It was more than heavy snowfall. It was as if the sky had opened up and flour had begun to pour down from the heavens. Snow so white and dense, but unlike a sack of flour this snowfall seemed endless.
Sighing, Cuddy spun around and slumped down on the steps. Time to reflect—not much else to do, she reasoned. The power went out a bit ago ruling out television. Cuddy took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Exhaling she released her thoughts. That young voice—she smiled, of course House would be the first thing her mind wandered towards—that young woman's voice on the phone. Jealous much, a little voice called. She scoffed; No, not jealous just…curious. The voice had seemed familiar.
And as much and as loud and as often as House commented on his sexual escapades, Cuddy could not once remember hearing an unfamiliar woman's voice on the other end of his phone. But that was just it. The voice was eerily familiar. Cuddy made a list in her head of all the familiar female voices that might answer House's phone: his mother—this voice was much too young, Thirteen—no bite, Amber—no challenge, Cameron—not whinny enough, Stacy—wrong accent, close though. Were those really all the women in House's life? Wait, there was that underage stalker girl, but no it wasn't her either.
Oh well, Cuddy sighed and stood up, lit the candles, pulled out the flashlights and the extra blankets. She was always prepared. Good timing too, she thought to herself while reloading her mega flashlight with new batteries. The last rays light from the sun had just faded into the ghostly blue of the snowstorm.
She should have been hung over, but she wasn't. She didn't get sick, no headache, and no sensitivity to light. In fact, the light dancing across her face just made her smile that much brighter. This only added another inexplicable symptom to the strange case that lay before Dr. House that morning. House felt the twinge of morning pain in his thigh and rolled towards the nightstand to grab his pills. Clock says 2am, much too early… wait, the clock is on so is the power.
He won. And she wasn't the prize. This saddened her, but only slightly. Feeling him move she opened her eyes gingerly, no need to rush waking up. "M'ning," she mumbled lazily, smiling up at him with her hazy eyes. She thumped his chest a few times with the palm of her hand by way of a physical greeting. Wiping the sleepers from her eyes, she finally had a fresh view of him.
He wanted her, but something held him back. He couldn't put his finger on exactly what though. May be it was because she was too cute as she rubbed the sleepers from her eyes. He really didn't do cute. Lost in his own thoughts he looked beyond her.
That's when she saw it, so bare before her but only for an instant. She'd seen that look many times before, but not often in this context. It could just as easily been scrawled across his face in orange crayon—taken. In elementary school the look would be tossed while you searched for a seat in the lunch room or wanted a spot on the kickball team, sometimes accompanied by the smart slapping of a splayed hand across the coveted seat or a defensive stance on the blacktop. She had seen the look on other men, but in those cases it was one of the first things she had noticed, after her attraction that is. And they had it smack across their faces, dopily marked as totally fallen for someone else. No room for her. Stupid, stupid, stupid she mentally kicked herself and outwardly pulled the covers over her head. How could I miss something so obvious! What a fool I made of myself. A small voice called for her to stop berating herself, it wasn't that evident. She peaked atop the hem of the covers at him and his face was blank. Hmm know I didn't just imagine that which means (1) he's good at hiding his emotions (2) he probably doesn't even realize it himself. Well, that's just dandy.
A/N: Ta-ta for now, leave me a review... please????