A/N: This chapter is a little different than the others. It's not really a song fic, it's more like just set to the music.
Still don't own House, and don't own the Jack Johnson lyrics, do own the cd that the song is from though...
10- Better Together
There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing
But I can try for your heart and our dreams
And they are made out of real things
Like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-tone lovin'
Cuddy groaned and turned her face into the pillow. Her whole body was still tired, and it would be too much effort to reach out and turn off the alarm. She listened to the lyrics of the song playing and smiled, she loved this cd. As she willed herself to go back to sleep, she realized, dang...bathroom. With another groan she padded into the other room.
Love is the answer, at least for most of the questions in my heart
Like why are we here? and where do we go? and how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing
It's always better when we're together
Back at her bed she stood watching the man sleeping there. He had on one of her big t-shirts and his boxers, his tux folded neatly on a chair.
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The night before...
"Do you want to come in?"
House hesitated, confusion flitting across his face, and Cuddy realized how it sounded. "Not like...that. It's just..." She sighed, "I don't really want to be alone tonight."
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Mmmm it's always better when we're together
Yeah, we'll look at them stars and we're together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, it's always better when we're together
While she watched him, his eyes fluttered open, and he smiled every so slightly. "Jack Johnson? Really?"
She shrugged, "It's a nice way to wake up." She clicked the alarm off.
And all of these moments just might find
Their way into my dreams tonight
But I know that they'll be gone when the morning light sings
Or brings new things
For tomorrow night you see that they'll be gone too
Too many things I have to do
He made breakfast while she set the table. Still wearing the clothes he'd slept in, House was...well, the only word for it was cute; his hair still all messy, limping barefoot on the tile. Cuddy was still in her pjs, another big shirt and flannel bottoms, her hair pulled up in a quick ponytail.
But if all of these dreams might find their way
Into my day to day scene
I'd be under the impression I was somewhere in between
House watched her out of the corner of his eye. She was gorgeous in the morning. Hell, she was gorgeous all the time. He hadn't known what to think the night before when she'd invited him in. They had stayed up late on the couch, eating ice cream and talking. He told her all the stories the other doctors had told him and she laughed until she cried. Eventually, she was falling asleep listening to him. She lent him one of her shirts and then had fallen asleep wrapped in his arms.
With only two, just me and you
Not so many things we got to do
Or places we got to be
We'll sit beneath the mango tree now
After the dishes were washed House ran home to take a shower and change, while Cuddy jumped in the shower herself.
When he showed back up at her House in jeans and his Jack Daniels tee, he just walked in without knocking. Cuddy was folding a blanket in the living room wearing jeans and a soft cotton shirt. She smiled at him, her hair still wet, but pulled back in a long braid.
The day passed as they did chores around her house. Washing, laundry, cleaning the bathroom, making the bed, folding the now clean laundry; House had her in stitches the entire day. When they'd gone to the grocery store, he'd put his cane in the car and coasted down empty aisles, standing on the back of the cart, while she walked behind laughing. They flirted like a couple of teenager and occasionally, he'd hold her hand while they walked.
Yeah, it's always better when we're together
Mmmm we're somewhere in between together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, it's always better when we're together
After she cooked dinner they watched the movies they'd rented. First was some chick flick, then his action movie. While watching late-night shows she started to fall asleep on him. He borrowed another of her shirts (he liked how they smelled like her, but wouldn't admit it). Together they fell asleep, his hand protectively on her stomach, lips against her hair.
I believe in memories
They look so, so pretty when I sleep
Hey now and, and when I wake up
You look so pretty sleeping next to me
House's eyes flickered open, Damn alarm. Doesn't that woman ever turn it off? It's Sunday for goodness sake! The only thing that made waking up before 10 on a Sunday was the fact that he was tangled with a beautiful woman.
Sunday passed much like the day before. Instead of cleaning Cuddy laid on her couch and read a book and House sat on the other end, her feet in his lap, watching her, thinking. They were good together, no, they were better together.
But there is not enough time
And there is no, no song I could sing
And there is no combination of words I could say
But I will still tell you one thing
We're better together
A/N: Just in case you're confused, the first three sets of lyrics are the alarm, after that just imagine it's the background music. By the way, the song is Better Together, by Jack Johnson. Isn't amazing how Cuddy has the same taste in music as I do? I have to admit, it is a nice way to wake up. Sorry, it's not very long. Review!