Been fighting some writer's block.
Baddest Man In The Whole Damn Town
House handed Cuddy Jordan when he heard his cell phone ringing. House got up and grabbed his phone. House saw that it was Wilson.
"You need to help me," House said when he answered the phone. "I am getting attacked by Cuddys."
"Is Cuddy in the room?" Wilson asked.
"Are you kidding?" House asked. "She is the ringleader."
"Go to a room where you can be by yourself," Wilson said.
"Are you going to talk dirty to me?" House asked as he walked out of the room towards the bedroom.
"Who do you think he was talking to?" Calvin asked.
"I want to say that I hope it was Wilson," Cuddy said. "Then again, another part of me does not want to hear House say that to Wilson."
House made his way into the bedroom. "I am alone now," House said. "So is this wear your tell me the color of panties you are wearing?"
"Orlando died," Wilson said. House was silent for a few moments.
"Good," House said.
"He was still a human, House," Wilson said.
"A human who hurt Cuddy," House said.
"I am sure that he had a family that is going to be upset that he died," Wilson said.
"I see that you have just as much Jewish guilt as Cuddy," House said.
"He accidentally shot himself," Wilson said.
"That is what the police report says," House said.
"He wasn't going to leave you guys alone," Wilson said.
"I know," House said. "Wilson, he caused his own downfall. Something in him snapped. It is none of our faults."
"Thanks, House," Wilson said. "Be careful when you tell Cuddy. She will probably get emotional."
"At least now she will now believe that it is all over," House said. "She had a nightmare last night."
"She went through some pretty traumatic stuff," Wilson said. "You need to make sure you help her through it. Make sure that she feels safe."
"I am trying," House said.
"How is Freddie holding up?" Wilson asked.
"Surprisingly, fine," House said. "He is a tough kid."
"Keep an eye on him, too," Wilson said. "He might be a little more upset then he lets on."
"Who knew that I would be the one taking care of three people?" House asked.
"You can do this, House," Wilson said. "I am always here if you need me, too."
"This conversation just turned gay," House said.
"I believe it turned gay when you asked what color panties I was wearing," Wilson said.
"I am wearing navy blue boxers," House said.
"Bye, House," Wilson said.
"Bye, Wilson," House said. House sat down on the bed and ran his hands over his face. Cuddy opened the bedroom door and walked in.
"Was that Wilson?" Cuddy asked.
"Yeah," House said.
"What was it?" Cuddy asked. "You left a little suspiciously."
"Orlando died," House said. Cuddy nodded her head and kept looking at House. "No response?" House asked.
"I am glad he can't hurt us anymore," Cuddy said.
"He can't," House said. "It's over." House saw some tears form in Cuddy's eyes. He got up and wrapped his arms around her.
"I'm sorry," Cuddy said.
"For what?" House asked.
"For crying," Cuddy said. "It has just been an emotional time."
"It's fine," House said. "Just let it out." Cuddy laughed a little.
"Who are you and what did you do to House?" Cuddy asked.
"I can't tell you that it is okay to cry?" House asked.
"You can," Cuddy said. "It is just weird." Cuddy looked up at House.
"I am just trying to tell you that everything is going to be fine," House said.
"I know," Cuddy said. "You are a sweet guy."
"Don't insult me," House said. "By the way, I am happy I can wrap my arms around you again."
"You get the best of both worlds now," Cuddy said. "I am skinnier, but my breasts are still huge."
"I know," House said, looking down at them. Cuddy laughed. She stood on her toes and gave House a kiss. "You going to be okay?" House asked.
"Yeah," Cuddy said. "I just need to forget about it."
"Forget about what?" Grandma Cuddy asked as she stood in the doorway. House and Cuddy looked at each other.
