I must say that I'm inspired, I didn't expect so many of you to still be with me on this, I mean 4 reviews isn't the amount I had at the end of the summer holidays, but I didn't expect to get any so I'm truly thankful to all of you that care about Martha enough to see how her story plays out. Thank you
And on with the story...
Cuddy awoke slowly to find her head was on House's chest and his arms had encircled her, she was desperate to stay in this agreeable position, but her alarm wasn't going away any time soon so she reluctantly rolled over and banished the monotonous noise back to the confides of time and stumbled out of bed. When she walked into her kitchen a few minutes later she noticed a call coming through on Skype 'Allison Cameron' the user name read as it flashed across her screen. Cuddy sighed inwardly seeing as it was most probably Cameron calling her and not Martha on Cameron's account. She knew that they had agreed when it came to Martha they weren't boss and employee but two people that cared deeply about the same person, she knew this but desperately wished Cameron could go back to being the weak willed subordinate that just said yes to every diagnostical whim House came up with. It would be so much easier to face her that way, now someone she cared about was involved she had grown a metaphorical pair at the worst possible time. Clicking the green answer button she braced herself for the sight of a jetlagged and tired Cameron but was extremely annoyed to see her looking fresh faced with wet hair pulled back into a rough pony tail. Cuddy was fully aware that she looked an absolute mess.
"Wow. You look as rough as I feel" Cameron said, trying to be funny but it just came out as a harsh insult.
"Gee thanks. How is she" Cuddy asked, making it quite clear with her tone of voice that she would rather skip the 'pleasantries' and get straight to the point
"Good I think; she's slipped back into this time easier than American time so she went swimming this morning. A character called Jason keeps hanging around but I haven't met him yet, they Skyped while she was on the plane and he was at her house yesterday when she went to go and collect some things. She insists they're just friends but I think something else is going on, they just don't know it yet" Cameron reeled off with a slight smile on her face as she recalled Martha's expression whenever they talked of Jason
"Yeah, okay enough with my daughter's love life thanks, can I talk to her?" Cuddy asked, not wanted any more details on that side of Martha's life in England.
"Erm, she's kind of busy now, but she'll call you later?" Cameron said unconvincingly
"Fine, have it your way, I'll be waiting" Cuddy said and killed the web chat without saying goodbye and cutting Cameron off in the middle of a sentence. Not that she cared, it was easy to see the two women hated each other and it was ridiculous to pretend otherwise.
Cuddy was getting breakfast ready when House came padding down stairs in his dressing gown, his arms snaked around her waist, pulling her back towards him and he placed a tender kiss on her pulse point, her eyes flicked closed for a second in pleasure. He could sense the tension radiating off her so he started to massage her shoulders, rubbing the stress away.
"Take the day off, spend it with me, we've not spent much time together recently" House whispered into her hair
"That sounds like such a good idea" she said simply and turned around to link their lips. She stopped making breakfast and went to go and sit in the lounge with House, he turned the T.V on but she couldn't focus on it, all she could think about was her Skype account, still logged in and waiting for Martha's call. House sensed something was wrong and when he found out he rolled his eyes and gave an exasperated sigh, he limped through to the kitchen, changed her status to busy and quickly typed in a personal message that she read and couldn't help but giggle.
Unless you're actually Martha go away. House is forcing me to have fun
"So what's this fun you speak of?" Cuddy asked him in her best seductive voice and as much as he would have loved to take her up on her unspoken offer he had other things on his mind. For once.
"I thought we could decorate Martha's room. I mean I know you didn't know her when you decorated it so you went safe and made everything white..."
"It matches!" she protested weakly but she knew he was right
"It may all match together but it doesn't match her. What does she like? Music, rainbows, making jewellery, studying the human body and Bob Marley" he stated simply, prompting her for ideas. If this was how it felt to in one of his differentials she could see why his team got annoyed with him.
"So we're getting her CD's, painting the walls rainbow, beads, greys anatomy and weed?" she stated unhelpfully
"No. Well yes, I don't know, you're better at this than me, I do bodies and diseases, and you're good at colours and designs and stuff" he could see her brain spinning and knew he was onto a winner.
"There's painting sheets in my airing cupboard, make her room suitable for decorating and I'll be back in an hour. Oh and no you can't come with me, I need to channel my inner interior designer." She stated and with a kiss to his lips she swept out the door.
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When Cuddy came back, hauling the bags into the room she could see House had been busy. Everything was covered in paint splattered sheets, including the floor. She called him upstairs and was pleased to see what he had bought with him last night was old enough to decorate in and handed him a roller as she pulled her hair into a loose pony tail at the nape of her neck. She tips all 9 colours into the various trays she has scattered around the room. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, violet, indigo, black and white. She dips one of the paint brushes into the red and start to paint the beginning of an elaborate pattern on the accent wall.
"Use this to paint the other walls and before you ask, no it's not the same, its darker so get on with it" she said, throwing a roller and a tray at him while gesturing towards the pot of slightly off white paint that sat in the corner. Both of them set about their respective tasks until House got bored. The accent wall Cuddy was working on really was a piece of art but he still went up behind her and stroked his fingers along her cheek, leaving trails of paint along her cheeks. She turned around her eyes blazing with playful fury. She raised her paint brush which was coated in violet paint and smeared it down the front of his face, leaving a long mark of deep purple between his eyes, along his nose and mouth. She knew it was the beginning of a war but she didn't care. They flicked paint and squealed like teenagers, her bell like laughter peeled around the room, complimented by his hearty bass chuckle. She was splattered every colour of the rainbow, as was he when she was finally pressed against him in the middle of the room as every wall was wet with paint. She dropped her brush with a clatter, sending a final spray of scarlet pain up his leg but she didn't notice. Her mind was just saying kiss me, kiss me, kiss me and for once he felt like doing as he was told. They stood and kissed in the middle of the room like first loves, her hairs reaching up to cup his face and leaving angry smears of black down his cheeks. They finally pulled away and House reluctantly reminded her that they needed to get this done and he set about tie dying her bed sheets as Cuddy went back to the feature wall.
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"Well she's gonna love this" he said with a satisfied grin on his face "You did good" he told Cuddy wrapping his arms around her waist. They were both still covered in paint and dye and any other staining agent they had used that day but the room before them was pristine and truly beautiful. The feature wall Cuddy had been working on was a complicated pattern of different shaped stripes every colour of the rainbow, some wide and made to stand out, some just a single stroke thick giving a dramatic effect that looked wonderful. Because the feature wall was so bright and full of life the other walls were painted a slightly off white that complimented the furniture perfectly. They had kept the original furniture but customised it slightly. Her bed was still made of white iron but they had tie dyed her sheets and scattered a few rainbow cushions over the pillows. An official framed and signed Bob Marley poster hung above her chest of drawers and a big stack of new CD's stood next to the stereo Martha had brought with her from England. Cuddy had bought some retro, vintage necklaces while she was out and had draped them over the top of the mirror and stocked the empty chest of drawers and wardrobe with clothes she hoped Martha would like. They had done all they could and Cuddy finally felt herself relaxing.
"You're right" she told House "I did do good, but you did good too, so I think you deserve a reward" when he led her away from the newly finished room his mind was most defiantly not on re decorating another room. The natural order was restored.
I hoped you liked it and as always please review!