Hi everyone!
I'm back with a new drabble. It's set in no season in particular and it's, er, not the longest drabble ever. But I had this idea in mind (not sure what inspired me?), so... Here it is!
Thank you for reading, and I'll see you soon!
35. Watch your step.
"I want to cut my patient's eye out," House announced from the bottom of the staircase. Cuddy halted mid-step, which he thought would be her exact same reaction if her grocery bag were to suddenly break open – he made a mental note to let himself into her house later on and mess with said grocery bags.
"It's not even lunch," she sighed as she resumed making her way downstairs. "Will you at least let me get food into –"
She didn't finish her sentence, as her foot somehow didn't reach the last step like she expected it to. She felt her heart skip a beat and saw herself toppling over in slow-motion. However, before she knew it, her hands came in contact with House's arms, which is where she ended up, as he dropped his cane and braced himself against the wall.
They looked into each other's eyes for a second – just standing there, in each other's arms, with his breath sweeping her cheek – before they got a grip on themselves and let go, her feet touching the floor again.
She couldn't quite tell if he meant to catch her or if he'd just instinctively held out his arms but either way, he was quick to deflect it with a joke.
"Watch your step, Cuddy," he told her. "Who do you think the cops will suspect if you suddenly wind up dead with your skull cracked open?" She had a brief chuckle, picked up his cane and gave it back to him. "He has cancer."
"Have you got proof of cancer?"
"Here's the thing, actually, he –"
"You don't have proof, you don't have my signature," she told him as she continued walking to her destination. "Don't follow me," she added, picking up pace, and he listened to her with a discreet smile, accepting his defeat – for now.
*winks at MajorThompson*