Author's note: Meanwhile, back to Wilson… haven't seen him in a while, huh?
"She threatened to fire you?"
"I still can't believe we're even having this conversation."
"She threatened to fire you?"
"She's not gonna do it, you know that."
"She threatened to fire you!"
House twirled his cane and sighed. "For god's sakes, Wilson, we've been over this! Get with the program already!" The young oncologist's voice was steadily rising in pitch, and House was still in shock over the fact that he had actually told his friend what had happened. Not even with Stacy had he been so blunt.
"She's coming."
House dove into the closet and stifled a cry at the sharp pain in his leg just as the door to Wilson's office opened and Cuddy walked in, the heels of her shoes making a clicking sound on the floor. "Where's House?"
"Hiding. You threatened to fire him?" Wilson couldn't help but ask one last time, still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that his best friend had slept with their boss.
"Where is he?"
"I'm not telling."
"James…" Cuddy warned, glaring at him.
"You know," Wilson continued, ignoring her, "that believe it or not, he actually doesn't want to lose his job? You really didn't give him a choice, Cuddy. He can't hide from you forever. It's impossible, considering you practically stalk the man to get him to do clinic duty. He-"
Wilson turned his head involuntarily to the closet at the sound of a loud crack, followed closely by a resounding "OW! Shit! Wilson, why the hell do you have high heels in here!"
Wilson winced.
Cuddy calmly stalked to the door and Wilson braced himself for a full out war.
"I'm not here," House muttered quietly after Cuddy opened the door, unceremoniously sprawled onto the floor with a single, bright pink high heel beside him on the floor- with the heel half off. He curled up into an imitation of the fetal position and squeezed his eyes shut. "Go away."
Wilson opened one eye.
Cuddy threw a glance at him over her shoulder. "Dr. Wilson?"
He nodded emphatically and shot out the door without a word, too terrified to argue with the lady in heels. It didn't take a genius to figure out that nobody challenged Lisa Cuddy…
Excluding House.
"You can come out now, House," she informed him, still calm.
House opened one eye. "No, I can't. You'll kill me."
"House." Her tone left no room for argument, and he finally complied… with a pout. He hurled the offending shoe back into the closet and sighed heavily. "How do you do it, Greg?"
"Do what," he asked wearily, flinching.
Cuddy stepped closer until they were nearly nose-to-nose. "Get out of my head."
House barked out a laugh. "Are you kidding?"
"What is it with you?" Cuddy snapped. "Ever since…" she waved her hand dismissively to evade actually voicing 'the event', "I think about you all the damn time. I think about you when I work, when I eat, when I go to bed, when I wake up, when I'm in the shower! Not in a good kind of way, I'm distracted, but like an I-can't-remember-if-I-washed-my-hair kind of way, so I wash my hair twice!"
"I'm flattered," House smirked dryly, "so what do you want me to do?"
Cuddy sighed, "Dammit, House!" She stamped her foot on the floor in frustration. "I don't even like you, for god's sake!"
"I know, I'm irresistible."
Cuddy shook her head, realization eventually dawning. "Incredible."
"That too."
Idea after idea; plan after plan; phrase after phrase assaulted her mind, and suddenly the pieces simply fell into place. Calm descended upon her, relaxing and soothing, and she turned and left.
He didn't try to go after her.
A/N:
Umm, I sort of borrowed a line from 'Two Weeks Notice'- the
washing the hair twice thing. I just thought it fit in there really
well. The movie, starring Sandra Bullock and Hugh Grant is amazing,
and NOT MINE. Keep reviewing please!
