There is part three!- Hope you´ll enjoy. Still without beta, sorry...

Stave 3: The second of the three spirits

14.02.08; 02 o´clock in the morning

In his living-room Cuddy already awaited him in a red dress sitting on his piano and gazing at him as he walked into the room. He blinked. Wasn´t Cuddy sleeping in his bed? To make sure he glanced at his bed. And there she was. Sleeping, her curls tousled, claiming the blanked all for her own and one leg laying on his side of the bed... He took his Vicodin out of his pocket and swallowed two pills.

"You look like you´ve seen a ghost." the Cuddy on his piano mentioned dryly.

"Funny." Grumpy he looked at her. "Really funny."

She grinned while he limped towards her.

"Let me guess, you´re the spirit of the present love." sarcastically he arched a brow.

"Yeah!" Cuddy grinned wider. "But you´re looking really wretched, Greg. Honestly."

"I would feel a lot better if you would get rid some of your clothes...", House suggested.

"Can imagine that."

"...and then we´ll wake up the other Cuddy... Nothing better than a threesome at two o´clock in the morning. And with two Cuddys! Will be like screwing twins..." he philosophized. "Although it would´ve been so hot to screw you and Cameron... Oh damn!" House cut into his own imagination and pulled a face. "Don´t tell me that Cameron is the spirit of the future love!"

Cuddy laughed and stood up. "We need to go!" she only said and grabbed his arm like Stacy did earlier as well.

"Your bedroom!"House declared. He stood in Cuddy´s bedroom next to her bed. On the bed, in the slight light of the raising sun, laid his self and Cuddy entwined around each other. It smelled of sex and by means of the clothes, which were scattered on the floor, he could guess that this was the first january of this year... His first night with Cuddy.

"Watching is so boring!" House nagged.

Cuddy ignored him. "You slept til eleven in the morning."

He gazed at his sleeping self. "Yes, so?"

"Are you always sleeping seven hours without a break?"

House didn´t answer, instead he watched the Cuddy on the bed opening her eyes slowly. She drew her head on her elbows to have a better look at the still sleeping House right next to her. With this slight change of her posture the blanked slipped of her shoulder. The yet still visible moon reflected himself in her eyes. 'Beautiful' House thought and bit his tongue.

Cuddy smiled satisfied.

The atmosphere changed. The room lightened up and the plumeau cases looked different. Upon the bed laid a few clothes. Another Cuddy, only dressed in her underwear, stood alone in front of her mirror, putting some make-up on with one hand and talked into her cell-phone, which she was holding in her other.

"No, Mum." she just said. "I will not bring him with me to our next dinner!... Because Dad would scare him off!... Oh, yes, he would, Mom, as you damn well know..." she rolled her eyes impatiently and tried to put some lipstick on. "No, I´d meet him long time ago... Yes, he is handsome..." she rolled her eyes again. "Yes, Mom, he treats me good." she smiled slightly. "In fact, he´s gorgeous... He makes me feel strong, independent, but I somehow always know that I can depend on him if I need to... And he let me be myself..."

House frowned. "You date another guy? Nice. Does he know that you screw the bad boy of the Princeton-Plainsboro?" His voice was controlled and lacked of any emotions. There was no reason, why he should be jealous. He wasn´t jealous. He just wasn´t. Ok, she has something going on with another man. Something serious... So? With him she had sex. Absolutely fantastic meaningless sex. Just like he wanted it. That other bastard could have that boring other stuff with his full approval... All these silly Charity-dinners, ballets... that whole crap.- What was he like?- Totally irrelevant. Probably just some boring loser she met on a fundraiser. Like he said: Totally irrelevant.

His leg hurt.

The Cuddy of the spirits next to him glanced at him pitifully while the real one was still talking to her mother on the phone as she tried to choose one of the dresses, which were still laying on her bed.

"...Mom. Mom! Can we sort this out later please? He must arrive here in every minute... Yes, fine... See you on friday." She hung up. Just the moment she pulled her chosen dress over her head, the door opened and House came in. He was wearing old jeans, a crumpled shirt and an evil grin which even widened as Cuddy turned around in slight shock to face him.

"Can´t you just ring my bell for once?" she scolded.

"Come on. Where would be the fun therein?" he countered.

The other House grinned as well. He knew what would happen next. He remembered it clearly... Cuddy would yell at him some more and then he would kiss her, tell her how hot she looked in her dress and convince her afterwards to go with him to that Jazz-club, he liked so much... But the best of all was, as he suddenly realized, that some idiot would wait for Cuddy at her door while she was with him... He smirked gleefully.

The Cuddy of the spirits flapped the back of his head. "YOU are the idiot!"

"What for was that?" frustrated he rubbed his head. "Are you reading my mind now?"

Cuddy refused to answer him but glared instead.

Abruptly they found themselves in the hospital in one of the exam-rooms, looking at the slightly open door wherein Cuddy stood and watched what was happening in front of her just like he and the Cuddy of the spirits did. His other self sat on a chair, back towards the door, and listened to the heartbeat of an eight years old vivid boy in front of him on the bench. He ignored the mother, who stood next to them, and chatted with the boy.

"You´re just as cranky as Squidward Tentacles." the little boy just said.

"Tim!" the mother rebuked. House ignored her still and chuckled.

"But I´m playing piano. And that much better than this octopus is playing his clarinet, although I only own two arms..." he replied and winked at him. "Besides I picture myself more like Bugs Bunny!- Always fleeing before the evil hunter. Of course I´m much smarter than him..." Then he turned around to face Cuddy, who still stood in the door without saying a word. "What´s up, Doc?"

She smiled.

The boy bent forward to House. "Is this the hunter?" he asked in a whisper. "But that´s a woman!"

"The hunter in disguise." seriously he looked the boy in the eyes. "That pretty face is only a trick to exploit poor helpless cute rabbits- like me- shamelessly..."

Cuddy snorted. "House. If you´re ready here, I´ll need you in exam-room three."

"See?" he gestured at Cuddy in triumph. "There she goes... In a jiffy she will force me to come to her apartment this evening to clean it up. But I tell you something: I will go and then force her to have some fun. That will be be a lesson to her!"

The boy giggled.

"Room three, House." Cuddy reminded him sternly then lifted a brow and watched him from his head to his toes. "My apartment at eight. Don´t forget your broom." With those words she went out the door.

House blinked irritated. He stood in his living-room by piano again next to the Cuddy of the spirits.

"Do you get it now?" she asked him impatiently.

"That I´m a fantastic Bugs-Bunny-imitator? Please, already knew that before..." he replied unnerved.

Frustrated Cuddy rubbed her fore-head. "And he´s calling himself a genius..." she muttered quietly, grabbed his shirt with both hands and pulled his face down to hers.

"Then start thinking!" she hissed and pushed him backwards forcefully.

House tumbled and fell. And he fell... and fell... and...

Frightened he opened is eyes. He still laid on his bed. It was short before three o´clock in the morning and Cuddy still laid next to him sleeping.

"All the spirits are nuts!" he cursed.

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