Titled: Pain in my heart chapter 9
Author: curseofavalon
Rating: R (just to make sure)
Summary: He went way too far
Authors Note: comments, reviews and critique are very welcome.
Pairing: Huddy
Disclaimer: I don't own House or its characters Fox does tho, I just used them shamelessly for this snippet.
Once again Cuddy found herself lying alone in the bed when she woke up. She stretched to loosen some of the soreness in her body, finding it actually pleasurable, she found herself aching in all the right places. The only thing that was missing now was Greg beside her, sighing she stood and went downstairs, finding him on the couch watching TV.
'Morning'
Greg looked at her before going back to watching his show.
'Are you ok?'
Lisa was worried, he seemed gruff and in pain, rubbing his thigh while staring at the screen.
'Leg. '
One mumbled word. The pain must've been almost a seven by now.
'Have you taken your meds?'
She sat down beside him trying to get him to talk to her. He shook his head.
'Greg...'
only stoical zapping, nothing else. She stood up and got him the pills.
'Take one.'
'It's ok'
She looked at him exasperated.
'House take a pill, you can't even move because of the pain'
' I said it's ok'
More and faster zapping, Cuddy wondered when the remote would simply break in two.
'Please, Greg, it's honrable that you try taking less, but now your in pain'
Once again she held the pill bottle to him. His head shot around and he gave her a menacing glare, taking the pill bottle and throwing it against the closest wall.
'I WOULDN'T EVEN BE IN PAIN IF I COULD'VE TAKEN THE DAMN TRIAL IN BOSTON'
Lisa had moved of to the far corner of the couch and looked at him shocked before standing up and walking from the room.
'Oh yeah run away now. Just awesome Cuddy.'
He slumped back into the cushions, only moving as he heard the front door slam. Groaning he rubbed his face, he had done it again, driven her away again after they had just been able to establish something. It always seemed to be like that with them. They would build a common ground and instead of trying to be happy he had to tear it apart.
Lisa had been walking along the beach for awhile and then sat down. She didn't really want to go back but she knew she had to. So after half an hour of watching the stormy sea lap at the white beach, she stood back up, brushing the sand of her.
The walk back took her much longer, halfway back the rain started pelting down and she was drenched in seconds, cold seeping through her clothes, the wind whipping at the dunes around her.
Just, awesome. Once I decide to take a walk the weather turns. Figures.
House got worried when the rain had started and Lisa still wasn't back. She couldn't have been wearing much, the time between her storming of the room and slamming the door barely giving her time to throw on jeans and a shirt, maybe her windbreaker. He took a pill and the started pacing in front of the Living Room window which was to the sea side.
The ocean was wild, waves crashing loud, sand being blown in cascades along the beach and Greg House was walking a groove into the ground. After half an hour of waiting he decided to get outside, look out for her, he had just gotten into his windbreaker as the front door opened, a gush of cold and wet air hitting him in the front hall.
Standing in the entrance was a drenched Lisa Cuddy, hair sticking flatly to her head, face flushed, clothes hanging. He immediately limped into the guest bathroom to get her a towel, he went back to her only to be brushed off.
'Don't bother.'
Lisa walked passed him and into her bedroom, peeling out of the clothes and putting them in the tub. She turned the shower on and waited until it turned warm, starting with hand warm so she wouldn't hurt her already irritated skin. When it was to her liking she stepped into the shower, letting the rain like spray warm her up. Once she got used to the temperature she started upping it until it was steamy hot.
She almost shrieked when a wall of coldness sweeped over her as House opened the shower door and got in behind her. Almost, instead she rolled her eyes and glared at him.
'Get out.'
It sounded harsh in her own ears but she didn't want to deal right at that moment, she just wanted to warm up, wash the anger away.
'I'm sorry for flipping.'
A full blown puppy dog look attacked her, he even had the look-from-under-your-lashes-with-slightly-ducked-head down to an Wilson like art. Her shoulders slumped visibly, tension draining from her.
' I wanted, to go without the pills for longer than an hour.'
'Thats not the point Greg. The point is not what you were like this morning, that was the pain showing its ugly head. The point is that you aren't over the Boston thing and I'm not sure if you'll ever see and understand what you did to me and your friends with that lie. You might get me to forgive you, and I say forgive not forget, but what about Wilson? Or the Ducklings?.'
His eyes shifted left and right. He was thinking hard, trying to ween his way out of the situation and the responsibility. He ended up looking even more miserable.
Lisa looked at him, standing in the shower with her, reprimanded, a boy in pain. The hollow part of his thigh, the ugly scar, mangled skin. An unfortunate creature, always getting himself in such situations and being too damn proud to say he's sorry, he's made a mistake. Leaving her with the shards, to clean up, repair what he demolished.
House was just about to leave the shower when her felt her arms sneak around his waist, her front pressed neatly against his back.
'I know it's asked much, but you need to start telling me things. I want to understand.'
Turning in her arms he let her hug him.
'Sometimes I don't even know myself whats going on, how should I tell you then?'
'Just...start trusting me.'
He laid his chin onto the top of her head, hugging her back softly, just enjoying the morning shower with her. They would get better at this. They just needed to learn of their boundaries. Then they would be ok. House truly believed that, this time he would do things right with her.