It was late. The streets were windy and lonely. Most people were certainly asleep right now. "I should be asleep too" thought Cuddy, as she drove aimlessly. Every now and then, when things seemed dark and desperate, she like to drive around and get herself lost. And then she would try to find her way again. It made her feel like she had some success over finding her way in her life. She felt lost. Her heart felt like it had no idea how to get to its destination but if she could find her way on the dark streets maybe her heart could find its way to his...
She had been driving aimlessly for a little while but soon she found herself in a familiar place! she turned onto a familiar street. "Hmm, where am I? it looks familiar but I am not sure why..." and then she realized. This was the street that House lived on! She gulped, her eyes widened, her pulse quickened. She looked toward the window of his home. Light shone through the shades. He was awake. She took a deep breath and pulled the car up to an open part of the sidewalk. Maybe she could...she turned the lights off and put the car in park.
She got out the car and stood staring at the lit window. It seemed so warm and inviting but she knew inside was cold. House's cold eyes would chill her to the bone instantly if she were to go inside. Or maybe, maybe they would welcome her. Maybe they would warm her. She stood for a moment, thinking. She walked up to the window and listened. She could hear the sweet music of him playing the piano inside. She smiled and listened to the song for a moment. It seemed to give her courage! She could ring the bell. She could face him, talk to him. But soon she heard the last notes play, the piano closed and not long after the lights went out. and the warmth and courage faded from her. She felt tears in her eyes but she took a deep breath and hurried back to her car and drove home.
Wilson sat in his office the next day. Though he sat looking over dreary paperwork he had a wistful smile on his face. He was humming to himself and thinking...of her. of her eyes and her smile and the way her lips had felt. It was wrong, she had protested, and he had agreed...but it felt so right! His thoughts wandered a moment and he found himself humming a love song. He laughed. He felt so strange and giddy!
He looked back at the paperwork. There was a sound. He gazed up and his heart jumped to see the doorknob turning. Maybe it was her! Maybe it was Cameron!
That hope faded when he saw House's face poking into his office. At first House had his usual expression but quickly it changed to one of curiosity. "Wilson? what is with you? You look so...happy."
Wilson gulped and felt his throat and stomach clench in worry. What if House figured things out? that could only be trouble. Wilson tried to force an expression of neutrality onto his face. "No, I don't. Why would I be? You are in my office so I really have no reason to be happy."
House scowled and smiled "You're getting laid, aren't you? Come on, who is the lucky girl?" he winked and then made a quirky face "is it actually a girl, even?"
"Very funny." Wilson said. "You are wrong and even if you were right it wouldn't be any of your business!"
"Oh, I'll find out. you know I will!" House gave a confident smile.
"You were wrong last time, remember? about that girl you thought I was with. She was with Foremen, remember?" Wilson smiled, feeling victorious.
House just muttered, unhappily. "You'll see." he said and he left the office forgetting whatever it was he came in for in the first place.