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Happy birthday to me…
Another year. Another 365 days. Another – well, Cuddy's mood proved that she simply couldn't spare the time to work out how many hours, minutes and seconds it was.
Happy birthday to me…
Yep, it was that time again. She had spent all day saying 'thank you' for gifts she didn't want. Gifts that were completely pointless and impersonal. Gifts that said all the wrong things. In fact, one person had brought her a mug. A mug?! Mugs said one thing, and one thing only. They said, 'here, we reckoned you were too old to be drinking anything except tea now'. Cuddy had plenty of wine glasses at home, but that particular day, she would have been so happy to see one. Even an ugly, chipped one would have earned the giver genuine gratitude.
Happy birthday dear Lisa…
What had she achieved since her last birthday?
Professionally, she was doing great. The hospital was running smoothly enough, even with House starting pointless legal battles every other day. She was respected and admired on the whole. A few of the staff would even go as far as to say that they liked her, but none of it really meant anything.
Personally, well, that aspect of her life was near non-existent. The 'search for sperm' as she had heard House refer to it wasn't going great, and her love life was feeling like a far off dream. In between work, and fancying the cane off a certain employee, she had little time for dating.
Happy birthday to me.
Images of life as an old spinster flashed by her eyes. She would be alone; her only company would be her regrets.
Happy, indeed. Cuddy hated birthdays.
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Happy birthday to you…
House thought that Cuddy looked pretty good for her age. Or at least, that was what he thought privately. Publicly, he was happy to tell anyone who cared to listen that she looked as though she was 'getting on a bit'. He had a reputation to keep up, after all.
You're a hundred and two…
It was funny how she still seemed to look so young and hot to him, when it felt as though he had known her so long. He struggled to remember, or care about, a time when he had not argued with or tormented her. He felt as though she had become a part of his life that could not be removed. Without his quest to turn her hair white, he simply wasn't House.
You look like a monkey…
House had seen monkeys. In the zoo, on TV. They didn't have the same effect on him as Lisa Cuddy. Thankfully.
And you smell like one too…
Being immature was great. No responsibilities, no worrying, and the look on someone's face whenever he came out with a remark worthy of a six-year-old was priceless.
Why was Cuddy so keen on him growing up?
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Lisa and House,
Sitting in a tree.
Clearly it is meant to be!
Sometimes it's time to get a grip and change your life.
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