A/N: Written before the premiere of the episode- my take on a day while the two share an office – Huddy! Oneshot
Enjoy!
Cuddy sighed. One more day of dealing with House. This time It'd be worse, they were now sharing an office because someone decided to ruin her office instead of his own. Things weren't any better between them.
Just because your boyfriend is in there…
She remembered what the S.W.A.T. officer had said. No. House is NOT my boyfriend. She shook her head. No that could never be, she only hoped Wilson wouldn't manage to conveniently mention it to her again. The kiss. Their kiss. House kissing her. That certainly wasn't happening on a regular basis, not to mention ever. House was just too, well, stubborn and annoying, a lazy ass sonuvabitch, who didn't listen to anyone and didn't give a shit about the feelings of his patients, much less anyone, and who was whiny and a miserable bastard…that somehow I just can't stop thinking about.
Clinic duty, uggh, I should go make the ducklings do it and then take a nap in my private offi…Shit, Shit, Shit. Cuddy'll be in there. Maybe I'll lock her in a janitor's closet, naah too mean, I'll just hide out in one of the exam rooms. I could just go home or I could get her stuck in an elevator, or…
"House we have a patient," Taub's voice floated through the haze of his thoughts. Somewhat pleasant thoughts, about Cuddy. He was staring at her through the glass walls of his conference room.
What an ASS! Ooo, how am I gonna work all day when… "Hey, Cuddy!" House yelled across the room from his chair. He leaned back and began to swing his cane in circles like a baton.
"What, House?"
"How'm I gonna work all day with your ass staring me in the face all the time? It lookin pretty toned today. You're not preggy are you?"
"House give it rest or you will be doing extra clinic hours for sure, not to mention what you already owe me for what you pulled last week, that man could have killed someone, not to mention that Remy is still out on sick leave no thanks to you,"
"I'm not the one who was sticking medicine that she didn't need up her ass!"
"You are the one who gave that man back his gun, I know you just gave it to him, he couldn't have wrestled it from you and-"
"It's the German measles, she complained of a headache, and she had a cough, sore throat, check for a rash and then give her some aspirin to take care of the fever, she'll have to wait out the rest," and with that he left the room.
"Wilson, do you think it's my fault that Thirteen was an idiot,"
"Excuse me? What do you mean House, an idiot?"
"Ya know being Bi,"
"House, be reasonable," Wilson sighed , "Technically it was her own choice to take the meds, but you didn't have to give the man his gun ba-"
"Not talking about that, talking about her being Bi, the decisions she made,"
"Based on your judgments of her?"
"I need more Vicodin, ASAP, before Cuddy ushers my ass down to the Clinic,"
"House, just admit it, you feel guilty about her condition,"
"Hmmm well I guess…Not really, she took the meds, anyone else in the room could have just as easily and I even offered to do so myself," House made a face as he sipped on the coffee Wilson had given him. He set it down on Wilson's paperwork. "Bad coffee, keep your anti-depressants to yourself, I'll stick with my Vicodin which you so kindly are about to prescribe me,"
"House, I've seen it work on you, you should at least try it,"
"Not, in the least, interested. It makes me feel…all…fuzzy," he spat out the words and left the room prescription in hand, a smirk on his face.
"House,"
"What,"
" It doesn't have to be like this,"
"What?"
"The constant bickering and innuendoishy jokes,"
"Why?"
"You and I and everyone else know that this is going somewhere House," Cuddy was so close to him their bodies were almost touching. He leaned his head down, his long nose grazing hers.
"This isn't when I'm supposed to kiss you, so don't act like I'm going to,"
Cuddy sighed, tilting her head down and to the side. "House," She looked up. "I want you too," and sighed again. On tiptoe this time, she gently kissed his cheek and walked away.
