Ch 7- Confessions of the Obsessed
"So, I just had sex with Cuddy in her office," House told Wilson, settling down in a chair in front of the oncologists desk.
"Really?" Wilson tried to sound as though he was a bit surprised.
"And then she told me that she loved me…" he trailed off and Wilson could tell something was on his mind.
"And…"
"And what? She told me that she loved me, got up and hid in her bathroom until I left. What the hell is that?"
"I dunno. Do you think she's worried about saying that? She's probably afraid of getting hurt," Wilson pointed out.
"She told me she loved me, and then practically took it back!" House said exasperatedly. "What am I supposed to do with that?"
"I don't think she was taking it back," Wilson tried again. "She was probably just worried about what you would think."
"What am I supposed to think? She proclaims her love for me, then runs away. It's like a girl with a high school crush."
"Oh, like you would do something much more mature."
"I would…I would at least stay in the room for a second to see if the girl I was after was at all interested in what I had just said. She didn't. It's just bizarre. She's obviously not serious about this and probably only said that to push me away."
"Why would she push you away?"
"Because she's not actually happy with our relationship. She really only wanted to keep me clean for legal purposes, then screwed my brains out for a week cuz she's been lonely for God knows how long."
"House, how long have you known Cuddy? That is so not her style."
"And what, pray tell is her style? Suck your dick, then eat your soul? That's the usual style for administration, isn't it?"
"Would you grow up and listen to yourself? You're the one treating this like high school. Go talk to her…tell her how you feel."
"Right, and have her laugh at me. If she had stayed she would have found out that I actually have feelings for her…then she would have been able to step on my scrotum until I did whatever she wanted…or would have tried, anyway. I'm just kind of glad that the manly God sent her into hiding before I told her that I…Never mind. I'm just going to have to avoid her until I get some kind of confirmation of her motives," he said as though it were the most rational thing in the world.
Wilson sighed. House had feelings for Cuddy, that much was evident…he possibly even loved her back, but was stuck inside his head. The diagnostician left for his own office and Wilson picked up the phone again, dialed Cuddy's number and waited for her to answer. "He's behaving like a child," Wilson replied. "Thinks you're playing him."
"I'm not…Wilson, I'm just scared."
"Yes, I know that…you need to tell him that."
"I can't," she said, tears starting to affect her voice. "He's already gone."
"No he's not. Get your ass up here and talk to him," Wilson told her. "And do it now, before he gets fully situated into his crappy mood."
Wilson hung up and Cuddy sighed. She didn't want to face House after spilling her guts out to him, then having him leave, but she also didn't want to lose what they had found. She took a deep breath and walked out of her office. She had to see him, no matter what the outcome. She could only hope that Wilson was right about him not hating her.
Cuddy took another steadying deep breath as she exited the elevator on House's floor. She made her way toward his office and saw him sitting with his hands in his head before she even got to the door. She steeled herself for whatever hail of abuse was sure to come. He looked up when she opened the door, then started riffling through some files on his desk.
"House," she said gently, hoping to catch his attention.
"A little busy here, come back when you have a good case."
"We both know you already have a case," Cuddy replied. "Stop messing with those files and look at me." He didn't look up however and she was forced to cross the room and stop his hand from sifting through even more files. He tensed at the touch of her hand and she sighed. "I know what happened earlier must have been…well unnerving, but I was afraid that you would reject me if I told you that I loved you after a week of dating."
"Jesus!" he half-yelled, pulling his hand away from her. "If you're going to lie to me, at least make it something believable. "We've known each other for 20 years, and you expect me to believe that you were scared I wouldn't believe you if you tried to show me your feelings? I've known that you were into me for at least 10 of those twenty years. You told me last week that you were into me way longer than that…it would have been natural for you to develop some feelings…and you weren't serious about it anyway or you would have stayed."
"It's been a while since I've let myself feel anything for anyone, House!" Cuddy exploded. "You think it's easy for me to pour my heart out all over anyone who shows interest? I know you make fun of me that way, but GOD…I didn't think you actually believed that."
"What am I supposed to believe?" House demanded, standing up. "That you love me and want to be with me? You've got a weird way of showing it."
"No…that can't be the case!" she said sarcastically. "I just spent a week with you, a weekend without my child for alone time with you, just because I wanted to play a joke on you!"
"Shut up! Just shut up, woman!" he yelled, bending down to yell in her face.
"Why don't you fucking make me?!?!?!" she returned. Without warning he slammed his lips down on hers, not caring that the team was watching from inside the outer office, not realizing that Wilson was standing in the door, ready to step between them if House got too pissed off, not remembering that they were supposed to be fighting. They had both snapped and were now fighting for dominance as their kissing became more and more heated.
"I'll just go," Wilson said loudly. The entwined coupled didn't seem to care what he did, so he left them alone and sent the team off to the clinic to give House and Cuddy some space.
"I love you House," Cuddy said slowly when they finally broke apart again. "And if you doubt me again, I'll cut off your balls."
He chuckled. "I love you too."