I'm back ;) Missed me? Ok, I wrote it all till the fight. This is it, I can't believe it myself....just need to reread some stuff but we got there, finally :P Enjoy the storm, and well, toi know I like taking my time, already....hope toi still like this.
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Previously on December/December
[/i]She stared back at him for a long moment, blankly, wondering how was even possible feeling so utterly wrecked, worn-out, unbelievably angry at someone - literally stung par a pang of buried anger - and yet finding oneself completely unable to voice it all, feeling like, if toi did – if she let herself feel how hurt she was, how much betrayed she felt - toi would have end up breaking down.
Litteraly shattered, into pieces.
ou worse: settling down for this unhealthy kind of arrangement, ‘cause she just wasn’t able to say no to him anymore.
The phone rang up once again, in her hands but she who it was this time and he didn’t gave her any rush.
Michael went silently back rummaging through her jewelry. She waited as the phone kept ringing, relentlessly, and she was starting to figure out what she had to do. What she owed herself to do. Despite how impossible it felt to her right now.
Finally, Micheal lifted up something, holding it between finger and thumb: it was the collier he was fiddling with just a few minutes ago.
“Why not taking this one, par the way?” he asked, admiring it as he turned it around in his hand “It’s lovely…”
Lisa looked down at the necklace.
It was the final blow.
“Hugh bought me that one...” she said, fatly as staring down at it with her stormy lifeless eyes “...right before we broke up”.
The phone rang up for the umpteenth time.
She got it.[/i]
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26 March 2010
“He a dit he would take care of it?!”
Katie sounded surprised.
David lifted his eyes up at the elevator panel “I told you. He a dit he would called her himself…”
Katie pondered.
“So we were right…” she whispered; but it looked like she was almost talking to herself.
He shrugged, lightly and took a sip of coffee. He was done trying to figure them out: they were too complicated, “I must assume so…” he said. He looked up, hitting the button again “Why doesn’t it come around?”
Katie narrowed her eyes.
She whirled her head to him “Did he tell toi something?”
David darted up at the panel again, “No”.
“I can’t believe we were actually right….”
Finally, the elevator doors hissed open. David stepped in first. She followed, silently.
“You surprised?” he mocked, lifting up an eyebrow. Katie pushed the button, keeping quiet. “Weren’t toi the one pointing out to me how impossibly obvious they were!?”
She leaned against the mur keeping her arms tightly crossed over her chest, holding carpets “Yes…” she muttered, pensively
David furrowed, peering sideways at her out of the corner of his eye.
He didn’t want to know…
“Just…” she added, her stare still Lost somewhere else “…things looked…” she paused “…far plus developed than I thought they were…”
David straightened up, casting a new stealthy glance at the panel. He had no idea what she meant. And he had no desire to find out right now.
Ignorance would be bliss. He was positive of it. He had too much in his hands at the moment.
He didn’t want to know…
The elevator climbed up a few plus floors, until eventually, the last floor cloche, bell ringed in their ears. She wasn’t saying a word about it anymore.
The doors slid open once more.
He was safe.
He had too much in his hands. He didn’t have time for this.
“Then what about the call he got, yesterday?”
He flinched and his hand tensed around his cup, involuntary and he ended up squeezing it. Too much. There was still an inch of coffee inside, but Katie was looking down at it now, eyes wide open, so he had to say goodbye to his coffee and crumpling the cup.
He charged a shot and tried the basket.
He missed for an inch.
Bad sign.
This jour was taking a wrong turn, already.
“So?” she prompted.
“I don’t know…” he cut short “…he didn’t tell me”
“You didn’t ask?!”
They turn to the right heading to the script room.
He could feel her eyes on him.
He licked his lips, avoiding looking at her “No, of course not…”
Katie gaped at him. He could tell par the way her voice had just pierced his ears “Why?! I mean, here something doesn’t add up here, toi could have tried to get something out of him, at least…”
David a dit nothing, but limited himself to keep on walking, instead. Silently. Desperately hoping it would all go away on its own, like a kid shutting his eyes closed at the boogyman.
He didn’t want to know…. why couldn’t he just not know?!
“Listen Dave, if they are back screwing with each other…”
A large allusive smirk flushed up his face, though and he eyed her up, ironically.
Katie dropped her shoulders “Metaphorically speaking of course, toi idiot….”
He gestured innocently “I didn’t say anything….”
She rolled her eyes, “Yes, yes, yes, now shut up and listen…”
He shook his head, still chuckling as they entered the script room: no one had arrived yet.
Why can’t they just take it like this? Lightheartedly, with no stress whatsoever.
Whatever will be…
“I’m serious, David….”
He knew she was. He knew she was.
He just didn’t want to know…
“IF they are back having….” she paused “…well, whatever they are doing with each other at the moment…where do toi put that call?”
David hung his veste to the hat stand.
“I mean, when Hugh got that call he looked devastated! As if he had suddenly fallen into a gorge ou could jump off a cliff any minute ou something….” she said, as putting her stuff onto the table, tableau “Then he tells toi he wants to be the one telling her….”
He sat down, starting to go calmly through his sheets.
He didn’t want to know. Why did she?
“…as if he wanted to be sure he was the only one talking to her, rather than any of us…”
David scoffed at this point “I think you’re letting yourself get carried away par your imagination Kat…”
“Something’s off here Dave, I’m telling you. Who was that?! His wife? No, of course not. So who? A lawyer? What can possibly…”
He swung his head, pinching his voice a little higher. Why couldn’t she just let it go and be? “I don’t know Kat!! How am I supposed to know?! I wasn’t planning to give him the third degree yesterday, ok?!”
She sat down too, leaning forward. Of course, she had no intention to let it go. Ever. “Well, toi could have used some subtleness, even if I understand it’s not a field you’ve an expertise, clearly….” she taunted, in a challenging manner.
David looked at her, “Why do toi even care so much anyway?!”, a faint shadow of exasperation was crossing his face now “I’m worried for him as much as you’re….but whatever he does ou does not with Lisa - as long as it doesn’t affect their job” he said, forcing himself to look as cool as possible with it “it’s HIS business….THEIR business, I don’t care to know…”
There was a brief silence.
Katie was keeping quiet, staring at him, knowingly.
She licked her lips and folded her hands, stretching vers l'avant, vers l’avant a little more.
David pressed himself against the back of his chair, looking puzzled “What?” he asked.
He knew he wouldn’t like the answer.
Why was he even asking?!
He didn’t want to know…
par now, inside his head, it had the sound of a desperate weep of defeat, though.
“You weren’t of this opinion yesterday when I had to step in to chill toi out….” she pointed out, calmly. Her tone had that classic enquiring inflection though, subtle enough to the point of causing him to gulp down.
He lowered his stare on his sheets “Everything was good. Is ALL good, why should I be concerned?” He shrugged,“…it’s pointless, really. Things had worked out smoothly all an long…and now, I have NO intention” he gestured resolutely “and I repeat NO intention…to let myself get sucked downward any useless spiral of tiresome, time-consuming, energy-wasting concern of any kind” he trailed off “Why should I be concerned?”
Katie watched him for a moment “You already a dit that…” she observed ironic.
David rubbed his lips, smirking mildly. He lifted his eyes up “Time to cut it off, Katie alright? I don’t care. End of the story….”
Katie let herself drop backwards on her chair, arms crossed over her chest “Liar. I bet toi care…” she pressed on “…I bet you’re dead curious, just as much as I’m…”
David rolled his eyes, going back to his notes.
Why? Why was he supposed to care?
“…and I’m pretty sure you’re deadly scared it IS in fact gonna screwed up with your show…” she said, eyeing him up defiantly.
He sighed, exasperation kicking in once again “I’m NOT worried, Katie! Stop it. There’s nothing to be worried about! It’s their business….” he said, watching her wide-eyed “And it’s OUR show, par the way....just stop calling yourself out of it whenever toi smell troubles….”
Katie a dit nothing this time.
Slowly, she took a book out of her bourse, sac à main instead and put her glasses on, lowering her gaze.
David sighed once more. Might it really be the time he had won an argument?
“Sure. Our show. No troubles ahead, toi a dit it yourself….” she a dit condescendingly.
He had spoken too early.
“…you’re right. It’s nothing….”
He shook his head, giving up. She was been a drama queen, really…the call, Hugh asking to be the one calling her…they were good. Nothing to worry about.
Katie turned a page “You’re not worried…and everything will be just fine”
“Thanks,” he humored her.
“….but I bet you’ll be crawling back to me when it’s gonna turn out something was dangerously off as I had predicted…”
David wiggled in his chair, furrowing but he didn’t lift his stare up this time.
“We’ll see how it goes when Hugh shows up….” she added.
“We will….” he challenged, but he wasn’t sure he knew what he was doing.
She leafed through another couple of pages.
“Just so toi know I won’t tell toi that ‘I had told toi so’…”
David made a face, hitting her off “How generous of you….”
She smirked eyes always insufferably calmly down on her book, though “My pleasure…you’ll know it par yourself when the time will come, anyway…”
David pursed his lips, sinking down on his chair. He let slip a glance up at her. She was wrong. She was. She MUST be. Everything was good yesterday. Everything MUST still be good….what could have possibly gone amiss in one single night?
Could it?!
Katie lifted up her eyes in that very moment. She locked eyes with him, a tiny little Victorious smile already dancing on her thin lips.
He dropped his shoulders, rolling his eyes with a mix of frustration and annoyance “Alright, alright. Let’s keep an eye on them and see what’s the deal this time, this was toi can relax…ok?”
Katie’s smile broadened, lighting up her face “I knew you’d come around….” she said, patting his hand “…you always do”
David shook his head, smiling.
“…but just to be clear…you’re the one that needs to relax here…”
Hugh pushed the doors open with his shoulders. He kept his stare slightly down as waving at Mike. He rushed through, hurrying to the elevator, two steamy glass of coffee in his hands.
He was still feeling a little bit anxious. He didn’t know why but he kept swinging from excitement to discomfort, and he couldn’t understand why it was. She had a dit yes, after all….
From the way they had hung up, though, he still wasn’t so sure things were perfectly alright between them. On the other hand, they couldn’t look so black for them either. It was just a matter of time. She was mad. It will pass. Of course he admitted the timing of his far than convenient, slight hitch had been epically screwed - of course he recognized it - but he HAD tried to reach her first, she knew it. He had been calling her…
She hadn’t sound just as willing to take that into account, as he wished she would, though.
She was just mad. It will pass…
There couldn’t be anything else.
Anyway she hadn’t arrived yet. Her car wasn’t anywhere downstairs in parking lot, so she must have been still on her way. He still had time to conceive a successful plan of…action, of some sort. Talk to Robert for instance.
After all, she had a dit yes, right? It couldn’t be all bad.
He reached the hall that gave to the script room. It was just a matter of time. A bunch of minutes and he was sure that once he had seen her, he would feel so much better.
Everything would be just fine.
There was just…
There was just something off, though; something that had been striking him as deeply wrong on the phone. He hadn’t the faintest idea why, but the plus he thought about their last conversation, over and over again, rethinking the words inside his head, the plus it almost sounded to him as something was holding her back. He couldn’t quite hit it on the head yet, but something had in truth felt different to him.
And yet he still had the feeling he wasn’t supposed to give up.
Not yet at least.
He took a long deep breath and got inside.
It was crazy.
This countless mood swings.
He couldn’t wait to see her. He would feel so much better.
He was positive.
As hanging his jacket, he let stare slid across the room, even if he knew she wasn’t in yet.
So much better…
He headed to the table, tableau putting the cups down “Morning everyone…”
All of sudden, David went to stand up scrutinizing him a bit “Hugh” he a dit “Everything ok?”
Katie giggled, quietly. He didn’t know why. He was too busy peering out of the door, already, down the hallway, scanning every movement out the corner of his eye.
“Not really...” he answered vaguely, forcing a little half smile on his lips “But I’m good…”
He was rather positive his tone yesterday must have sound so discouraging that David should have sensed pretty clearly it wasn’t the right time to get an update. Actually, the current time made no exception, but he wasn’t sure they were talking of the same thing anymore. He had a whole different priority right now.
He tossed his casque into a corner and spotted Robert that lifted his eyes up from his newspaper and waved at him from the other side of table. He grabbed the cups and went to take a siège suivant to him. Time for a consult.
Katie bent her head backwards as he passed by, smiling up “Hi there…”
Hugh looked down at her, patting on her shoulders with both hands “Hi, Kat. I know…I’ll get toi in later, ok?”
She nodded, casting one sideways look towards David “Sure, sounds good”.
The siège scraped over the floor as Hugh had sat down astride on it, placing himself in front of Robert, “I need to talk to you” he a dit shortly.
He put the cups down, waiting for some reaction.
He got one. Just a little different from the one he was expecting. Robert was lifting his eyes up already in fact, slowly, the ones wide-opened were his nostrils “Is that…is that coffee?”
He pointed guardedly to one of cups, as if he feared someone might be watching him and he was also sounding slightly feverish to him.
Hugh kept darting his eyes to the door, though, unable to relax “Yes, why?”
Robert shrugged, but he also wiggled on his chair, quite clumsily. He lowered his tone a bit, as if someone might be eavesdropping on him “Nothing, nothing…” he a dit as folding the edges of his paper, “just…you know Gab is giving me hell with this high blood pressure thing…”
Hugh turned to him “High blood pressure? Who? You?”
But Robert wasn’t listening to him anymore, already “Just one drop….” he a dit “what can one drop do? No one will know…”
Hugh just saw an arm outstretching warily towards his cups. He acted on instinct and slapped his hand, snatching the coffee out of his reach.
“Ouch!” Robert cried.
He saw Katie giggling silently at Hugh’s back. He gave her one traverser, croix looked, but she didn’t lift her eyes to him, so he let it go.
Maybe she wasn’t laughing at them.
Hugh gave him a reproachful look “Would toi listen to you? toi sound like a drug addict?” Robert was still massaging the back of his hand, plotting revenge.
“…I didn’t know toi went all cold turkey too…” Hugh added, teasingly as he remembered the way Lisa used to look when she run out of it. He bit his lower lip as darting his eyes to the door once more: God he missed waking up beside her.
Robert smirked. Jackpot: he shouldn’t have put any too…it was too easy really when it came to him.
“Ok, first of all….” Robert started “You could have just a dit no…”
Hugh furrowed, “…extreme measures were required…” he said, humorously. He had just remembered of a time when Lisa had brought him breakfast in bed. He couldn’t even remember whether he had ended up drinking his coffee ou spilling it on the carpet. He could just remember the warm taste of her kisses as she curl up on his lap…
Robert was eying him up in the meanwhile. That blissful expression….it was like shooting at the Red Cross, really. Too easy.
He lowered his eyes, licking his lips eventually “….anyway, I don’t remember toi getting so physical with Lisa before …” he said, mockingly “…not like this anyway…”
This time he got a well-dealt kick from under the table, though.
“Ouch!”
He bent down to massage his tibia.
Hugh watched him, severely “Are toi insane?”
Robert spotted David bursting out laughing silently, this time. He brought one hand to his mouth, covering it to choke the laughs. They died out after a couple of secondes and once again, it didn’t look like he was laughing at them.
He shook his head and went back reading. God knows what he found so funny on that notes. Someone needed a vacation…
“May I talk to you, now please?” Hugh hissed at him once again.
Robert leafed through same pages “You keep saying that but toi never get started….”
Hugh casted another anxious look at the door. Right. Where should he start? Lunch. No. Yesterday. No, last week. No. Lunch. He was in desperate need for a quiet places to have lunch, right now. Yes. Lunch first. They need one where they could talk and no one would bother them.
He whirled his head round “Where would toi have lunch?”
“Mmm…there’s a nice coffee house three blocks away from here” he a dit distractedly eyes always down on his paper “…they serve some Chinese, occasionally Thai….some Vegan….great steaks too if toi wish…”
Hugh nodded “Great. Is that crowded? We don’t want crowded…”
Robert turned a page, looking for the reviews column “No, not at all. Definitely your cup of tea…”
Hugh nodded again, briefly, scratching his jaw. “Good. Nice coffee house it is then…”
He was already brainstorming around other matters.
Speech. He needed a speech. He needed to plan ahead
What would he tell her exactly? Word par word. He needed to plan it out.
He wasn’t sure he wouldn’t stick to it anyway, but somehow made him feel slightly better.
He turned to the door, stretching out to see round the corner.
“On toi I hope…” Robert said, at some point, completely out of the blue “…given you’ve to be forgiven of a steamy cup of coffee getting cold every second” he mocked lifting up his brows “…which of course toi are saving for WHO knows WHO…”
“It’s for Lisa” Hugh answered straight out without even thinking it twice. He had his head still slightly turned to the door, but he was resting his cheeks on his hands now as leaning lazily onto the back of his chair.
Robert lifted up his brows, “Don’t tell me….I would have never guessed…” he scoffed.
Hugh turned a little “What?”
Robert turned another page “I’ll have to call Gaby, though. I told her I would be accueil for lunch….”
Hugh frowned for a moment, then goggled “Oh no, I’m busy for lunch…”
Slowly, Robert lifted his eyes up. Hugh was smiling “Glad to have been helpful…” he a dit quite ironically.
His eyes were even sparkling a little “You were, thank you…” he a dit cheerfully. And then he went back scanning the door area, saying no more. Wasn’t he supposed to talk to him?
Robert narrowed his eyes: he was reminding him of the way he was looking that night at the PCAs: a frightening fluctuating killing combo of mild lack of self confidence and feverish expectancy. He also had that very faint shade of resolution flashing in his eyes that hadn’t he known better...
Had him?!
Slowly, he closed the paper, pressing himself against the back “You know…” he started, lowering his voice quite a bit “…despite that usual indefinable air of potential, upcoming disaster toi bring along with you…like an axe ready to fall over your neck anytime…”
Hugh chuckled, eyes still darting back and forth from the threshold “Never let go of one’s roots…it’s my motto”
Robert smirked, forcing himself to keep a straight face though “Yeah, I see, but anyway I would say toi almost look…I don’t know…”
Hugh outstretched his head so he could scan past the hall; he could catch a glimpse of a small piece of the hallway if he lifted up his bottom just a little, “What? How do I look?” he asked, distractedly. What time was it already?
Robert folded his arms over his chest “…but there’s smell of burning here”
Hugh turned to him then, looking straight into his eyes. He held his stare for a moment.
Robert leaned forward, “Come on...shoot. Which news from the front?”
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Previously on December/December
[/i]She stared back at him for a long moment, blankly, wondering how was even possible feeling so utterly wrecked, worn-out, unbelievably angry at someone - literally stung par a pang of buried anger - and yet finding oneself completely unable to voice it all, feeling like, if toi did – if she let herself feel how hurt she was, how much betrayed she felt - toi would have end up breaking down.
Litteraly shattered, into pieces.
ou worse: settling down for this unhealthy kind of arrangement, ‘cause she just wasn’t able to say no to him anymore.
The phone rang up once again, in her hands but she who it was this time and he didn’t gave her any rush.
Michael went silently back rummaging through her jewelry. She waited as the phone kept ringing, relentlessly, and she was starting to figure out what she had to do. What she owed herself to do. Despite how impossible it felt to her right now.
Finally, Micheal lifted up something, holding it between finger and thumb: it was the collier he was fiddling with just a few minutes ago.
“Why not taking this one, par the way?” he asked, admiring it as he turned it around in his hand “It’s lovely…”
Lisa looked down at the necklace.
It was the final blow.
“Hugh bought me that one...” she said, fatly as staring down at it with her stormy lifeless eyes “...right before we broke up”.
The phone rang up for the umpteenth time.
She got it.[/i]
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26 March 2010
“He a dit he would take care of it?!”
Katie sounded surprised.
David lifted his eyes up at the elevator panel “I told you. He a dit he would called her himself…”
Katie pondered.
“So we were right…” she whispered; but it looked like she was almost talking to herself.
He shrugged, lightly and took a sip of coffee. He was done trying to figure them out: they were too complicated, “I must assume so…” he said. He looked up, hitting the button again “Why doesn’t it come around?”
Katie narrowed her eyes.
She whirled her head to him “Did he tell toi something?”
David darted up at the panel again, “No”.
“I can’t believe we were actually right….”
Finally, the elevator doors hissed open. David stepped in first. She followed, silently.
“You surprised?” he mocked, lifting up an eyebrow. Katie pushed the button, keeping quiet. “Weren’t toi the one pointing out to me how impossibly obvious they were!?”
She leaned against the mur keeping her arms tightly crossed over her chest, holding carpets “Yes…” she muttered, pensively
David furrowed, peering sideways at her out of the corner of his eye.
He didn’t want to know…
“Just…” she added, her stare still Lost somewhere else “…things looked…” she paused “…far plus developed than I thought they were…”
David straightened up, casting a new stealthy glance at the panel. He had no idea what she meant. And he had no desire to find out right now.
Ignorance would be bliss. He was positive of it. He had too much in his hands at the moment.
He didn’t want to know…
The elevator climbed up a few plus floors, until eventually, the last floor cloche, bell ringed in their ears. She wasn’t saying a word about it anymore.
The doors slid open once more.
He was safe.
He had too much in his hands. He didn’t have time for this.
“Then what about the call he got, yesterday?”
He flinched and his hand tensed around his cup, involuntary and he ended up squeezing it. Too much. There was still an inch of coffee inside, but Katie was looking down at it now, eyes wide open, so he had to say goodbye to his coffee and crumpling the cup.
He charged a shot and tried the basket.
He missed for an inch.
Bad sign.
This jour was taking a wrong turn, already.
“So?” she prompted.
“I don’t know…” he cut short “…he didn’t tell me”
“You didn’t ask?!”
They turn to the right heading to the script room.
He could feel her eyes on him.
He licked his lips, avoiding looking at her “No, of course not…”
Katie gaped at him. He could tell par the way her voice had just pierced his ears “Why?! I mean, here something doesn’t add up here, toi could have tried to get something out of him, at least…”
David a dit nothing, but limited himself to keep on walking, instead. Silently. Desperately hoping it would all go away on its own, like a kid shutting his eyes closed at the boogyman.
He didn’t want to know…. why couldn’t he just not know?!
“Listen Dave, if they are back screwing with each other…”
A large allusive smirk flushed up his face, though and he eyed her up, ironically.
Katie dropped her shoulders “Metaphorically speaking of course, toi idiot….”
He gestured innocently “I didn’t say anything….”
She rolled her eyes, “Yes, yes, yes, now shut up and listen…”
He shook his head, still chuckling as they entered the script room: no one had arrived yet.
Why can’t they just take it like this? Lightheartedly, with no stress whatsoever.
Whatever will be…
“I’m serious, David….”
He knew she was. He knew she was.
He just didn’t want to know…
“IF they are back having….” she paused “…well, whatever they are doing with each other at the moment…where do toi put that call?”
David hung his veste to the hat stand.
“I mean, when Hugh got that call he looked devastated! As if he had suddenly fallen into a gorge ou could jump off a cliff any minute ou something….” she said, as putting her stuff onto the table, tableau “Then he tells toi he wants to be the one telling her….”
He sat down, starting to go calmly through his sheets.
He didn’t want to know. Why did she?
“…as if he wanted to be sure he was the only one talking to her, rather than any of us…”
David scoffed at this point “I think you’re letting yourself get carried away par your imagination Kat…”
“Something’s off here Dave, I’m telling you. Who was that?! His wife? No, of course not. So who? A lawyer? What can possibly…”
He swung his head, pinching his voice a little higher. Why couldn’t she just let it go and be? “I don’t know Kat!! How am I supposed to know?! I wasn’t planning to give him the third degree yesterday, ok?!”
She sat down too, leaning forward. Of course, she had no intention to let it go. Ever. “Well, toi could have used some subtleness, even if I understand it’s not a field you’ve an expertise, clearly….” she taunted, in a challenging manner.
David looked at her, “Why do toi even care so much anyway?!”, a faint shadow of exasperation was crossing his face now “I’m worried for him as much as you’re….but whatever he does ou does not with Lisa - as long as it doesn’t affect their job” he said, forcing himself to look as cool as possible with it “it’s HIS business….THEIR business, I don’t care to know…”
There was a brief silence.
Katie was keeping quiet, staring at him, knowingly.
She licked her lips and folded her hands, stretching vers l'avant, vers l’avant a little more.
David pressed himself against the back of his chair, looking puzzled “What?” he asked.
He knew he wouldn’t like the answer.
Why was he even asking?!
He didn’t want to know…
par now, inside his head, it had the sound of a desperate weep of defeat, though.
“You weren’t of this opinion yesterday when I had to step in to chill toi out….” she pointed out, calmly. Her tone had that classic enquiring inflection though, subtle enough to the point of causing him to gulp down.
He lowered his stare on his sheets “Everything was good. Is ALL good, why should I be concerned?” He shrugged,“…it’s pointless, really. Things had worked out smoothly all an long…and now, I have NO intention” he gestured resolutely “and I repeat NO intention…to let myself get sucked downward any useless spiral of tiresome, time-consuming, energy-wasting concern of any kind” he trailed off “Why should I be concerned?”
Katie watched him for a moment “You already a dit that…” she observed ironic.
David rubbed his lips, smirking mildly. He lifted his eyes up “Time to cut it off, Katie alright? I don’t care. End of the story….”
Katie let herself drop backwards on her chair, arms crossed over her chest “Liar. I bet toi care…” she pressed on “…I bet you’re dead curious, just as much as I’m…”
David rolled his eyes, going back to his notes.
Why? Why was he supposed to care?
“…and I’m pretty sure you’re deadly scared it IS in fact gonna screwed up with your show…” she said, eyeing him up defiantly.
He sighed, exasperation kicking in once again “I’m NOT worried, Katie! Stop it. There’s nothing to be worried about! It’s their business….” he said, watching her wide-eyed “And it’s OUR show, par the way....just stop calling yourself out of it whenever toi smell troubles….”
Katie a dit nothing this time.
Slowly, she took a book out of her bourse, sac à main instead and put her glasses on, lowering her gaze.
David sighed once more. Might it really be the time he had won an argument?
“Sure. Our show. No troubles ahead, toi a dit it yourself….” she a dit condescendingly.
He had spoken too early.
“…you’re right. It’s nothing….”
He shook his head, giving up. She was been a drama queen, really…the call, Hugh asking to be the one calling her…they were good. Nothing to worry about.
Katie turned a page “You’re not worried…and everything will be just fine”
“Thanks,” he humored her.
“….but I bet you’ll be crawling back to me when it’s gonna turn out something was dangerously off as I had predicted…”
David wiggled in his chair, furrowing but he didn’t lift his stare up this time.
“We’ll see how it goes when Hugh shows up….” she added.
“We will….” he challenged, but he wasn’t sure he knew what he was doing.
She leafed through another couple of pages.
“Just so toi know I won’t tell toi that ‘I had told toi so’…”
David made a face, hitting her off “How generous of you….”
She smirked eyes always insufferably calmly down on her book, though “My pleasure…you’ll know it par yourself when the time will come, anyway…”
David pursed his lips, sinking down on his chair. He let slip a glance up at her. She was wrong. She was. She MUST be. Everything was good yesterday. Everything MUST still be good….what could have possibly gone amiss in one single night?
Could it?!
Katie lifted up her eyes in that very moment. She locked eyes with him, a tiny little Victorious smile already dancing on her thin lips.
He dropped his shoulders, rolling his eyes with a mix of frustration and annoyance “Alright, alright. Let’s keep an eye on them and see what’s the deal this time, this was toi can relax…ok?”
Katie’s smile broadened, lighting up her face “I knew you’d come around….” she said, patting his hand “…you always do”
David shook his head, smiling.
“…but just to be clear…you’re the one that needs to relax here…”
Hugh pushed the doors open with his shoulders. He kept his stare slightly down as waving at Mike. He rushed through, hurrying to the elevator, two steamy glass of coffee in his hands.
He was still feeling a little bit anxious. He didn’t know why but he kept swinging from excitement to discomfort, and he couldn’t understand why it was. She had a dit yes, after all….
From the way they had hung up, though, he still wasn’t so sure things were perfectly alright between them. On the other hand, they couldn’t look so black for them either. It was just a matter of time. She was mad. It will pass. Of course he admitted the timing of his far than convenient, slight hitch had been epically screwed - of course he recognized it - but he HAD tried to reach her first, she knew it. He had been calling her…
She hadn’t sound just as willing to take that into account, as he wished she would, though.
She was just mad. It will pass…
There couldn’t be anything else.
Anyway she hadn’t arrived yet. Her car wasn’t anywhere downstairs in parking lot, so she must have been still on her way. He still had time to conceive a successful plan of…action, of some sort. Talk to Robert for instance.
After all, she had a dit yes, right? It couldn’t be all bad.
He reached the hall that gave to the script room. It was just a matter of time. A bunch of minutes and he was sure that once he had seen her, he would feel so much better.
Everything would be just fine.
There was just…
There was just something off, though; something that had been striking him as deeply wrong on the phone. He hadn’t the faintest idea why, but the plus he thought about their last conversation, over and over again, rethinking the words inside his head, the plus it almost sounded to him as something was holding her back. He couldn’t quite hit it on the head yet, but something had in truth felt different to him.
And yet he still had the feeling he wasn’t supposed to give up.
Not yet at least.
He took a long deep breath and got inside.
It was crazy.
This countless mood swings.
He couldn’t wait to see her. He would feel so much better.
He was positive.
As hanging his jacket, he let stare slid across the room, even if he knew she wasn’t in yet.
So much better…
He headed to the table, tableau putting the cups down “Morning everyone…”
All of sudden, David went to stand up scrutinizing him a bit “Hugh” he a dit “Everything ok?”
Katie giggled, quietly. He didn’t know why. He was too busy peering out of the door, already, down the hallway, scanning every movement out the corner of his eye.
“Not really...” he answered vaguely, forcing a little half smile on his lips “But I’m good…”
He was rather positive his tone yesterday must have sound so discouraging that David should have sensed pretty clearly it wasn’t the right time to get an update. Actually, the current time made no exception, but he wasn’t sure they were talking of the same thing anymore. He had a whole different priority right now.
He tossed his casque into a corner and spotted Robert that lifted his eyes up from his newspaper and waved at him from the other side of table. He grabbed the cups and went to take a siège suivant to him. Time for a consult.
Katie bent her head backwards as he passed by, smiling up “Hi there…”
Hugh looked down at her, patting on her shoulders with both hands “Hi, Kat. I know…I’ll get toi in later, ok?”
She nodded, casting one sideways look towards David “Sure, sounds good”.
The siège scraped over the floor as Hugh had sat down astride on it, placing himself in front of Robert, “I need to talk to you” he a dit shortly.
He put the cups down, waiting for some reaction.
He got one. Just a little different from the one he was expecting. Robert was lifting his eyes up already in fact, slowly, the ones wide-opened were his nostrils “Is that…is that coffee?”
He pointed guardedly to one of cups, as if he feared someone might be watching him and he was also sounding slightly feverish to him.
Hugh kept darting his eyes to the door, though, unable to relax “Yes, why?”
Robert shrugged, but he also wiggled on his chair, quite clumsily. He lowered his tone a bit, as if someone might be eavesdropping on him “Nothing, nothing…” he a dit as folding the edges of his paper, “just…you know Gab is giving me hell with this high blood pressure thing…”
Hugh turned to him “High blood pressure? Who? You?”
But Robert wasn’t listening to him anymore, already “Just one drop….” he a dit “what can one drop do? No one will know…”
Hugh just saw an arm outstretching warily towards his cups. He acted on instinct and slapped his hand, snatching the coffee out of his reach.
“Ouch!” Robert cried.
He saw Katie giggling silently at Hugh’s back. He gave her one traverser, croix looked, but she didn’t lift her eyes to him, so he let it go.
Maybe she wasn’t laughing at them.
Hugh gave him a reproachful look “Would toi listen to you? toi sound like a drug addict?” Robert was still massaging the back of his hand, plotting revenge.
“…I didn’t know toi went all cold turkey too…” Hugh added, teasingly as he remembered the way Lisa used to look when she run out of it. He bit his lower lip as darting his eyes to the door once more: God he missed waking up beside her.
Robert smirked. Jackpot: he shouldn’t have put any too…it was too easy really when it came to him.
“Ok, first of all….” Robert started “You could have just a dit no…”
Hugh furrowed, “…extreme measures were required…” he said, humorously. He had just remembered of a time when Lisa had brought him breakfast in bed. He couldn’t even remember whether he had ended up drinking his coffee ou spilling it on the carpet. He could just remember the warm taste of her kisses as she curl up on his lap…
Robert was eying him up in the meanwhile. That blissful expression….it was like shooting at the Red Cross, really. Too easy.
He lowered his eyes, licking his lips eventually “….anyway, I don’t remember toi getting so physical with Lisa before …” he said, mockingly “…not like this anyway…”
This time he got a well-dealt kick from under the table, though.
“Ouch!”
He bent down to massage his tibia.
Hugh watched him, severely “Are toi insane?”
Robert spotted David bursting out laughing silently, this time. He brought one hand to his mouth, covering it to choke the laughs. They died out after a couple of secondes and once again, it didn’t look like he was laughing at them.
He shook his head and went back reading. God knows what he found so funny on that notes. Someone needed a vacation…
“May I talk to you, now please?” Hugh hissed at him once again.
Robert leafed through same pages “You keep saying that but toi never get started….”
Hugh casted another anxious look at the door. Right. Where should he start? Lunch. No. Yesterday. No, last week. No. Lunch. He was in desperate need for a quiet places to have lunch, right now. Yes. Lunch first. They need one where they could talk and no one would bother them.
He whirled his head round “Where would toi have lunch?”
“Mmm…there’s a nice coffee house three blocks away from here” he a dit distractedly eyes always down on his paper “…they serve some Chinese, occasionally Thai….some Vegan….great steaks too if toi wish…”
Hugh nodded “Great. Is that crowded? We don’t want crowded…”
Robert turned a page, looking for the reviews column “No, not at all. Definitely your cup of tea…”
Hugh nodded again, briefly, scratching his jaw. “Good. Nice coffee house it is then…”
He was already brainstorming around other matters.
Speech. He needed a speech. He needed to plan ahead
What would he tell her exactly? Word par word. He needed to plan it out.
He wasn’t sure he wouldn’t stick to it anyway, but somehow made him feel slightly better.
He turned to the door, stretching out to see round the corner.
“On toi I hope…” Robert said, at some point, completely out of the blue “…given you’ve to be forgiven of a steamy cup of coffee getting cold every second” he mocked lifting up his brows “…which of course toi are saving for WHO knows WHO…”
“It’s for Lisa” Hugh answered straight out without even thinking it twice. He had his head still slightly turned to the door, but he was resting his cheeks on his hands now as leaning lazily onto the back of his chair.
Robert lifted up his brows, “Don’t tell me….I would have never guessed…” he scoffed.
Hugh turned a little “What?”
Robert turned another page “I’ll have to call Gaby, though. I told her I would be accueil for lunch….”
Hugh frowned for a moment, then goggled “Oh no, I’m busy for lunch…”
Slowly, Robert lifted his eyes up. Hugh was smiling “Glad to have been helpful…” he a dit quite ironically.
His eyes were even sparkling a little “You were, thank you…” he a dit cheerfully. And then he went back scanning the door area, saying no more. Wasn’t he supposed to talk to him?
Robert narrowed his eyes: he was reminding him of the way he was looking that night at the PCAs: a frightening fluctuating killing combo of mild lack of self confidence and feverish expectancy. He also had that very faint shade of resolution flashing in his eyes that hadn’t he known better...
Had him?!
Slowly, he closed the paper, pressing himself against the back “You know…” he started, lowering his voice quite a bit “…despite that usual indefinable air of potential, upcoming disaster toi bring along with you…like an axe ready to fall over your neck anytime…”
Hugh chuckled, eyes still darting back and forth from the threshold “Never let go of one’s roots…it’s my motto”
Robert smirked, forcing himself to keep a straight face though “Yeah, I see, but anyway I would say toi almost look…I don’t know…”
Hugh outstretched his head so he could scan past the hall; he could catch a glimpse of a small piece of the hallway if he lifted up his bottom just a little, “What? How do I look?” he asked, distractedly. What time was it already?
Robert folded his arms over his chest “…but there’s smell of burning here”
Hugh turned to him then, looking straight into his eyes. He held his stare for a moment.
Robert leaned forward, “Come on...shoot. Which news from the front?”
hi guys..
this is not really an article.. but it´s essencial for toi to read it! ;P
i´m a member of the lj 'I Watch For Cuddy' and one of the members (silentsorrows24) made a petition for an extended version of the 7x01 opening scene an asked us to rejoindre in and share it with our Friends and House/Huddy fans..
soo.. i´m here to ask toi to participate so we can get a few plus minutes of the opening act of Huddy
here´s the link:
link
this is not really an article.. but it´s essencial for toi to read it! ;P
i´m a member of the lj 'I Watch For Cuddy' and one of the members (silentsorrows24) made a petition for an extended version of the 7x01 opening scene an asked us to rejoindre in and share it with our Friends and House/Huddy fans..
soo.. i´m here to ask toi to participate so we can get a few plus minutes of the opening act of Huddy
here´s the link:
link
Below are the promo pics of Hugh as House from Season 1 to now, which is the best hottest one? And why?;)
Pic #1 is season 1
Just starting out with the show...looks good but his eyes make it the best
Pic #2 is season 2
Still looks the same as with season 1...looks good of course
Pic #3 is season 3
Again not much change...
Pic #4 is season 4
For some reason I thought he looked amazing for this promo
Pic #5 is season 5
He looked purdy good, a little older looking though
Pic #6 is season 6
He looks ALOT older...
Pic #7 is season 7
To me Season 7 is the hottest!! Why? Because he looks so young and healthy my God!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pic #1 is season 1
Just starting out with the show...looks good but his eyes make it the best
Pic #2 is season 2
Still looks the same as with season 1...looks good of course
Pic #3 is season 3
Again not much change...
Pic #4 is season 4
For some reason I thought he looked amazing for this promo
Pic #5 is season 5
He looked purdy good, a little older looking though
Pic #6 is season 6
He looks ALOT older...
Pic #7 is season 7
To me Season 7 is the hottest!! Why? Because he looks so young and healthy my God!!!!!!!!!!!!