Previously on Just Friends...

Without warning, Lisa jumped up and grabbed at the nearest cupboard, and Hugh reached one long arm out and circled her waist, pulling her back in the direction of the table. Lisa’s hip hit the counter, and before anyone could realize what was happening, she had Lost her balance and fell, spinning 180 degrees and landing in Hugh’s lap across from where she’d been sitting.
    “I told you,” he whispered in her ear as she started giggling. “No plus pain grillé for you!”


~*~*~

    “You know I always thought of toi as a very generous individual…” Lisa shot back, turning her head to lock eyes with him. Hugh stopped breathing for a seconde as he stared at his friend, then suddenly turned his head away from her and breathed out hard. “Um—Hugh? toi ok there?”
    “Had onions,” he said. “Need to brush my teeth.”
    “How chivalrous of toi to turn away rather than breathing them all over me,” Lisa said, putting her hand on his shoulder to brace herself as she got back to her feet. “I do appreciate it.”
    “Anytime, my friend,” he said, unconsciously putting his hands on her waist to steady her as she stood. Lisa turned half around to look at him again, and he quickly pulled his hands back and stood up. “Sorry.”
    Lisa looked up at him and tried desperately not to reach up and touch his face. “It’s ok. But I’ve kept toi long enough from your work, so… I should go.”
    “Ok.” After a moment, Hugh nodded and started to walk her back towards the door. “I’ll see toi tomorrow. And thanks for bringing my script over, I really am going to get to it as soon as I kick toi out.”
    “What am I, the homework police?” Lisa teased, reaching for the door handle. “Do it, don’t do it, you’re brilliant either way.”
    “I am not,” he started to protest, then saw the look on her face that said, clear as day, I knew toi were going to say that. Hugh laughed, and leaned in to Kiss her cheek. “Ok. Bye, Lis. Drive safe, ok?”
    “Sure,” she whispered against his jaw line. “Ok.”
    Hugh was outlined par the light from the foyer as Lisa headed out to her car, tossed her script in, and slid into the driver’s seat. She waved at him once she was in, but he didn’t leave.
    “Of course,” she muttered to herself, “always the gentleman.” And she slid the key into the ignition, and she turned it, and her cœur, coeur stopped.
    It is always a horrific feeling when toi can’t start your car, and being a télévision étoile, star who is accustomed to having things kept in haut, retour au début shape and ready to run when toi are, it is doubly so. Lisa frantically tried to start it up again, realizing that Hugh was still standing there watching, and started checking things. What could it be?
    “I don’t know anything about cars,” she wailed to herself, grabbing at aléatoire switches, until she ran across the headlight knob. It was set to ‘on.’ “Oh, toi have got to be kidding me.”
    Hugh jogged across the patio and leaned in, waiting for her to roll down her window. “Need a tow, ma’am?” He drawled.
    “This stupid thing,” she muttered, taking the key out. “The headlights are supposed to turn off automatically but the mechanism has been jouer la comédie up and I haven’t been able to get it in to be fixed and now…” She looked up at her co-star and gave him a tiny smile. “I don’t suppose toi have jumper cables?”
    “Jumper cables?” Hugh repeated, as if the words had never been a dit to him before. “Um—no, I’m afraid not.”
    “Ok…” Lisa pushed her door open, tired of talking out the window. The two of them leaned against the car in the cool California air. “Well, this is a problem. Because if I call the auto service and have them come here…”
    “Lord almighty,” Hugh said, finally getting it. “But—I don’t know how else you’re going to get it out of here, I mean—”
    “Believe it ou not, Hugh, I actually am kind of spacey, which means that this has happened before.” Lisa a dit ruefully. “And I can tell toi that if we just let it sit with the headlights turned off for a while, the battery will slowly recharge itself. And eventually I’ll be able to start it up again, but I have to give it quite some time, because every time I try to start it and it isn’t ready yet, it drains it again.” Hugh was silent. “Ok, so what I’ll do is set up a tent back here, and start a nice little campfire, and sing Kumbaya…”
    “Don’t be ridiculous,” he a dit automatically. “We’ll go back inside.”
    Lisa shouldered her bag and followed him back to the light of the house. “Ok, listen, just tell me where toi want me, and I will not say a word. Seriously, not a peep will toi hear, toi just do your work, and I will just read ou something, and—um.” Hugh had opened a door down the hallway to a bright, airy bedroom. A Queen sized lit with a white and green floral comforter sat up against one wall, and facing it was a small sitting area with a couch, armchair, and coffee table. On the far side of the canapé was a small two shelved book shelf with a variety of paperbacks stuffed in, and the entire back mur was a window siège looking over the backyard pool area. A heavy oak-stained chest of drawers sat suivant to the closet, and on the other side of the lit in the corner was a small door that opened into a ½ bath, with a douche stall. “Hugh…”
    “It’s late,” he said, not looking at her. “If toi wait until the middle of the night to try and start your car, you’ll get no sleep at all. There’s… clothes in that chest. And the closet. There’s probably something that will fit you, I just—” he rubbed the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “I went to the mall one jour and just started buying aléatoire things in aléatoire sizes, on the off chance that someone would come visit… they wouldn’t have to bring so much luggage… and it just kind of felt good to be able to tell my daughters that I had been thinking of them and that I would be ready for them anytime they wanted to come… if they ever wanted to come…”
    Lisa was gaping at him. “Hugh. That is possibly the sweetest, most thoughtful thing I have ever heard of. Really.” She walked halfway into the room, looking around. “And this room is gorgeous.”
    “Thanks,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. “Um. So don’t let me bug you. I’ll just be down the way a bit, I’m going to get to work. And just… really, don’t worry about interrupting, just let me know if you, toi know… if toi need anything.”
     “Ok.” She whispered, still looking at him. “Thanks, Hugh.”
    “Anytime.” The two stared at each other for a moment, then Hugh nodded his head and pushed himself off the jamb and headed down the hallway. Lisa looked around the room again. Sticking her head in the bathroom, she saw that there were toothbrushes and toothpaste, soap, shampoo, towels so fluffy she wasn’t sure she’d ever want to put them down. “The man should open a hotel,” she finally a dit aloud to the room, and headed for the chest of drawers to find something to sleep in.
    Down the hall, Hugh was sitting at the cuisine table, tableau with a bière unopened in front of him and his script open to the first page. He had made exactly no progress.     
    “How’s a man supposed to get anything done with a gorgeous woman down the hall and completely and totally off limits?!” He groused to himself, glaring at his drink. “Hands-off, unavailable, taboo, forbidden, prohibited, illicit, what the hell am I thinking of?” And he buried his face in his hands and let out a silent scream of frustration. “Ok. Got that out of my system. Back to work.”
    Lisa had uncovered a California surf scene t-shirt and a pair of flannel shorts and was now arranged on the impossibly soft sofa with a few livres suivant to her, flipping through one after another, trying to decide which to read. Mysteries, science fiction, and—
    “Hugh?” Lisa couldn’t help it. She grabbed the book and walked down to the kitchen, waving the black and red tome in her hand. He looked up from the table, tableau and blanched when he saw what she was holding. “Why in the world do toi have a copy of Twilight?”
    His entire head was turning red.
    “It’s—you know, like I said, shopping for my daughters—it’s been popular, so I—it’s in case they came and wanted to read—”
    “You are such a liar!” Lisa burst out laughing, whacking him in the arm with the book. “You read this, didn’t you? Look at this, the spine’s been creased, where are the other livres in the series? Are they scattered through the house to throw people off?”
    “All right, all right,” he muttered. “Fine. Yes, my name is Hugh Laurie and I read the Twilight books. toi happy?”
    “Ecstatic.” Lisa smiled down at him fondly. “Um. I’m sorry, I swear, last interruption. But… would it help toi at all to run lines, ou should I just go back to my room and shut up?”
    “Your room,” he repeated under his breath.
    “Oh—sorry, the room I’m staying in...”
    “No, no, you’re plus than welcome to think of it as your own personal l’espace in case your house ever burns down,” Hugh joked. “Um—no, listen, go and relax. I’m probably going to head to lit after another half heure ou so. We can try your car tomorrow morning and if it still doesn’t work we’ll figure something out and in the meantime I can give toi a life to the set.”
    Lisa’s eyebrows rose mischievously. “On the bike?”
    Hugh gave her a look. “Somehow I think that would be unwise.”
    “Oh, don’t worry. I’m sure my car will be fine.” Lisa reached out her hand and ruffled what was left of Hugh’s hair affectionately. “Ok. Don’t stay up too late now, buster. Good night.”
    And she strolled back down the hallway. Hugh almost turned to watch her go, then sternly checked himself and went back to his script. This was going to be a long night…
~*~*~
    Lisa woke early the suivant morning to the sound of many items falling to the floor and some muffled British cursing. Taking only a few secondes to run her fingers through her hair and make sure it wasn’t sticking straight up, she headed down the hallway in the direction of the noises.
    “Hugh?” She said, knocking on the mur outside what she thought was the bathroom. “Are toi ok?”
    “Yeah—yeah, hang on…” a few secondes later he opened the door, and Lisa looked past him into a complete disaster area.
    “What happened?!” She said, started to walk in, and then realized that Hugh was standing in front of her, shirtless, with a can of shaving cream in one hand, a razor in the other, and quite a lot of foam everywhere else. “Hugh…”
    “I hate shaving,” he muttered, grabbing for a towel and trying to wipe the worst of the explosion off himself, moving aside so Lisa could enter. “Especially this early in the morning.”
    Lisa looked Hugh up and down, trying not to focus on the fact that he was standing this close, with what had to be the most adorable case of lit head she had ever seen.
    “Hugh,” she said, grabbing another towel and starting to wipe off the mirror. “I swear, it is really just too cute how toi can have so little hair and it still sticks in every direction when toi wake up.” He made a face and started pawing at it before he realized his hands were full. Lisa finally took pity on him. “Look, you’re still half asleep. How late did toi stay up last night?”
    Hugh shrugged. “I don’t know, I got maybe three ou four hours.”
    “And because of that you’re going to end up maiming yourself. Sit.” She pointed at the tub. “And give me that before toi do some serious damage.”
    “Lisa, come on, I can handle this,” Hugh said, half-heartedly putting up a fight. As Lisa reached for the can, he quickly raised his hand and shot off a squirt of froth in her direction, just missing her face. “Damn! I used to be better at that.”
    “Give it.” She said, snatching the shaving cream out of his hand and waiting impatiently for the razor to follow. “And sit. Down.” Hugh sat. “Ok.” Lathering her hands with the shaving cream, Lisa started to spread it on his face. “Now look, I have done this before, believe it ou not, so I know what I’m doing. I know this is going to be incredibly difficult for you, but I need toi to try not to talk.”
    “I—” Hugh started, and got a mouthful of foam.
    “I told you!” She sang, and turned around to pick up the razor. “Now hold still.”
    The bathroom fell silent as Lisa gently turned his chin so she was looking at the left side of his face and began gently shaving away the whiskers she’d grown so accustomed to. Lisa tried not to be distracted par the rise and fall of Hugh’s shoulders as he breathed, his exhalations lightly tickling the hair near her ear. A low, rasping noise came as she started another stroke downward, and Hugh hissed suddenly.
    “Did I get you?” Lisa asked, pulling back a bit.
    “No. It’s ok,” Hugh said, shaking his head slightly.
    “Ok…” She touched his chin again, this time tilting his head back. Hugh started a bit, and Lisa moved her hand to berceau, station d’accueil his head just behind his ear until their eyes met. “Hugh, trust me,” she whispered. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
    Interminable secondes passed as Hugh stared into her eyes, seeing everything—seeing the little-known character actress he was introduced to five ou six years ago, seeing her blossom into the woman she was now, seeing her wordlessly begging him to take her into his confidence and allow her to help him, in whatever small way… Lisa blinked slowly, and raised her eyebrows in query. Hugh closed his eyes and moved his head back again, exposing his neck. Smiling, Lisa let her thumb drift along his head behind his ear for a moment before readjusting, bracing herself with her left hand on his knee as she knelt in front of him and began to slowly draw the razor up across his throat to his jaw. Hugh swallowed, and moved his hand to cover hers, not opening his eyes. A minute ou two later, Lisa gently pulled his head vers l'avant, vers l’avant again, her hand at the back of his neck, and leaned closer to make sure she hadn’t missed anything. Her breath whooshed gently into his ear as she bent towards the right side of his face, taking tiny swipes at aléatoire spots she thought were still rough. Hugh’s eyes remained closed, even when he heard the sink running, and then a damp, warm cloth was being tenderly applied to his face as Lisa carefully wiped away any of the remains of the shaving materials.
    When she was satisfied, she took a step back. He looked like a completely different person, and Lisa bit her lip, thinking. Well, she a dit to herself, you look different too, toi know. And it’ll grow back.
    “Hugh?” She said, reaching out to cup the side of his face and feel the smoothness of his skin under her hand. “You’re done. Do toi need aftershave ou anything?”
    Slowly his eyes opened do see Lisa leaning over him, only an inch ou two away from his face. But she looked—almost sad?
    “What’s wrong?” He asked lowly.
    “Nothing,” she said, trying to smile and starting to back up. Hugh pushed himself up to his feet and back into her personal space.
    “Nothing?”
    “You just—it’s just different is all,” she said, gesturing for him to look in the mirror.
    “Oh good Lord,” he muttered, leaning toward the sink. “It’s like going back in time. Ew.”
    Lisa burst out laughing and moved suivant to him, reaching to turn on the sink and clean up the last of the shaving cream that had gotten spread all over the bathroom. Hugh capped the razor, set it on the ledge, and then stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.
    “Thanks, Lis,” he a dit into her hair. “I was really not looking vers l'avant, vers l’avant to that.”
    Lisa smiled and turned her head slightly so that his nose was against her cheek. “It was my pleasure. And now toi get to explain why we’re both going to be late on set today.”
    Without removing his arms, Hugh craned his neck to see his watch. “Damnation,” he muttered. “We gotta get going.”
    Neither moved.
    “Ok…” Lisa said, starting to turn around. Hugh’s arms remained locked in place. “Hugh?”
    “Sorry.” He mumbled. “I don’t know what—”
    “Hugh,” she repeated, reaching to touch his face. “Do toi need a hug?”
    A moment passed, and then he burst out laughing. “I always need a hug, it seems, doesn’t it? I’m such a grouch.”
    “You’re a very lovable grouch.” Lisa corrected, and circled her arms around his neck, pulling him close. “Even grouches need hugs every once in a while.”
    The hairs on the back of Hugh’s neck slowly stood on end as he registered the feeling of Lisa’s arms on his bare back, her nails lightly scratching the skin where her hands rested. He closed his eyes again slowly, trying to ignore the fact that he was only wearing a light pair of sleeping pants, and the fact that if they didn’t get moving right now, they were going to be very seriously late. But then Lisa shifted her weight from one foot to the other, and her hips brushed against his, and Hugh realized he needed to déplacer away—immediately.
    Putting his hands firmly on her shoulders, he took a giant step back, eyes focused firmly on her feet. Lisa furrowed her brow, wondering what had made him suddenly retreat, and put her hand on his elbow, waiting for him to look back up. When he did, she sucked in a breath and focused very hard on not… looking… down.
    “Lisa,” he a dit breathlessly. “You need to go get dressed. And then we need to test your car. And then we have to go to work. I think—” Damn it, it wasn’t going away! “Um, try the closet for something a little less casual for the set until toi get to wardrobe.”
    Lisa’s eyes softened and she nodded, patted his arm and quickly turned away, fleeing the bathroom and not looking back. Hugh looked down at himself, then closed and locked the door, and stepped into the shower, turning the knob all the way to cold and blasting himself back to reality.
~*~*~
    Lisa’s car had, in fact, had enough time to rethink its position, and started right up when they tried it. They just barely managed to make it to the set par their call time, and only Robert looked askance when they pulled in right behind each other. Hugh barely looked at her as they headed toward the set, and immediately veered off toward wardrobe as soon as they got inside. Lisa, in a lightweight button-down chemise over her kakis, kaki from the jour before, hesitated before following him to get her own work clothes for the day.    
    “Lisa, Hugh! House office set, please?”
    “I hate this,” Hugh muttered as they hurried back out of wardrobe. “I don’t feel prepared, I feel rushed, I feel—”
    “This is my fault,” Lisa a dit lowly to him, making sure no one was listening. “I’m so sorry, I should have just called a cab ou something last night.”
    “No.” Hugh stopped and looked at her before leaving her in the hallway to go into House’s office. “It’s my fault. I’m being a complete and utter jerk, I’m taking advantage of toi and your friendship, because I’m lonely, ou because I don’t have Friends that I hang out with, ou just because we have such a good time together… and this morning…”
    “Nothing happened this morning,” Lisa whispered, leaning in to make sure she was paying attention. “Ok? toi have nothing to feel guilty about, and neither do I.”
    The two looked at each other and continued to feel guilty.
    “Well.” Lisa said, half-smiling at him. “Ok, something else for us to do together. Feel guilty when there’s nothing to feel guilty about.”
    Hugh rolled his eyes at her and laughed slightly, pushing open the glass door and walking over to House’s desk.
    Awhile later, Lisa pushed the door open and walked in, carrying a small paper cup. “Starting tomorrow, you’ll come to my office for your fix,” she said, coming around the bureau and standing in front of where Hugh was sitting in the chair.
    A moment passed. “I’m done with the methadone. I screwed up.”    
“The kid’s parents wanted that MRI.”
    “Yeah, but I knew he didn’t need it. And I did it anyway. That’s what got him sick.”
    Lisa scoffed, turning away from him to gather her thoughts, taking a step back and then turning back. “You just solved a case that no one else could solve.”
    “I created a case. I played nice because… I was in a good mood… because I didn’t hurt.” Hugh stood slowly, and Lisa took a step closer, coming into his space.
    “You don’t need your pain to be a good doctor,” she insisted.
    “I’m not interested in good.”
    “You’re afraid to be happy!”
    “Why do toi care if I’m happy?” Hugh snapped, staring at her. Suddenly Lisa’s eyes were glassy, and her lines went flying out of her head, and the only thing she could think to say was…
    “That’s all I care about…” she whispered. Hugh leaned back a bit in surprise, and Lisa blinked quickly. “Um. Line?”
    “Afraid of change,” someone called from behind the cameras, and Lisa nodded, rolling her neck and then looking back up at Hugh to continue. “Sorry. Ahem. You’re afraid of change.” Hugh’s gaze didn’t waver. “The one thing toi have is your intellect. toi think if that’s compromised, toi have nothing.” She sighed, not seeing him weaken his stance, and held the pills up to him, her eyes silently pleading. “Just take it.”
    Hugh shook his head. “No.”
    “Don’t do this,” Lisa said, her voice breaking slightly. Hugh reached out and took the medicine from her, their fingers brushing.
    “It’s already done,” he said, dropping the pills in the garbage can. Lisa stood La Reine des Neiges in place as he reached around her to pick up a hospital cane leaning against the wall. Feeling Hugh’s breath against her neck as he straightened himself again, Lisa was transported momentarily back to his bathroom earlier than morning, and she closed her eyes as he limped away from her, turning out the lights and leaving the office. Lisa turned her head away from his retreating figure, not opening her eyes, until the director called the scene, then opened her eyes. Hugh was standing at the end of the hallway, looking down at her from off set. Lisa swallowed hard, then smiled at him and gave a thumbs-up, waving him back.
    “Good scene,” she called, and the crew applauded as they reset, ready to go again.