Post Rebelle Heart, Happy Belated-Halloween Huddies. Let's just say this compensates for the lack of episode this week. :)
"Duck? Again?" House asked Wilson. In his office, House just kicked back in awe of Wilson's costume. He was also wearing an outfit--Batman--but at the moment there was no contest.
"It's my favori costume, so what?"
"You expect to give scares with that?"
"I'm appealing to the younger demographic."
"Do I need to repeat myself?"
"I'm taking Rachel out with my godson tonight and wearing your spilled guts costume might frighten them a bit."
"She's one, how are toi taking her trick-or-treating?"
"Cuddy's going out with Lucas, just doing her a favor."
"Right."
"She's Po."
"She's a what?"
"She's Po. toi know, link?"
"Good God, she's wearing that?"
"What? Po's cute."
"You think they're all cute." At that moment, the team walked in, all in costumes of their own. Cameron appeared as Cinderella, Chase came as Prince Charming, and Foreman came as a ghetto Frankenstein.
"What'd Cuddy come as?" House asked paying no attention to the team.
"I think she's--the hooker ou stripper version of Wonder Woman."
"Interesting."
"And interesting is loosely translated to either, 'Oh that's sexy' ou 'how hot'?"
"Both. In different ways. Speaking of the superhooker, I'll be back." and he got up from his chair, slid his mask down and flipped up his cape as he walked out. Wilson just stood for a moment and managed to take a glance at the team. He smiled at them and they smiled awkwardly back before he waddled himself out of there.
Speeding down the hallway he caught the elevators before they caught his cape, and he made his way down to the lobby. As soon as the doors opened he jolted out and smiled at the scenery. A darker tone in the lobby along with the several decorations suspending from the ceilings gave an eerie feel to anyone walking in ou out.
Whipping open the clinic doors he passed par the nurses going straight to Cuddy's office. He slowed as he made his way in.
Closing the door slowly he looked at her working casually at her desk, but with her body wrapped in metallic clothes. He just smiled as he waited for her to look up. As soon as she did, she let out a giggle.
"I didn't think you'd dress up today. Let alone dress up as Batman."
"You shouldn't underestimate the cripple. I limp par jour and fly par night. Beware. And toi shouldn't laugh at me until you've seen Wilson with the--"
"Duck costume, I know." their voices overlapped.
"Why toi dump the kid on him tonight?"
"I didn't he asked if I had plans, I a dit I was taking Rachel with me and Lucas and we went on about how someone should be taking her trick-or-treating and the end result, obviously..."
"Why would he be taking his godson anyway..." with a short pause, she just looked at him, waiting to finish his thought.
"That manipulative bitch. I'll be back." smiling and slightly angry, he strut out of there and back to Wilson's office leaving Cuddy in an awkward state. Reaching Wilson's office, he burst the door open to emphasize his entrance.
"You meddling, annoyingly analytical, manipulative bitch."
"I go par each description, ou all three is fine."
"You let me go over there and nearly allowed myself to get pulled into your little--"
"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Why did toi volunteer to take out the kid?"
"I didn't." House got up to his bureau and starting pointing fingers.
"YES, toi did."
"She asked me to take her."
"Right. Because toi would just so happen to be taking your 'son'--"
"Godson--"
"--out trick-or-treating? You'd rather be drunk, at a bar, with me and a few floozies."
"Of course I would. I mean, why should I do a friend a favor, and spend some time with my godson whom I barely see now--which is your fault really--when I can be wasted with toi at a bar toi will most likely abandon me at."
"I didn't abandon you. toi refused to leave."
"Right." Wilson attempted to get back to work, but House suddenly jerked, about to exhale his epiphany.
"You don't care about taking out Rachel. toi don't even care about taking out your godson. toi care, about me caring that you're taking out Rachel. toi wanted me to tell Cuddy that I could take her out, that I could run the favor and.."
"Go on," he spoke with half a smile.
"You manipulative bitch."
"So."
"You'd use--"
"I used no one."
"You knew about this night, and toi added your godson as a factor in your own manipulation?"
"He's not a factor. He's a constant. Things wouldn't change either way." he scoffed at him. There was a pause, and then he continued.
"Go."
"I don't want the kid."
"But toi do."
"You want to think, that I want the kid, because I want her."
"Is that a confession? ou is this just plus clearer than I thought?"
"I'm not--"
"Go. Get yourself down there, throw some generosity on like I know toi can, and 'take the kid in my stead'." House bore his eyes at him, before turning on his heel and leaving with a quick whisper under his breath,
"Generosity my ass..." Wilson snickered and continued to his work as House made his way back to Cuddy's office.
Opening her doors, he found the room empty. Expecting a relief, disappointment filled instead. An odd sensation at the bottom of his stomach, and an uneasiness in his chest. Glancing around quick, he left, without hesitation.
---
That Night - Wilson's Apartment
"TRICK-OR-TREAT!" kids hollered at the door. Handfuls of kids had reached the apartments in the last heure as they waited for Cuddy to arrive with Rachel. It was nearly seven.
"So toi don't want her to know that you're taking her?" Wilson asked from the living room. He was fixing up his godson, Jack's costume--firefighter. House echoed a response from the cuisine as he washed dishes from the sink. He had returned to normal clothing.
"Thought we went through this earlier...." he seemed evidently distracted.
"You lacked an actual answer. toi know, par not saying anything at all. I'm sure toi could've come up with something--" the faucet closed shut. House leaned on the sink with his hands propped on each side. He stood stationary for about a minute when a knock sounded on the door. Struggling to open the door with his beak in the way, Wilson opened to Cuddy. She was dressed for a party with Rachel in her arms dressed as the red teletubby.
"Hey, she looks cute. House, take a look." Wilson held onto the door and gestured House over, but he just glanced at him with aggravation from his position at the sink. Taking it as a sign, he stuttered for words as Cuddy handed Rachel over.
"I--uh, think he stepped out for--er--a drink."
"Oh. I thought toi guys would be taking the kids."
"He's too busy getting wasted for a messy orgy."
"Hey--kids?" Cuddy uttered with alarm.
"She's one, hes--oblivious."
"Right. Well, I'll drop par in a couple hours. Have fun." she ended with a smile before taking off. Closing the door, he turned to Jack waiting patiently with his empty bucket on the couch.
"Uncle Wilson, what's an orgy?" House bit his lip and looked over at the 'deer in the headlights' Wilson and let go a hard laugh. He then limped over and slipped on his veste while Wilson gathered all their belongs with the sustained look on his face.
"Oh stop worrying. All seven an old's know what an orgy is." House 'reassured' him as he took Rachel.
"What seven an old's do toi know?" he asked blankly. They opened the door.
"It's called the clinic and pediatrics department." Closing the door, Wilson took a glance around the apartment, and briefly noticing something hanging from the kitchen-living room arch that seemed to make him smile.
---
"Way to ruin the process." House hollered from the doorstep. Wilson was fixing his tail trying to remove it from the gate while the kids and House waited for him to make his way up the path. When unstuck, he waddled up.
"This--this is not working. I need real clothes." House rang the doorbell as he shook his head at Wilson who was struggling still with his costume. The door opened and a young woman answered with a bowl of Candy in her arm. She first smiled at House--in which he returned a meek smile--then at Rachel and Jack. Pouring handfuls into their buckets, her attention returned to Rachel who began to wave at the woman. She smiled and waved back laughing softly before addressing House.
"Your daughter is adorable. How old is she?"
"Almost a year," he struggled to say at first. Wilson drew his attention towards House par shifting over his eyes, side glancing. He saw him looking back as if verifying what just happened. Both smiled at her before she closed the door, and hesitated conversation until they reached the sidewalk.
"Last one for the night? I think we've got enough Candy here to rot all of our teeth." Wilson finally said.
"Where'd toi park," House asked calmly.
"Couple blocks down from here after this first right." They lapsed into silence until they reached their car. Everything surrounding them was full of Halloween delight, but they both seemed to screen everything out. It was all actually silenced par the closing of the doors, and the revving of the engine once they got in. It took a while however, for Wilson with his costume.
"First one tonight. I'm actually surprised toi didn't get a lot of those." Wilson commenté as they carefully drove through the street.
"I did. They were conveyed through smiles and other tiny gestures I shouldn't have even been paying attention to."
"Anyone would've assumed."
"Which is why I let her. If I a dit I wasn't the father, I don't think I'd wanted my face to be posté around as 'Gregory House: Brilliant diagnostician, Halloween pedophile."
"You wouldn't be seen off as that."
"If I told her I wasn't the kid's father then I would be."
"Why do toi do that? Rationalize something sweet? That's like making sugar bitter. It doesn't work like that. Just accept that toi didn't do it because it was 'logical', accept it for what it is."
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Oh-kay."
"Okay--"
"Shut up." House quickly cut him off, but he returned with one question, causing the rest of the ride to merge into a definite silence.
"I forgot to ask--where's your cane?"
---
"I want to sleep where the hell are his parents?" an irritated House asked Wilson.
"He's asleep so relax, it's not like we have to do anything."
"And this one?" he gestured to a fast asleep Rachel on the couch.
"She should've been picked up par now."
"Fifty bucks says mommy's wasted."
"No, I believe that." Wilson ended with a scoff. House glanced at his watch: Quarter to eleven.
"Keys," House called out from the kitchen.
"Give her a break, she's having fun."
"She also knows her responsibilities."
"What are toi going to do, wait at the door?"
She's got at least five copies of keys ten feet away from the door, I can get in if necessary. KEYS." Wilson sighed and tossed over his keys.
"Since when do toi care about her responsibilities anyway.." he asked as he took a siège on the canapé suivant to Jack. He handed Rachel to House as he a volé, étole a Candy bar from her bucket.
"She dumps her on me, I temporarily take the load," he bit into the bar and his voice muffled as he made his way out the door.
"and when I take care of her load, I take care of her load. Hm." he stopped at the door.
"What?" Wilson turned his head.
"I think I should've picked a different metaphor. 'Load' can be interpreted in several ways....interesting." and he walked out, swinging the door closed taking off for Cuddy's House.
"I'm stealing half your Candy kiddo. This stuff will rot your teeth faster than mine." House had set her in her lit de bébé after removing her costume. She had underclothes on, but Cuddy could change those--if sober enough ou at all--when she returned home. Leaving the bucket half full with the candies stuffed in his pockets, he just sat in the rocking chair, waiting for anyone to come home. Nearly drifting off to sleep, he awoke with alarm after his arm propping up his head has slid off the armrest. Then he heard keys thrust into the locks. Quickly standing up, he darted for the hallway and met Lucas and Cuddy at the door.
"I thought--" Cuddy began.
"Wow. You're plus sober than I thought you'd be."
"What--What are toi doing here?"
"Kid's asleep. Your welcome. Happy Halloween." he went out the door without another word. Cuddy gestured to Lucas to check on Rachel as she opened the door again, going after House.
"You're not even going to tell me how the night went?" she called from the porch. He stopped, holding his thigh and turned around to walk back up the steps.
"How am I supposed to know, I wasn't there."
"You wouldn't have a dit 'your welcome' if toi hadn't done something."
"I dropped her off, hence the 'your welcome'. It's the whole thank you-you're welcome process little kiddies learn as their first 'magic words'."
"Right. Like he could manage two kids par himself with that outrageous costume of his."
"Don't underestimate the duck. If he wants to he can keep his ducklings in order....They had fun. Lots of candy. But, it should've been you."
"She's one, House. I don't think she'll remember me missing her first Halloween with her."
"Even then, the memories toi have with her are the ones she'll be able to remember the most. So don't waste your time with her, you'll lose it fast. If you're anything of the mother toi think toi are and I think toi are, you'll spend less time with the boy and plus time with her.""
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It's not her first kiss, her first boyfriend, first sexual encounter etc.,. that she'll be remembering long after you're gone. At least, if toi play your cards right with her."
"You still remember things with your mom?"
"Not exactly." and without another word, he took off for Wilson's car across the street, allowing her to watch him drive away into the brisk Hallows Eve night.
---
The Following Week - Tuesday
"I think toi and House should take some of the leftover candy. I think she's sick of it." Cuddy admitted to Wilson. They were in the cafeteria eating lunch together, like every Tuesday past.
"House took a bunch when he dropped her off, I thought with that you'd at least be able to finish."
"Aha, right." With a single pause to avaler, hirondelle and bite, Cuddy continued.
"We had a weird talk before he left."
"You guys always have weird talks. He throws suggestive comments, toi usually reply with a clever retort, and everyone else in the room is left feeling awkward ou uncomfortable, ou if they're anything like me inside they are secretly rooting."
"He was voicing to me his opinion of how I should raise Rachel."
"Oh, wow. That dad thing really spooked him then." Taking their trays, he dumped the trash in the bin behind them and they both got out of the booths before he continued.
"Our last house, a woman thought Rachel was his kid." her face turned confused.
"He told me he didn't go with toi guys."
"He did. But--I guess the woman really got to him. Hence the 'voicing out his opinion' after he dropped her off." They went for the elevators, going for Wilson's floor. They didn't speak till the doors opened again.
"Why would he be spooked par that?"
"Not necessarily spooked. plus like...I don't know. I have lack of word choice right now." Taking a glance towards his office, she saw him conducting a differential with the team. Half focused, half distracted. She followed Wilson to his door as he began to unlock it with his key. He went straight for his bureau as Cuddy held onto the door.
"I told toi he was changing. How much--not a lot. But where they occur are still left to be seen." Pursing her lip, she closed the door behind her and walked towards his office. Standing inconspicuously par the windows she just stared at him. Replaying Wilson's words in her head.
Not a lot...where they occur....still left to be seen.
"Duck? Again?" House asked Wilson. In his office, House just kicked back in awe of Wilson's costume. He was also wearing an outfit--Batman--but at the moment there was no contest.
"It's my favori costume, so what?"
"You expect to give scares with that?"
"I'm appealing to the younger demographic."
"Do I need to repeat myself?"
"I'm taking Rachel out with my godson tonight and wearing your spilled guts costume might frighten them a bit."
"She's one, how are toi taking her trick-or-treating?"
"Cuddy's going out with Lucas, just doing her a favor."
"Right."
"She's Po."
"She's a what?"
"She's Po. toi know, link?"
"Good God, she's wearing that?"
"What? Po's cute."
"You think they're all cute." At that moment, the team walked in, all in costumes of their own. Cameron appeared as Cinderella, Chase came as Prince Charming, and Foreman came as a ghetto Frankenstein.
"What'd Cuddy come as?" House asked paying no attention to the team.
"I think she's--the hooker ou stripper version of Wonder Woman."
"Interesting."
"And interesting is loosely translated to either, 'Oh that's sexy' ou 'how hot'?"
"Both. In different ways. Speaking of the superhooker, I'll be back." and he got up from his chair, slid his mask down and flipped up his cape as he walked out. Wilson just stood for a moment and managed to take a glance at the team. He smiled at them and they smiled awkwardly back before he waddled himself out of there.
Speeding down the hallway he caught the elevators before they caught his cape, and he made his way down to the lobby. As soon as the doors opened he jolted out and smiled at the scenery. A darker tone in the lobby along with the several decorations suspending from the ceilings gave an eerie feel to anyone walking in ou out.
Whipping open the clinic doors he passed par the nurses going straight to Cuddy's office. He slowed as he made his way in.
Closing the door slowly he looked at her working casually at her desk, but with her body wrapped in metallic clothes. He just smiled as he waited for her to look up. As soon as she did, she let out a giggle.
"I didn't think you'd dress up today. Let alone dress up as Batman."
"You shouldn't underestimate the cripple. I limp par jour and fly par night. Beware. And toi shouldn't laugh at me until you've seen Wilson with the--"
"Duck costume, I know." their voices overlapped.
"Why toi dump the kid on him tonight?"
"I didn't he asked if I had plans, I a dit I was taking Rachel with me and Lucas and we went on about how someone should be taking her trick-or-treating and the end result, obviously..."
"Why would he be taking his godson anyway..." with a short pause, she just looked at him, waiting to finish his thought.
"That manipulative bitch. I'll be back." smiling and slightly angry, he strut out of there and back to Wilson's office leaving Cuddy in an awkward state. Reaching Wilson's office, he burst the door open to emphasize his entrance.
"You meddling, annoyingly analytical, manipulative bitch."
"I go par each description, ou all three is fine."
"You let me go over there and nearly allowed myself to get pulled into your little--"
"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Why did toi volunteer to take out the kid?"
"I didn't." House got up to his bureau and starting pointing fingers.
"YES, toi did."
"She asked me to take her."
"Right. Because toi would just so happen to be taking your 'son'--"
"Godson--"
"--out trick-or-treating? You'd rather be drunk, at a bar, with me and a few floozies."
"Of course I would. I mean, why should I do a friend a favor, and spend some time with my godson whom I barely see now--which is your fault really--when I can be wasted with toi at a bar toi will most likely abandon me at."
"I didn't abandon you. toi refused to leave."
"Right." Wilson attempted to get back to work, but House suddenly jerked, about to exhale his epiphany.
"You don't care about taking out Rachel. toi don't even care about taking out your godson. toi care, about me caring that you're taking out Rachel. toi wanted me to tell Cuddy that I could take her out, that I could run the favor and.."
"Go on," he spoke with half a smile.
"You manipulative bitch."
"So."
"You'd use--"
"I used no one."
"You knew about this night, and toi added your godson as a factor in your own manipulation?"
"He's not a factor. He's a constant. Things wouldn't change either way." he scoffed at him. There was a pause, and then he continued.
"Go."
"I don't want the kid."
"But toi do."
"You want to think, that I want the kid, because I want her."
"Is that a confession? ou is this just plus clearer than I thought?"
"I'm not--"
"Go. Get yourself down there, throw some generosity on like I know toi can, and 'take the kid in my stead'." House bore his eyes at him, before turning on his heel and leaving with a quick whisper under his breath,
"Generosity my ass..." Wilson snickered and continued to his work as House made his way back to Cuddy's office.
Opening her doors, he found the room empty. Expecting a relief, disappointment filled instead. An odd sensation at the bottom of his stomach, and an uneasiness in his chest. Glancing around quick, he left, without hesitation.
---
That Night - Wilson's Apartment
"TRICK-OR-TREAT!" kids hollered at the door. Handfuls of kids had reached the apartments in the last heure as they waited for Cuddy to arrive with Rachel. It was nearly seven.
"So toi don't want her to know that you're taking her?" Wilson asked from the living room. He was fixing up his godson, Jack's costume--firefighter. House echoed a response from the cuisine as he washed dishes from the sink. He had returned to normal clothing.
"Thought we went through this earlier...." he seemed evidently distracted.
"You lacked an actual answer. toi know, par not saying anything at all. I'm sure toi could've come up with something--" the faucet closed shut. House leaned on the sink with his hands propped on each side. He stood stationary for about a minute when a knock sounded on the door. Struggling to open the door with his beak in the way, Wilson opened to Cuddy. She was dressed for a party with Rachel in her arms dressed as the red teletubby.
"Hey, she looks cute. House, take a look." Wilson held onto the door and gestured House over, but he just glanced at him with aggravation from his position at the sink. Taking it as a sign, he stuttered for words as Cuddy handed Rachel over.
"I--uh, think he stepped out for--er--a drink."
"Oh. I thought toi guys would be taking the kids."
"He's too busy getting wasted for a messy orgy."
"Hey--kids?" Cuddy uttered with alarm.
"She's one, hes--oblivious."
"Right. Well, I'll drop par in a couple hours. Have fun." she ended with a smile before taking off. Closing the door, he turned to Jack waiting patiently with his empty bucket on the couch.
"Uncle Wilson, what's an orgy?" House bit his lip and looked over at the 'deer in the headlights' Wilson and let go a hard laugh. He then limped over and slipped on his veste while Wilson gathered all their belongs with the sustained look on his face.
"Oh stop worrying. All seven an old's know what an orgy is." House 'reassured' him as he took Rachel.
"What seven an old's do toi know?" he asked blankly. They opened the door.
"It's called the clinic and pediatrics department." Closing the door, Wilson took a glance around the apartment, and briefly noticing something hanging from the kitchen-living room arch that seemed to make him smile.
---
"Way to ruin the process." House hollered from the doorstep. Wilson was fixing his tail trying to remove it from the gate while the kids and House waited for him to make his way up the path. When unstuck, he waddled up.
"This--this is not working. I need real clothes." House rang the doorbell as he shook his head at Wilson who was struggling still with his costume. The door opened and a young woman answered with a bowl of Candy in her arm. She first smiled at House--in which he returned a meek smile--then at Rachel and Jack. Pouring handfuls into their buckets, her attention returned to Rachel who began to wave at the woman. She smiled and waved back laughing softly before addressing House.
"Your daughter is adorable. How old is she?"
"Almost a year," he struggled to say at first. Wilson drew his attention towards House par shifting over his eyes, side glancing. He saw him looking back as if verifying what just happened. Both smiled at her before she closed the door, and hesitated conversation until they reached the sidewalk.
"Last one for the night? I think we've got enough Candy here to rot all of our teeth." Wilson finally said.
"Where'd toi park," House asked calmly.
"Couple blocks down from here after this first right." They lapsed into silence until they reached their car. Everything surrounding them was full of Halloween delight, but they both seemed to screen everything out. It was all actually silenced par the closing of the doors, and the revving of the engine once they got in. It took a while however, for Wilson with his costume.
"First one tonight. I'm actually surprised toi didn't get a lot of those." Wilson commenté as they carefully drove through the street.
"I did. They were conveyed through smiles and other tiny gestures I shouldn't have even been paying attention to."
"Anyone would've assumed."
"Which is why I let her. If I a dit I wasn't the father, I don't think I'd wanted my face to be posté around as 'Gregory House: Brilliant diagnostician, Halloween pedophile."
"You wouldn't be seen off as that."
"If I told her I wasn't the kid's father then I would be."
"Why do toi do that? Rationalize something sweet? That's like making sugar bitter. It doesn't work like that. Just accept that toi didn't do it because it was 'logical', accept it for what it is."
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Oh-kay."
"Okay--"
"Shut up." House quickly cut him off, but he returned with one question, causing the rest of the ride to merge into a definite silence.
"I forgot to ask--where's your cane?"
---
"I want to sleep where the hell are his parents?" an irritated House asked Wilson.
"He's asleep so relax, it's not like we have to do anything."
"And this one?" he gestured to a fast asleep Rachel on the couch.
"She should've been picked up par now."
"Fifty bucks says mommy's wasted."
"No, I believe that." Wilson ended with a scoff. House glanced at his watch: Quarter to eleven.
"Keys," House called out from the kitchen.
"Give her a break, she's having fun."
"She also knows her responsibilities."
"What are toi going to do, wait at the door?"
She's got at least five copies of keys ten feet away from the door, I can get in if necessary. KEYS." Wilson sighed and tossed over his keys.
"Since when do toi care about her responsibilities anyway.." he asked as he took a siège on the canapé suivant to Jack. He handed Rachel to House as he a volé, étole a Candy bar from her bucket.
"She dumps her on me, I temporarily take the load," he bit into the bar and his voice muffled as he made his way out the door.
"and when I take care of her load, I take care of her load. Hm." he stopped at the door.
"What?" Wilson turned his head.
"I think I should've picked a different metaphor. 'Load' can be interpreted in several ways....interesting." and he walked out, swinging the door closed taking off for Cuddy's House.
"I'm stealing half your Candy kiddo. This stuff will rot your teeth faster than mine." House had set her in her lit de bébé after removing her costume. She had underclothes on, but Cuddy could change those--if sober enough ou at all--when she returned home. Leaving the bucket half full with the candies stuffed in his pockets, he just sat in the rocking chair, waiting for anyone to come home. Nearly drifting off to sleep, he awoke with alarm after his arm propping up his head has slid off the armrest. Then he heard keys thrust into the locks. Quickly standing up, he darted for the hallway and met Lucas and Cuddy at the door.
"I thought--" Cuddy began.
"Wow. You're plus sober than I thought you'd be."
"What--What are toi doing here?"
"Kid's asleep. Your welcome. Happy Halloween." he went out the door without another word. Cuddy gestured to Lucas to check on Rachel as she opened the door again, going after House.
"You're not even going to tell me how the night went?" she called from the porch. He stopped, holding his thigh and turned around to walk back up the steps.
"How am I supposed to know, I wasn't there."
"You wouldn't have a dit 'your welcome' if toi hadn't done something."
"I dropped her off, hence the 'your welcome'. It's the whole thank you-you're welcome process little kiddies learn as their first 'magic words'."
"Right. Like he could manage two kids par himself with that outrageous costume of his."
"Don't underestimate the duck. If he wants to he can keep his ducklings in order....They had fun. Lots of candy. But, it should've been you."
"She's one, House. I don't think she'll remember me missing her first Halloween with her."
"Even then, the memories toi have with her are the ones she'll be able to remember the most. So don't waste your time with her, you'll lose it fast. If you're anything of the mother toi think toi are and I think toi are, you'll spend less time with the boy and plus time with her.""
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It's not her first kiss, her first boyfriend, first sexual encounter etc.,. that she'll be remembering long after you're gone. At least, if toi play your cards right with her."
"You still remember things with your mom?"
"Not exactly." and without another word, he took off for Wilson's car across the street, allowing her to watch him drive away into the brisk Hallows Eve night.
---
The Following Week - Tuesday
"I think toi and House should take some of the leftover candy. I think she's sick of it." Cuddy admitted to Wilson. They were in the cafeteria eating lunch together, like every Tuesday past.
"House took a bunch when he dropped her off, I thought with that you'd at least be able to finish."
"Aha, right." With a single pause to avaler, hirondelle and bite, Cuddy continued.
"We had a weird talk before he left."
"You guys always have weird talks. He throws suggestive comments, toi usually reply with a clever retort, and everyone else in the room is left feeling awkward ou uncomfortable, ou if they're anything like me inside they are secretly rooting."
"He was voicing to me his opinion of how I should raise Rachel."
"Oh, wow. That dad thing really spooked him then." Taking their trays, he dumped the trash in the bin behind them and they both got out of the booths before he continued.
"Our last house, a woman thought Rachel was his kid." her face turned confused.
"He told me he didn't go with toi guys."
"He did. But--I guess the woman really got to him. Hence the 'voicing out his opinion' after he dropped her off." They went for the elevators, going for Wilson's floor. They didn't speak till the doors opened again.
"Why would he be spooked par that?"
"Not necessarily spooked. plus like...I don't know. I have lack of word choice right now." Taking a glance towards his office, she saw him conducting a differential with the team. Half focused, half distracted. She followed Wilson to his door as he began to unlock it with his key. He went straight for his bureau as Cuddy held onto the door.
"I told toi he was changing. How much--not a lot. But where they occur are still left to be seen." Pursing her lip, she closed the door behind her and walked towards his office. Standing inconspicuously par the windows she just stared at him. Replaying Wilson's words in her head.
Not a lot...where they occur....still left to be seen.
He felt lonely without her
