And, here's the suivant bit! I'm on a bit of a roll this week! commentaires appreciated!
As Cuddy turned the corner into the hospital, she caught sight of herself in the wing mirror, and noticed that she had a red rash on her neck. She cursed under her breath, knowing exactly what had caused it: House and his bloody stubble! She smiled at the memory of how it got there, but this then turned to a scowl when she realised that it was going to be rather hard to explain away. Hoping that she had something to cover it up with, she dug about in her gant box, trying to find the scarf she had left there a while ago, hoping that it would hide the rash and also disguise the fact that she was wearing the same outfit as yesterday (she was going to keep her veste on too to make it look a little plus different). She was really only worried about Wilson noticing and then finding out about her and House’s relationship (relationship? Can I call it that? she wondered) because he is the BIGGEST gossip and would not be able to keep it a secret for plus than a minute. She didn’t want people to know, 1) because it’s her private life and therefore none of their business, and 2) because she didn’t know where it was going and didn’t want everyone to know in case it flopped (dear God, I hope it doesn’t flop she thought as her stomach fell at the thought).
BANG-BANG-BANG
She jumped and almost hit her head on her roof, turning and glaring at House who was bent down grinning at her through the window.
“You’re a jerk.” She a dit with a scowl as she got out the car.
“Nice scarf.” He a dit with a grin, looking straight ahead as they walked to the door. In reply she sped up and walked ahead of him into the hospital, leaving him grinning like a kid on his birthday as he tilted his head to get a better view of her a$$ as it swung from side to side as she marched into the hospital.
House sped up a bit and made it into the hospital in time to see Cuddy go into her office. He was making his way there, ready to tease her about having to wear the scarf when he saw Wilson making a beeline for her office and so changed his course and headed to the elevator, knowing that whatever it was, Wilson would tell him later, and knowing that him teasing her could wait for a bit longer.
Cuddy sat down on her chair, ready to throw herself into today’s work when Wilson came through the door looking very determined.
“Have toi heard yet?” He demanded.
“Hi, Wilson, I’m fine this morning. How about you?” she replied with a grin.
“Lisa, did toi get a phone call from Mr Thomson last night?”
“What? No, why?” She began to worry, thinking that maybe he had decided to withdraw his money.
“He called all the members of the board to tell us that there is to be a fundraising event for the hospital’s pediatrics section on Friday.”
“What?! So soon, how are we going to plan it here on such short notice?” panic crept into her voice.
“No, no, toi don’t understand, he has organised it, we, well plus specifically you, need to ensure that most of the heads of departments go, and that there is a good turn out.” Wilson sighed. “Not a very easy job in just 3 days.”
“No, it’s not, right…” as she slipped into Administrator mode, her brain registered that this would mean her and House would have to be there, but she knew they couldn’t exactly have a good time as they were not going to be their ‘together’, then she pushed it aside and began organising and écriture down things to do, people to call and giving Wilson messages to pass on.
House was sat at his bureau watching his soap, when Wilson came in:
“No time to stop today.” He a dit dumping lunch on House’s bureau before launching into his well-rehearsed spiel:
“OK, Friday, fundraising event, toi MUST attend. As well as some of your team. Black tie, no getting drunk, try to buy something as Mr Thomson is doing this for us. Try not to be an a$$, and don’t annoy him too much.” House looked at him expectantly. “That’s all.” He ended, turning to leave.
“How does it feel to be Cuddy’s personal slave?” House snarked to his friend’s retreating back. “Do toi get any perks?” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at Wilson who turned to shoot a dirty look at him before leaving.
House had sat doing nothing all day, he had no case, so instead he had played his gameboy, surfed the net and then headed off to the clinic to sleep before Cuddy would find him and set him to work.
After sleeping for at least an heure with no Cuddy-interruption, House went to find her. As he walked towards her office, he saw her conked out at her desk, she had burnt herself out. He thought she looked very sweet, and found himself smiling at the image, then banishing the smile from his face and keeping the picture in his brain. He turned the handle and went in, drawing the blinds on her door to give her some privacy. “Hey there Cuddles.” He yelled, jolting her awake.
“House!” she groaned.
“Hey there Sleeping Beauty, unfortunately I’m no toad, so toi wont be getting a Handsome Prince today.” He joked, trying to get her to smile.
“What do toi want?” She asked with a small smile to acknowledge his joke.
“About Friday-”
“You don’t have to come, did Wilson say to you? I told him not to. toi are exempt from this one.” She said, not looking at him while trying to tidy her bureau and get back to work.
“What, and miss toi montrer off the twins in a fabulously sexy dress? I don’t think so.”
“House, come on, toi hate these things. There’s no need to come, toi are OFF-THE-HOOK.”
“Nope, I’m coming. Why don’t toi want me there ou something?” He a dit with a pout. "Oh, I get it, you're other man is going to be there and toi don't need me screwing it up." He joked.
“Shut up.” She a dit flinging a look his way, telling him that she did want him there, but they wouldn’t be ‘together’ so he didn’t need to come.
He saw her message, and replied: “ I will behave myself, and plus would I skip a chance to stare at toi all night?” he grinned. “Aannd, we can have some fun after.” He said, shooting her a cheeky grin as he left.
Man he’s hard to follow, thought Cuddy as she smiled in spite of herself, knowing that Friday was in fact going to be a good night, even though she would spend most of it schmoozing donors while trying not to think about House (who she knew would look delectable in his tux, just as he always did).
After a VERY hectic day, Cuddy got her things together and went out to her car. She found a note on the windscreen in a very familiar scrawl: "Buzz me when you’re done."
She did, and he phoned back almost instantly:
“Hello, is that Dreamy McDreamster?” He began with.
“Shut up, jackass.” She a dit with a smile.
“So, where to wicked witch?” he snarked.
“Well, that would depend on whether ou not toi were going to stop calling me stupid names.” She a dit trying to bite back the smile that was creeping up her face.
“Ok, Lii-sa, that better? Why don’t toi balançoire, swing par my way on your way back.”
“I have a feeling if I did that I wouldn’t get back to my place, would I?”
“I can’t make any promises.” He a dit cryptically.
“Look, I have loads of calls to make, and Thomson will probably phone to check on Friday’s numbers, so I can’t, not tonight.” She a dit sadly.
“That’s ok, talk to toi later.” He said, hanging up leaving her feeling rather lonely.
When she got to her house and checked her messages sure enough there was one from Thomson about the event from last night, and one from Wilson asking her to call him. She picked up the phone and phoned him. Half way through their conversation there was a knock at her door, and Cuddy said:
“I’ll need to call toi back Wilson.” As she looked through the spy-whole to see House standing there, and a smile spread across her face.
As Cuddy turned the corner into the hospital, she caught sight of herself in the wing mirror, and noticed that she had a red rash on her neck. She cursed under her breath, knowing exactly what had caused it: House and his bloody stubble! She smiled at the memory of how it got there, but this then turned to a scowl when she realised that it was going to be rather hard to explain away. Hoping that she had something to cover it up with, she dug about in her gant box, trying to find the scarf she had left there a while ago, hoping that it would hide the rash and also disguise the fact that she was wearing the same outfit as yesterday (she was going to keep her veste on too to make it look a little plus different). She was really only worried about Wilson noticing and then finding out about her and House’s relationship (relationship? Can I call it that? she wondered) because he is the BIGGEST gossip and would not be able to keep it a secret for plus than a minute. She didn’t want people to know, 1) because it’s her private life and therefore none of their business, and 2) because she didn’t know where it was going and didn’t want everyone to know in case it flopped (dear God, I hope it doesn’t flop she thought as her stomach fell at the thought).
BANG-BANG-BANG
She jumped and almost hit her head on her roof, turning and glaring at House who was bent down grinning at her through the window.
“You’re a jerk.” She a dit with a scowl as she got out the car.
“Nice scarf.” He a dit with a grin, looking straight ahead as they walked to the door. In reply she sped up and walked ahead of him into the hospital, leaving him grinning like a kid on his birthday as he tilted his head to get a better view of her a$$ as it swung from side to side as she marched into the hospital.
House sped up a bit and made it into the hospital in time to see Cuddy go into her office. He was making his way there, ready to tease her about having to wear the scarf when he saw Wilson making a beeline for her office and so changed his course and headed to the elevator, knowing that whatever it was, Wilson would tell him later, and knowing that him teasing her could wait for a bit longer.
Cuddy sat down on her chair, ready to throw herself into today’s work when Wilson came through the door looking very determined.
“Have toi heard yet?” He demanded.
“Hi, Wilson, I’m fine this morning. How about you?” she replied with a grin.
“Lisa, did toi get a phone call from Mr Thomson last night?”
“What? No, why?” She began to worry, thinking that maybe he had decided to withdraw his money.
“He called all the members of the board to tell us that there is to be a fundraising event for the hospital’s pediatrics section on Friday.”
“What?! So soon, how are we going to plan it here on such short notice?” panic crept into her voice.
“No, no, toi don’t understand, he has organised it, we, well plus specifically you, need to ensure that most of the heads of departments go, and that there is a good turn out.” Wilson sighed. “Not a very easy job in just 3 days.”
“No, it’s not, right…” as she slipped into Administrator mode, her brain registered that this would mean her and House would have to be there, but she knew they couldn’t exactly have a good time as they were not going to be their ‘together’, then she pushed it aside and began organising and écriture down things to do, people to call and giving Wilson messages to pass on.
House was sat at his bureau watching his soap, when Wilson came in:
“No time to stop today.” He a dit dumping lunch on House’s bureau before launching into his well-rehearsed spiel:
“OK, Friday, fundraising event, toi MUST attend. As well as some of your team. Black tie, no getting drunk, try to buy something as Mr Thomson is doing this for us. Try not to be an a$$, and don’t annoy him too much.” House looked at him expectantly. “That’s all.” He ended, turning to leave.
“How does it feel to be Cuddy’s personal slave?” House snarked to his friend’s retreating back. “Do toi get any perks?” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at Wilson who turned to shoot a dirty look at him before leaving.
House had sat doing nothing all day, he had no case, so instead he had played his gameboy, surfed the net and then headed off to the clinic to sleep before Cuddy would find him and set him to work.
After sleeping for at least an heure with no Cuddy-interruption, House went to find her. As he walked towards her office, he saw her conked out at her desk, she had burnt herself out. He thought she looked very sweet, and found himself smiling at the image, then banishing the smile from his face and keeping the picture in his brain. He turned the handle and went in, drawing the blinds on her door to give her some privacy. “Hey there Cuddles.” He yelled, jolting her awake.
“House!” she groaned.
“Hey there Sleeping Beauty, unfortunately I’m no toad, so toi wont be getting a Handsome Prince today.” He joked, trying to get her to smile.
“What do toi want?” She asked with a small smile to acknowledge his joke.
“About Friday-”
“You don’t have to come, did Wilson say to you? I told him not to. toi are exempt from this one.” She said, not looking at him while trying to tidy her bureau and get back to work.
“What, and miss toi montrer off the twins in a fabulously sexy dress? I don’t think so.”
“House, come on, toi hate these things. There’s no need to come, toi are OFF-THE-HOOK.”
“Nope, I’m coming. Why don’t toi want me there ou something?” He a dit with a pout. "Oh, I get it, you're other man is going to be there and toi don't need me screwing it up." He joked.
“Shut up.” She a dit flinging a look his way, telling him that she did want him there, but they wouldn’t be ‘together’ so he didn’t need to come.
He saw her message, and replied: “ I will behave myself, and plus would I skip a chance to stare at toi all night?” he grinned. “Aannd, we can have some fun after.” He said, shooting her a cheeky grin as he left.
Man he’s hard to follow, thought Cuddy as she smiled in spite of herself, knowing that Friday was in fact going to be a good night, even though she would spend most of it schmoozing donors while trying not to think about House (who she knew would look delectable in his tux, just as he always did).
After a VERY hectic day, Cuddy got her things together and went out to her car. She found a note on the windscreen in a very familiar scrawl: "Buzz me when you’re done."
She did, and he phoned back almost instantly:
“Hello, is that Dreamy McDreamster?” He began with.
“Shut up, jackass.” She a dit with a smile.
“So, where to wicked witch?” he snarked.
“Well, that would depend on whether ou not toi were going to stop calling me stupid names.” She a dit trying to bite back the smile that was creeping up her face.
“Ok, Lii-sa, that better? Why don’t toi balançoire, swing par my way on your way back.”
“I have a feeling if I did that I wouldn’t get back to my place, would I?”
“I can’t make any promises.” He a dit cryptically.
“Look, I have loads of calls to make, and Thomson will probably phone to check on Friday’s numbers, so I can’t, not tonight.” She a dit sadly.
“That’s ok, talk to toi later.” He said, hanging up leaving her feeling rather lonely.
When she got to her house and checked her messages sure enough there was one from Thomson about the event from last night, and one from Wilson asking her to call him. She picked up the phone and phoned him. Half way through their conversation there was a knock at her door, and Cuddy said:
“I’ll need to call toi back Wilson.” As she looked through the spy-whole to see House standing there, and a smile spread across her face.
