Chapter 3 - "The Beginning"
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House looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was dressed like he usually did.
Something was lacking, though. He squinted at the mirror.
Black blazer…check.
Blue jeans…check.
White t-shirt... No, maybe I should change into a shirt…maybe wear a tie…
Screw the tie.
House quickly removed the t-shirt and changed into a black shirt.
Looks like I’m mourning for someone.
He opted for a white chemise underneath the blazer.
Good.
Why am I caring so much about the bloody clothing? …
….
…
Ah, the money, of course.
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Cuddy was staring at her reflection in the mirror.
She was wearing a dress with two tones of blue.
Mine and his…
Wait, what??
Get a grip, woman.
I’m dressing this good so I won’t let Wilson down. I got to be gracious and…mainly patient with House. God knows what he is going to do tonight.
…
He’ll probably send a nasty commentaire about this dress.
Nooo, he won’t. He can’t! He’ll compliment me and be nice to me, for a change.
She smiled broadly.
Just because of the money, though.
The smile quickly faded away.
Sighing, she gussied up a little plus and prepared to leave.
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Wilson stared at this reflection in the mirror.
He was properly dressed, as Kelly helped, so he didn’t give a crap about his reflection.
He was thinking, and the look on his face showed nothing but deep concern.
Oh boy, I have this bad feeling about tonight.
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At exactly 7:01pm someone rang the cloche, bell at House’s place.
Strangely nervous, House opened the door at once.
He gaped.
He gaped, and stared, and stood still.
Cuddy’s eyebrows rose a few inches towards his silence.
“Hello? Hi! I’m here to take toi back to the mental hospital.”
House recovered his sanity quickly enough to retort back.
“Ooh, excuse me, but there seems to be a misunderstanding here. I hired the badass cop hooker. Not the diligent nurse one.”
Cuddy couldn’t help but laugh.
“Come on, ou we’re going to be late.”
House locked his door and followed her to her car.
She looks beautiful.
“You look beautiful” – He a dit while she entered the car.
“What?” – She gaped at him, astonished.
“Well, aren’t I supposed to be nice to you?” – He defended himself.
“Wilson isn’t here yet”
“So?”
“So toi don’t have to be nice to me yet. House, toi just complimented me par your own choice! toi do really think I look nice!”
Her smile was as big as she could manage.
Damn. He thought.
They both closed the door at the same time.
“I just. Uh…thought that toi and Wilson had this pact before…like if…if I didn’t behave before we met him, he’d annuler the bet.”
Cuddy’s smile didn’t fade.
“Fine, toi don’t have to admit it. I’m pretty sure that was voluntary. And thanks. toi don’t look bad yourself.”
The trip to the restaurant was silent.
House spent the whole trip sending quick glances at her. She did look beautiful. Her hair was pinned up, so that a couple curls were down covering part of her neck.
There was something about her uncovered neck and shoulders that caught his attention.
He thought to himself if somewhere in that juncture she had a soft spot.
He found himself wishing he was the one to discover it.
House slapped himself mentally.
When they got there, Wilson and Kelly were getting out of a cab, parked in front of Cuddy’s car.
They approached each other and shared casual greetings. Everything was going according to plan.
They got to the table, House and Wilson exchanging a joke and Cuddy and Kelly telling each other what they thought of the restaurant’s décor.
They sat on this atmosphere of formal casualty, honest (minus one) smiles on their faces, hoping that this dîner would go well.
While choosing their dishes, Wilson and Kelly were commenting on how their jour at work was. Cuddy and House exchanged nervous looks, and remained silent while Wilson talked about one of his cancer patient, trying to look absorbed on his speech.
House took this moment as a sign, that no one was paying attention to him, to stretch his left arm and get hold of Cuddy’s hand, which was lying on the table.
Cuddy looked at him immediately, with a surprised look.
Just for the money. They both thought. Although House only thought of that just to assure that he had no seconde intentions with his boss, and Cuddy only thought that to shove away the feeling that he might care about her after all.
She squeezed his hand back, and then got back to Wilson’s speech.
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House looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was dressed like he usually did.
Something was lacking, though. He squinted at the mirror.
Black blazer…check.
Blue jeans…check.
White t-shirt... No, maybe I should change into a shirt…maybe wear a tie…
Screw the tie.
House quickly removed the t-shirt and changed into a black shirt.
Looks like I’m mourning for someone.
He opted for a white chemise underneath the blazer.
Good.
Why am I caring so much about the bloody clothing? …
….
…
Ah, the money, of course.
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Cuddy was staring at her reflection in the mirror.
She was wearing a dress with two tones of blue.
Mine and his…
Wait, what??
Get a grip, woman.
I’m dressing this good so I won’t let Wilson down. I got to be gracious and…mainly patient with House. God knows what he is going to do tonight.
…
He’ll probably send a nasty commentaire about this dress.
Nooo, he won’t. He can’t! He’ll compliment me and be nice to me, for a change.
She smiled broadly.
Just because of the money, though.
The smile quickly faded away.
Sighing, she gussied up a little plus and prepared to leave.
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Wilson stared at this reflection in the mirror.
He was properly dressed, as Kelly helped, so he didn’t give a crap about his reflection.
He was thinking, and the look on his face showed nothing but deep concern.
Oh boy, I have this bad feeling about tonight.
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At exactly 7:01pm someone rang the cloche, bell at House’s place.
Strangely nervous, House opened the door at once.
He gaped.
He gaped, and stared, and stood still.
Cuddy’s eyebrows rose a few inches towards his silence.
“Hello? Hi! I’m here to take toi back to the mental hospital.”
House recovered his sanity quickly enough to retort back.
“Ooh, excuse me, but there seems to be a misunderstanding here. I hired the badass cop hooker. Not the diligent nurse one.”
Cuddy couldn’t help but laugh.
“Come on, ou we’re going to be late.”
House locked his door and followed her to her car.
She looks beautiful.
“You look beautiful” – He a dit while she entered the car.
“What?” – She gaped at him, astonished.
“Well, aren’t I supposed to be nice to you?” – He defended himself.
“Wilson isn’t here yet”
“So?”
“So toi don’t have to be nice to me yet. House, toi just complimented me par your own choice! toi do really think I look nice!”
Her smile was as big as she could manage.
Damn. He thought.
They both closed the door at the same time.
“I just. Uh…thought that toi and Wilson had this pact before…like if…if I didn’t behave before we met him, he’d annuler the bet.”
Cuddy’s smile didn’t fade.
“Fine, toi don’t have to admit it. I’m pretty sure that was voluntary. And thanks. toi don’t look bad yourself.”
The trip to the restaurant was silent.
House spent the whole trip sending quick glances at her. She did look beautiful. Her hair was pinned up, so that a couple curls were down covering part of her neck.
There was something about her uncovered neck and shoulders that caught his attention.
He thought to himself if somewhere in that juncture she had a soft spot.
He found himself wishing he was the one to discover it.
House slapped himself mentally.
When they got there, Wilson and Kelly were getting out of a cab, parked in front of Cuddy’s car.
They approached each other and shared casual greetings. Everything was going according to plan.
They got to the table, House and Wilson exchanging a joke and Cuddy and Kelly telling each other what they thought of the restaurant’s décor.
They sat on this atmosphere of formal casualty, honest (minus one) smiles on their faces, hoping that this dîner would go well.
While choosing their dishes, Wilson and Kelly were commenting on how their jour at work was. Cuddy and House exchanged nervous looks, and remained silent while Wilson talked about one of his cancer patient, trying to look absorbed on his speech.
House took this moment as a sign, that no one was paying attention to him, to stretch his left arm and get hold of Cuddy’s hand, which was lying on the table.
Cuddy looked at him immediately, with a surprised look.
Just for the money. They both thought. Although House only thought of that just to assure that he had no seconde intentions with his boss, and Cuddy only thought that to shove away the feeling that he might care about her after all.
She squeezed his hand back, and then got back to Wilson’s speech.
I got this info off the house boards over on the house website. this person has posté spoilers before and they always turn out to be true most of the time so i trust this person.
There is after all a light of hope at the end of the tunnel:
S
P
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I
L
E
R
Just in: this person has inside info on House and is VERYreliable-
seems that the purpose of this arc(C/L) is to further C feelings for H...
(for what this person perceives).
..that Cuddy finds out that House doesnt take her relationship with Lucas lightly.
Have a nice night!!
There is after all a light of hope at the end of the tunnel:
S
P
O
I
L
E
R
Just in: this person has inside info on House and is VERYreliable-
seems that the purpose of this arc(C/L) is to further C feelings for H...
(for what this person perceives).
..that Cuddy finds out that House doesnt take her relationship with Lucas lightly.
Have a nice night!!
I was lire up on opiate withdrawal and apparently toi can go through withdrawal not just to stop taking the drug, Vicodin in House’s case, but to reduce the amount you’re taking.
So in House’s case, like Wilson said; his Vicodin levels where way to high and so the only option was to let his body recover and reduce it’s need for that amount it got everyday.
Therefore, the suivant morning when he was seemingly better; it was because of the extreme cold-turkeyness that House used to reduce his levels of Vicodin in order for his hallucination of Amber to go away. So I don’t think it was a hallucination, because he hasn’t quit Vicodin, he has only reduced the amount he takes within the l’espace of a horrible 24 heure detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every heure ou so like before.
Short and simple :)
So in House’s case, like Wilson said; his Vicodin levels where way to high and so the only option was to let his body recover and reduce it’s need for that amount it got everyday.
Therefore, the suivant morning when he was seemingly better; it was because of the extreme cold-turkeyness that House used to reduce his levels of Vicodin in order for his hallucination of Amber to go away. So I don’t think it was a hallucination, because he hasn’t quit Vicodin, he has only reduced the amount he takes within the l’espace of a horrible 24 heure detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every heure ou so like before.
Short and simple :)
"Unless you love her"
Thats a good angle to make out *points out*
