Cuddy and Wilson walked out of the restaurant waiting for House to pull up into the parking lot. The sun was beaming and warm, it was a perfect day.
"Did te call him?"
"No need." And she pointed out House coming in. He pulled into a parking spot and waited for them to get in. Cuddy went up to his window, apparently waiting for something. He rolled down the window.
"What?"
"Get out, I'm driving."
"I'm faster."
"That's the point. You're reckless."
"It's like ten minuti from here. te trusted me with your car."
"Now I'm trusting te with my life."
"So?"
Cuddy sighed and got in the car, Wilson had already gotten in while they bickered and then they drove off, back to work.
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House was asleep on his scrivania, reception with his vicodin gripped in his hand. He had been knocked out for about fifteen minuti after the team had left. They came back soon enough and they tried waking him up. Kutner walked up to him and began poking him.
"House? House. House. House."
"If te poke me one più time I will take your finger and shove it up Taub's nose."
"Good you're awake then."
"What have te got for me."
"Blood tests. He's positive for Wilson's."
"Start him on penicillamine. Kutner, refill my bottle." He threw the empty bottle at Kutner and went back to sleep on his desk. Taub left to attend to the patient but the other three stayed.
"So, uh, going out with Cuddy huh?"
Kutner hadn't believed the rumors so he asked with a sense of sarcasm.
"Yep."
They all were shocked.
"W-hhat?"
"No. She can't be, not with this son of a bitch."
"Why wouldn't she?"
"Nice man."
"Thank you."
"Why would she go out with you?"
"It's her choice. So she likes a son of a bitch, so he's a real jerk, but she obviously doesn't care."
"Out of all the people too. Cuddy. The boss. DEAN of Medicine...Wow."
"All of te have the news now get out."
Everyone left and went to unisciti Taub. After a few minuti Wilson walked in.
"Apparently everyone knows now."
"Email?"
"Yeah."
"Figured, I got mine today."
"Ooh I sent te one? Oops. That means I probably sent Cuddy one."
"Nope. I checked. I get to break into her office più now. Relationships do have their advantages don't they? Should've thought of this years ago."
"You did. And it failed and--"
"S-a-r-c-a-s-t-i-c."
"Still."
"I'm serious about this. Don't need daddy nagging me. First real data tonight."
"Where te taking her?"
"Somewhere."
"Somewhere...?"
"Not in the area."
"How far from the area?"
"Pretty far."
"How long is this date?"
"Whole weekend."
"I'm just taking a shot here--"
"No, no. Don't. That spoils the element of surprise for when she tells you."
"She's going to tell me?"
"Yeah. Throughout our whole relationship so far, she's told te a lot of things about me. She's bound to vent to te even più as it progresses. For the good and bad."
"Okay. It better not be anywhere stupid, like a monster truck show."
"That would be idiotic. I may be an culo but I know how to treat women. Haven't Lost my touch."
"Yeah, right."
"Bet te another hundred that she has a good time this weekend."
"You got it. No 'taksie backsies' and te can't change where it is."
"I had no intention of doing so."
"It's on."
"Like white on rice."
They shook hands and Wilson left. House fell back asleep on his scrivania, reception for another ora until Cuddy came in.
"Let's go."
"Five più minuti mommy."
"Come, ON. I have to get Rachel to Wilson's. And te still have to pack."
"Ugh. Fine. te just go without me, meet me at my house."
"God you're such,"
"A pain in the culo I know. I Amore te too."
Cuddy left, laughing at his last remark.
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"You think she'll be alright at Wilson's," Cuddy called from the living room, "we'll be gone for how long, two three days? Can she be without me that long?"
"You haven't left her for any long period of time, I think she deserves a break from you," he called from the bedroom.
"Okay, I got everything of mine. te almost done?"
"Sure." He came out with all his luggage.
"Here, let me,"
"I got it."
"Okay. Let's go. Just put the stuff in the side cart."
"Wh--No. No. We're using your bike?"
"Yeah. I got the side carrello put in a couple days ago."
"We're going somewhere far right? Shouldn't we be driving?"
"Yes. But it's not as much fun."
"House. Please."
He heaved a sigh and threw his bike's keys on the tavolo and grabbed his car keys from the piano.
"Okay gimme."
"What? No, te wanted the car, so I'm driving."
"Not with your leg. If we're going far I'm driving."
"I'll be fine. I have two bottles of vicodin--"
He saw the expression on her face and quickly said,
"--just in case I may need it."
"If I don't want te driving with your leg, what makes te think I would want te driving while you're STONED?"
"I only get stoned if I take six at once."
"You've tried?" His eyes got big,
"Multiple times. It is SO much fun."
"I'm driving, regardless of what te say."
"I can't let te drive because te don't know where we're going, and if I tell you, it ruins the surprise." She sighed then said,
"Fine."
"Thank you."
They brought the luggage outside and House locked up and shut off all the lights. They got into the car, revved up the engine, and drove away.
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It was four in the morning. They had a little più than an ora to go. The sky was pitch black and the roads we're slightly quiet. Cuddy was asleep in the passengers sede, sedile and House was swerving the car left and right inconspicuously. He wasn't stoned nor drunk but he was awake and bored. They were about to exit from the freeway onto a main road when Cuddy started waking up.
"What time is it?"
"No, go back to sleep."
"Are te stoned?"
"Nope. Clean as...a baby."
"Why are we swerving?"
"I'm bored."
"That's why we have a radio."
"I would be playing Led Zeppelin. Didn't want to wake you."
"That's very considerate of you."
"No it's not, I just don't want to spoil the surprise."
"How long have we been driving--"
"We have an ora to go. We're nearly there."
Cuddy rolled her eyes at him as she turned away from him, twisting in her blanket.
As they merged into the exit lane, House grew a smile on his face; As they exited a sign was greeting everyone. It said, "Welcome to Michigan."
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House pulled up into a Courtyard Marriott parking lot and ram into the first handicap spot he found. He practically attacked the spot and quickly turned off the car. The strength of the sudden stop woke up Cuddy, her face alarmed. He widened his eyes and smile,
"We're here."
"Jeez."
"I got the stuff. Just go to the front desk. Say te have reservations under Greg House."
"Where are we?"
"Go on." She sighed,
"I'll meet te at the front desk."
"You'll be waiting."
He winked at her as she rolled her eyes and stumbled out of the car, shutting the door, half asleep. House grabbed his cane and got out of the car too secondi after she left. As he got out, the pain in his leg emerged. He gripped it with great force, attending to the worsening pain. It wasn't his best idea to drive for seven hours straight.
He shook it off and grabbed all the luggage with him and limped towards the door. Cuddy was waiting in the lobby area, falling asleep. Her arm had her head propped up against the armrest, but her eyes were drooping. He sighed and rolled his eyes and started talking to the person running the front desk.
"I've been driving for seven hours straight, I'm a cripple and she's the one whose tired."
He scoffed,
"Can te believe her?"
The woman just smiled,
"Um, you're in 302 sir."
He rolled his eyes at her too. He looked back at Cuddy and found that she was fast asleep. He began talking to the woman again.
"Would te just watch these for a few minutes?"
She looked surprised.
"Sure."
He pointed at Cuddy,
"Got to bring the wife to the room first. She's REALLY drunk."
She didn't know what to say,
"Oh, well--"
"Thanks."
House proceeded to the lobby area and picked her up off the chair and carried her to the elevators. He got in then looked at her hand, trying to find the floor they were on. Then he saw on the card, '3rd Floor'. And so he pushed the third button out of the four buttons that remained on the wall. Once they reached their floor, he stumbled through the hallways following the numbers on the door. When he found his number he stopped at the door. He couldn't open it without the key. Especially with no hands at the ready. So, he bent his head down and grabbed the key card. But it had been in her hand that was laying across her stomach, so she felt the sudden brush of his teeth on her skin and she slapped him on the head. Ignoring it, he proceeded to put the key in the slot and open the door. Then she began nagging him sleepily,
"What the hell are te doing?"
"You fell asleep in the lobby. I can't carry te and the bags. I'm a cripple te know."
He dropped her on the letto and she quickly sprang up and fell back down on the bed. She gave a loaded sigh and rose into an upright position.
"You could've woken me up."
"More fun this way. I'll be back, the nice lady downstairs is watching our stuff."
She rolled her eyes and her head fell back on the bed. Within minuti he was back, and she was flipping through the channels.
"Why didn't te go back to sleep?"
"I wasn't sleepy."
He wasn't convinced,
"....And?"
"I wasn't sleepy."
"And?"
"I knew te were going to end up watching porn."
"So?"
"You've been driving seven hours straight, the last thing I need keeping te up is porn."
"Damn."
House threw away his cane on the divano and they both changed into their pj's. They slipped into letto and faced each other after she turned off the light. It was around six, and the sun was rising. The light shone through the windows, seeping through the dark room, making its way to their faces.
"This is one strange first date."
"Of course. Y'Shouldn't expect anything else, o anything less."
She gave a soft smile and turned around. Then he whispered,
"We're waking up at twelve."
She just mumbled. Then he moved in closer to her, wrapping his arm around her waist, making it snug, and his leg around hers, finally resting his face against her neck. She briefly opened her eyes, smiled contentedly, and fell asleep, in House's arms.