"Cuddy?, Are te okay?," Wilson detto as he stood in front of at Cuddy's office door.
"Oh, sorry Wilson I must of fallen asleep for a moment...what do te need?"
Looking behind him nervously, he locked the door and closed the blinds.
"Wilson?"
"I need to warn te of something."
"What is House planning now," she detto as she started glancing over a file.
"That's the thing, I don't know. But I know him well enough to realize when he has something going on. He has that certain smile on his face he only gets for two reasons: he's played a practical joke on me o he's about to mess with you."
"You think it's the latter?"
"He's never going to admit this to you, but I know he is jealous of your new relationship with the P.I."
"I know he is," she detto with a sigh.
"You seem tired. Didn't get much sleep?"
"No...not much sleep."
"Look, I try at all costs to stay out of the Amore lives of my friends..."
"Yeah, I'm sure," she detto with a laugh.
"What does that mean?"
"Well, te were very encouraging when Cameron liked him. te kept trying to get him to admit she had a good affect on him. te even helped him plan the date."
"I just didn't want him to pass up an opportunity."
"House, always passes on opportunities to connect to other human beings it's his major flaw. I mean a chitarra means più to him than a flesh and blood, human relationship..."
"Wow. You're really mad at him."
"I'm always mad at him."
"Yeah, because he did a deadly procedure, mouthed off to a sponsor, o kidnapped a patient, but not for personal reasons. te usually defend him più than even me."
"Maybe I'm tired of defending him. Look, I like Paul. There is potential for something real between us. I hope he's not planning on crashing one of our dates. He's done that before te know."
"I didn't know he did that."
"I'm surprised he didn't tell you. I thought it would be something he'd revel in."
"Wow."
"What?"
"He really, really, likes you," he detto with a bright smile. "He would never do something like that unless he really wanted you."
"No, he doesn't want me. If he wanted me as much as te say then he would have admitted to it da now. He would have done whatever it took to get me. I've only seen Stacy Warner mean that much to him," she detto with a noticeable break in her voice.
Wilson put a hand over Cuddy's. Her eyes looked into his. Her cheeks suddenly reddened da embarassment.
"I don't care. He's House. He's my oldest friend and sometimes enemy, mostly liability," she detto with a laugh.
"Maybe what he's planning is to do whatever it takes,"Wilson detto with another hopeful smile.
"I don't like him if that's what you're implying, Wilson," she detto nervously.
"Okay. But if te did it would be a good thing for both of you. I always thought there was something special between te two and maybe, just maybe, if te two got over all this denial crap te could see it too."
Wilson was heading toward the door when Cuddy spoke.
"He knows how I feel."
Wilson turned to face her once more.
"You told him te like him?"
"He asked me what we were to each other and I told him he knows already. He shouldn't play stupid."
"What did he do?"
"He walked out of my office. He hasn't detto a word about the conversation since."
"He's processing. Give him time."
"Paul believes in people and House only seems to believe in himself. I...care deeply for House but I need to be with someone who can tell me what I mean to them. He's never been able to do that. With Paul everything feels so possible and so easy..."
"Easy, definitely isn't House. However, easy can become boring down the road," he detto as he exited the office.
Cuddy sighed as she turned to face the window. It was an nuvoloso, cielo coperto afternoon. She hadn't meant to get into that conversation with Wilson. Why did he always have to meddle. She had such a great time last night with Paul. She had for once saw a possibility of leaving her feelings for House behind.
"Knock, knock," a familar scruff voice detto behind her taking her out of her reverie.
"Oh, House. What do te want?," she detto a little too loudly.
House closed the office door and sat at the chair in front of her desk.
He looked everywhere but at her. His hands tightening around the hook of his cane.
"House?"
"I want to take te out for dinner," he detto finally looking up to meet her eyes.
"Oh, sorry Wilson I must of fallen asleep for a moment...what do te need?"
Looking behind him nervously, he locked the door and closed the blinds.
"Wilson?"
"I need to warn te of something."
"What is House planning now," she detto as she started glancing over a file.
"That's the thing, I don't know. But I know him well enough to realize when he has something going on. He has that certain smile on his face he only gets for two reasons: he's played a practical joke on me o he's about to mess with you."
"You think it's the latter?"
"He's never going to admit this to you, but I know he is jealous of your new relationship with the P.I."
"I know he is," she detto with a sigh.
"You seem tired. Didn't get much sleep?"
"No...not much sleep."
"Look, I try at all costs to stay out of the Amore lives of my friends..."
"Yeah, I'm sure," she detto with a laugh.
"What does that mean?"
"Well, te were very encouraging when Cameron liked him. te kept trying to get him to admit she had a good affect on him. te even helped him plan the date."
"I just didn't want him to pass up an opportunity."
"House, always passes on opportunities to connect to other human beings it's his major flaw. I mean a chitarra means più to him than a flesh and blood, human relationship..."
"Wow. You're really mad at him."
"I'm always mad at him."
"Yeah, because he did a deadly procedure, mouthed off to a sponsor, o kidnapped a patient, but not for personal reasons. te usually defend him più than even me."
"Maybe I'm tired of defending him. Look, I like Paul. There is potential for something real between us. I hope he's not planning on crashing one of our dates. He's done that before te know."
"I didn't know he did that."
"I'm surprised he didn't tell you. I thought it would be something he'd revel in."
"Wow."
"What?"
"He really, really, likes you," he detto with a bright smile. "He would never do something like that unless he really wanted you."
"No, he doesn't want me. If he wanted me as much as te say then he would have admitted to it da now. He would have done whatever it took to get me. I've only seen Stacy Warner mean that much to him," she detto with a noticeable break in her voice.
Wilson put a hand over Cuddy's. Her eyes looked into his. Her cheeks suddenly reddened da embarassment.
"I don't care. He's House. He's my oldest friend and sometimes enemy, mostly liability," she detto with a laugh.
"Maybe what he's planning is to do whatever it takes,"Wilson detto with another hopeful smile.
"I don't like him if that's what you're implying, Wilson," she detto nervously.
"Okay. But if te did it would be a good thing for both of you. I always thought there was something special between te two and maybe, just maybe, if te two got over all this denial crap te could see it too."
Wilson was heading toward the door when Cuddy spoke.
"He knows how I feel."
Wilson turned to face her once more.
"You told him te like him?"
"He asked me what we were to each other and I told him he knows already. He shouldn't play stupid."
"What did he do?"
"He walked out of my office. He hasn't detto a word about the conversation since."
"He's processing. Give him time."
"Paul believes in people and House only seems to believe in himself. I...care deeply for House but I need to be with someone who can tell me what I mean to them. He's never been able to do that. With Paul everything feels so possible and so easy..."
"Easy, definitely isn't House. However, easy can become boring down the road," he detto as he exited the office.
Cuddy sighed as she turned to face the window. It was an nuvoloso, cielo coperto afternoon. She hadn't meant to get into that conversation with Wilson. Why did he always have to meddle. She had such a great time last night with Paul. She had for once saw a possibility of leaving her feelings for House behind.
"Knock, knock," a familar scruff voice detto behind her taking her out of her reverie.
"Oh, House. What do te want?," she detto a little too loudly.
House closed the office door and sat at the chair in front of her desk.
He looked everywhere but at her. His hands tightening around the hook of his cane.
"House?"
"I want to take te out for dinner," he detto finally looking up to meet her eyes.
I couldn't sleep and I had a gush of inspiration hit me and so I decided to make a Huddy poem :)
Dedicated to the awesome that is you,the Huddys ^^
Enjoy!
A lover from afar,
Isn't really a lover at all.
If she truly loves him,
And he truly innamorati her.
Aren't they innamorati at all?
They were once lovers.
Deeply passionate lovers.
But those days have come,
And those times have gone
But they both hadn't moved on.
She had gone through many
Lusters and not one lover.
She had thought about him
And that made the lusters
Turn into dust.
He had gone through a another lover,
But she wasn't like her.
As he thought about her,he
Began to Amore she more.
But she moved on to another.
A lover from afar,is
Truly a lover at all.As thoughts
Become actions,and actions,
Became thoughts.
He and her are indeed,
innamorati from afar.
Tell me what te think :)
Dedicated to the awesome that is you,the Huddys ^^
Enjoy!
A lover from afar,
Isn't really a lover at all.
If she truly loves him,
And he truly innamorati her.
Aren't they innamorati at all?
They were once lovers.
Deeply passionate lovers.
But those days have come,
And those times have gone
But they both hadn't moved on.
She had gone through many
Lusters and not one lover.
She had thought about him
And that made the lusters
Turn into dust.
He had gone through a another lover,
But she wasn't like her.
As he thought about her,he
Began to Amore she more.
But she moved on to another.
A lover from afar,is
Truly a lover at all.As thoughts
Become actions,and actions,
Became thoughts.
He and her are indeed,
innamorati from afar.
Tell me what te think :)