Aftermath


After the kiss, from the night before. House wakes up in his letto at around 09:20am and gets ready to arrive late for work, as usual. On his way to the cucina he sees Cuddy on the sofa sleeping softly with her drink spilt on the coffee table. Her shoes were on the floor successivo to her. House thought about putting a blanket over her but didn’t. Instead House sat watching her for a bit, before finally waking her up with a loud incoherent noise.

House: Wake-up sleepy head.

Cuddy: Eughh. What time is it?

House: (checks his watch) Uh-oh, seems te are going to be late.

(Cuddy sat up and held her head in her hands; whilst House smiled.)

Cuddy: We didn’t---did we?

House: Oh yeah---amazing night of passion.

(Cuddy looked shocked.)

House: Actually---you just robbed me of my whisky; we did have an amazing baciare though.

(Cuddy looked at the empty bottle of whisky on the tavolo and then stood up and straightened herself up.)

Cuddy: I’m late and hung-over.

House: I’ll drive te home.


House drove Cuddy home, and invited himself in for some coffee.

Cuddy: Your not coming in.

House: I let te stay over; I can do whatever I want now.

(Cuddy gave a look to House, and then let him inside.)

Cuddy: Coffee’s through there, then te can let yourself out.

House: Actually do te mind if I use your bathroom? I think I know where it is.

(Cuddy went into her bedroom and locked the door.)

Meanwhile, House looked around her Home. He found some unpacked boxes of baby accessories and a mahogany culla, presepe set-up in the corner with rosa satin bedding.

House: Oh god.

Cuddy sat on her bed. Then she washed her face and took some aspirin. She took down the congratulation card from her mother on the bedside tavolo and ripped it up.

Cuddy: House.

House: Shouldn’t te get rid of this stuff? Otherwise you’ll be known as the crazy woman from across the street.

(Cuddy stared at it for a second.)

Cuddy: I’ll give it to one of the nurses.

(House walked towards Cuddy and stood successivo to her.)

Cuddy: You’re leaving now.

House: You’re hung-over, so te can’t drive. So its either te ride with me, o te wallow in self-pity---which we all know te Amore to do.

(Cuddy smiled at House.)

Cuddy: Fine. I don’t want te getting any ideas though.

House: Oops. Already have them.

(House gave a playful look.)


The arrived at 11 am Cuddy walked straight past Wilson and into her office. House was walking behind her, and stopped to greet Wilson.

Wilson: Coincidence?

House: Great sex.

House walked towards the elevator leaving Wilson looking puzzled.


Wilson knocked on Cuddy’s door, and let him self in.

Wilson: Are te okay?

Cuddy: Yeah, sure.

Wilson: I’m sorry about yesterday. There’s always another chance-

Cuddy: No, there isn’t. It’s fate—I will never ever have kids. Is it some sort of punishment?

Wilson: te can’t think that way. te saved two people—You did the right thing.

Cuddy looked at Wilson and gave an annoyed smile. She sat down at her desk, and hinted that Wilson should leave.

Wilson: I’m here, to talk to if te need a friend.

Cuddy: I’ve already had that conversation—I just want to do my job.

Wilson turned around to leave with a look of happiness.


House was in his office; his team had already found a case, but had not bothered him about it as of yet.

Wilson walked in with a spring in his step.

Wilson: te had sex with Cuddy.

House: Nope.

Wilson: She’s forgotten about what happened completely, what did te do?

House: Nothing. My alcohol supply on the other hand gave her a lot of help.

Wilson: te got her drunk? And then what—

House: She came to me. Cuddy was—upset and drank too much.

Wilson: And te didn’t do a thing.

House sipped his red coffee mug.

Wilson left, and as he did; house smiled.


It was later in the day; the team had consulted and carried out a differential with House about a patient and found out the problem. House was left mulling over last nights events. He decided to visit Cuddy for a long over due chat.

(House entered Cuddy’s office, and sat down.)

Cuddy: What do te want?

House: to reach secondo base again.

(Cuddy looked up and gave him an ‘as if’ look.)

Cuddy: I was—distressed. I would have made-out with anyone.

House could tell Cuddy was trying to create conflict—she was either embarrassed o scared to what it may lead to. So House decided to play her game.

House: Come-on. Admit it. te like me.

Cuddy: No. I needed te last night; instead I ended up embarrassing myself, and drinking.

House: te enjoyed it. Now you’re scared.

Cuddy kept Scrivere in her file. Silently proving House’s theory correct.

Cuddy: The only thing that scares me now is—

House: Is what? Going ‘all the way’ with the hunky doctor?

Cuddy: Being alone.

Cuddy put down her pen and looked at House dead in the eye.

Cuddy: That baby was the one thing I was happy about for the best 18 months, Now all I’m doing is working giorno in and giorno out—with nothing to look inoltrare, avanti to when I go home at night. I might as well live in PPH.

House looked down and fiddled with his cane.

House: te won’t die alone Cuddy.

Cuddy: Thanks. I’ve got work to get on with.

House: I mean it. Don’t throw the rest of your life down the toilet because te didn’t get what te wanted.

Cuddy looked at House with a soft face and smiled lovingly at him.

Cuddy: Thank you, and thanks for last night.

House smiled.

House: No problem. I think I still have some video clips of your attempts at Canto Queen---.

Cuddy smiled back at him.
House left happy that Cuddy had cheered up, and was re-assured.

End credits.