"Shhh. It's okay little one." Lisa Cuddy whispered softly to her baby daughter.
"He looked so lost, Lise." James Wilson 说 as he sat down in the rocking chair near the crib.
Cuddy put Rachael in her 婴儿床 and walked to sit 下一个 to Wilson in the other rocking chair.
"Why didn't 你 tell me he had been hallucinating?" She asked.
"I thought it had ended. He thought it had ended. Apparently we were both wrong..."
"He wouldn't tell me what he thought happened, but I have a feeling 你 know."
Wilson took in a breath and stood up.
"He thought 你 helped him detox."
"And?"
"He thought things had changed for the better between 你 two." He 说 as his gaze moved to the window.
Cuddy's eyes widened.
"He thought we made love." She 说 更多 to herself than to Wilson.
Wilson turned his head to look at her.
"He was really happy about it. That's why he kept screwing with you. He thought 你 regretted it."
Cuddy leaned back in her chair and let out a breath.
"Oh, House." She whispered.
"Do 你 爱情 him, Cuddy?"
Cuddy looked up at Wilson taken aback 由 the question.
"Why do you..."
"Because 你 were his salvation. He hallucinated 你 saving him from himself, the addiction, the pain. He sees unconditional 爱情 with 你 and this is a man who doesn't believe that this kind of 爱情 is even possible. Somehow you're the exception to his cynical theory."
Cuddy couldn't help but to tear up at Wilson's words. He moved to sit 由 her and rested his hand on her knee.
"I'm also the one who drove him crazy. I was another hallucination pushing a false sense of happiness on him that ultimately led to him being put into a mental hospital...I broke his heart." She 说 as she wiped her eyes. Wilson's hand tightened on her knee.
"You didn't do anything. He wants happiness and 你 are that for him. He's just still too afraid of the pain to actually let his delusions become a reality...He wanted to believe that kicking the addiction was something that the 爱情 of a good woman could cure. But now he knows that he has to save himself before there can be anything real between 你 two. I think that's why he's admitted himself to Mayfield...The detox is going to be hell and much longer than 24 hours..."
"He doesn't have to be anything he's not for me to want him. I've always wanted him." She finally confessed.
"He knows that, but the great thing is that it's not good enough for him anymore. It's not just because he doesn't want to lose his intellect, his practice, 或者 his gift. He doesn't want to lose his last chance at something meaningful. He loves you."
Cuddy smiled sadly at Wilson.
"It would be easier if I didn't 爱情 him too...But I 爱情 him, James...What if he doesn't ever get better?" She asked through tears.
Wilson leaned back into his chair.
"We have to have faith that he will get better. We can't give up on him now."
Cuddy leaned back against her chair.
"When do we get to visit him?"
"Two weeks."
Cuddy let out a sigh and placed her hand on 最佳, 返回页首 of Wilson's. The two held hands in silence. Both their gazes focused on the window. The sun was going down in the distance. Cuddy finally broke the heavy silence.
"Stay in the guest bedroom tonight, James. I don't think it would be good for either us to be alone tonight...I'll heat up some left overs and we can start figuring out how we're going to break the news to his team." She 说 as she stood up.
"Alright." He 说 finally.
"He looked so lost, Lise." James Wilson 说 as he sat down in the rocking chair near the crib.
Cuddy put Rachael in her 婴儿床 and walked to sit 下一个 to Wilson in the other rocking chair.
"Why didn't 你 tell me he had been hallucinating?" She asked.
"I thought it had ended. He thought it had ended. Apparently we were both wrong..."
"He wouldn't tell me what he thought happened, but I have a feeling 你 know."
Wilson took in a breath and stood up.
"He thought 你 helped him detox."
"And?"
"He thought things had changed for the better between 你 two." He 说 as his gaze moved to the window.
Cuddy's eyes widened.
"He thought we made love." She 说 更多 to herself than to Wilson.
Wilson turned his head to look at her.
"He was really happy about it. That's why he kept screwing with you. He thought 你 regretted it."
Cuddy leaned back in her chair and let out a breath.
"Oh, House." She whispered.
"Do 你 爱情 him, Cuddy?"
Cuddy looked up at Wilson taken aback 由 the question.
"Why do you..."
"Because 你 were his salvation. He hallucinated 你 saving him from himself, the addiction, the pain. He sees unconditional 爱情 with 你 and this is a man who doesn't believe that this kind of 爱情 is even possible. Somehow you're the exception to his cynical theory."
Cuddy couldn't help but to tear up at Wilson's words. He moved to sit 由 her and rested his hand on her knee.
"I'm also the one who drove him crazy. I was another hallucination pushing a false sense of happiness on him that ultimately led to him being put into a mental hospital...I broke his heart." She 说 as she wiped her eyes. Wilson's hand tightened on her knee.
"You didn't do anything. He wants happiness and 你 are that for him. He's just still too afraid of the pain to actually let his delusions become a reality...He wanted to believe that kicking the addiction was something that the 爱情 of a good woman could cure. But now he knows that he has to save himself before there can be anything real between 你 two. I think that's why he's admitted himself to Mayfield...The detox is going to be hell and much longer than 24 hours..."
"He doesn't have to be anything he's not for me to want him. I've always wanted him." She finally confessed.
"He knows that, but the great thing is that it's not good enough for him anymore. It's not just because he doesn't want to lose his intellect, his practice, 或者 his gift. He doesn't want to lose his last chance at something meaningful. He loves you."
Cuddy smiled sadly at Wilson.
"It would be easier if I didn't 爱情 him too...But I 爱情 him, James...What if he doesn't ever get better?" She asked through tears.
Wilson leaned back into his chair.
"We have to have faith that he will get better. We can't give up on him now."
Cuddy leaned back against her chair.
"When do we get to visit him?"
"Two weeks."
Cuddy let out a sigh and placed her hand on 最佳, 返回页首 of Wilson's. The two held hands in silence. Both their gazes focused on the window. The sun was going down in the distance. Cuddy finally broke the heavy silence.
"Stay in the guest bedroom tonight, James. I don't think it would be good for either us to be alone tonight...I'll heat up some left overs and we can start figuring out how we're going to break the news to his team." She 说 as she stood up.
"Alright." He 说 finally.
Okay, hi, my name is obviously Lena. I have been writting a fanfic for two years now. It is a House fanfic, but it is very depressing and people die. Lot's of people. Also since we don't have lot of background stories on some of the characters I made some up that are probably really far off, but interesting and they serve to make a point. In the beginning the characters are a lot younger. Cuddy is 18. I know, no one could ever be a dean at 18, but the story covers a span of 33 years so I had to make them young. If 你 would like me to 发布 it please comment. Thank you. =)
A poem I wrote while I was bored. It's about House and his pain. How his pain keeps him from dealing with his problems.
Pain: A House poem.
Pain, It distracts me,
It keeps me from being angry,
It blocks out problems I don’t want to face
Scars vanish without a trace
Pain, It makes me forget
All of my regrets
About those I pushed away
When I really wanted them to stay
Pain, It takes away my fears
Like, if I will be alone the rest of my years
Left here to drown
In all of my secret tears
On pain I am now dependant,
Though it is my assailant
I am as addicted to the pain
As I am to drugs I use to make it no longer remain
Thanks for reading!!! Plz comment!!!
Pain: A House poem.
Pain, It distracts me,
It keeps me from being angry,
It blocks out problems I don’t want to face
Scars vanish without a trace
Pain, It makes me forget
All of my regrets
About those I pushed away
When I really wanted them to stay
Pain, It takes away my fears
Like, if I will be alone the rest of my years
Left here to drown
In all of my secret tears
On pain I am now dependant,
Though it is my assailant
I am as addicted to the pain
As I am to drugs I use to make it no longer remain
Thanks for reading!!! Plz comment!!!
