Title: Practical Application (4/?)
Fandom: House
Rating: R
Character/Pairing: House/Cuddy
Spoilers: Up to House’s Head.
Warnings: None really.
Summery: “Things are weird, with House.”
Notes: Part Four. I’m basing an entire fic on conversations about porn without there actually being any porn. Yet. On my hard drive this fic is actually called Genital Hospital. 1455 words.
i.Hot And Bothered
ii.Hesitations
iii.Weird
“It wasn’t porn.”
“Oh.”
“He gives you porn?” Cuddy asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Sometimes,” Wilson said, blushing fiercely, “he didn’t give you porn?”
“No.”
“What was it?”
“An independent film made by a friend of House’s we knew in college.”
“And it wasn’t porn?”
“No, it was good actually, funny and sweet.”
“Sweet?”
“House didn’t make the film.”
“Did he watch it?” Wilson asked.
“Says so,” she sighed and sat back in her chair.
“So he gave you a dvd to watch and now things are weird again?”
“Yes.”
“And weird is bad?”
“Yes,” she paused, “at least when things are normal I know what to expect from him,” she said, taking a fry from his plate that she’d been looking at since she had sat down. “That dvd, it was almost a nice thing to do.”
“If we weren’t talking about House, it would be.”
“Exactly, but it is House.”
“Talk to him Cuddy,” Wilson said, “go up to him and demand answers like you would with anything else. It will give you the confidence you need to treat it normally. Treat him normally.”
“You’re right.”
“It happens.” She smiled then, taking another fry.
“Thank you.”
“No problem.”
*****It was a good idea in theory, but like all idea and experiments, the theory was flawless but the practical application not so much.
She stalked through the corridors of her hospital, never more grateful for ‘fuck-me’ heels. They always made her feel just that little but more invincible, if only because she could imagine stabbing House through the heart with them.
Thin wall between love and hate, she reminded herself.
She tried not to falter when she stepped over the threshold into his office, his territory, to see a small stack of dvds on his desk.
“More of Harry’s creations. Some of the better ones,” he said when he saw where she was looking. “Thought you might enjoy them.”
“Oh,” she hesitated, shocked, “thank you.” He didn’t reply, turning to his computer, and she stood still, having completely lost her focus for the moment. “What’s going on?”
“An exchange between and employee and employer as far as I can tell,” he said without missing a beat.
“Between us.”
“The exchange. I think I just covered that. Unless you can see subtext in me giving you dvds that aren’t porn. Though ‘Seven Days’ is pretty racy,” he said, holding up a dvd.
“No, if you had given me porn, I could handle that, but you haven’t,” she said, finally walking further into the room, “you give Wilson porn, apparently, you give me something that reminds us both of when we were together.”
“You can handle porn?” he asked.
“Damn you, fixating on the least important thing I say. As usual.”
“At least I’m fixating in what you say and not the fact you’re about to have a wardrobe malfunction worthy of the red carpet.” She blushed and looked down at her breasts, her top a little lower that it should’ve been but there was no danger. She glared at him.
“Dammit House,” she said before stalking off and out of his House.
Things were no different.