He’s trang chủ alone this evening. Wilson is still working, so it’s basically the usual bachelor plan: Chinese take out, some drinks, TV and Vicodin, followed bởi laying on his sofa for hours, almost falling asleep, but not really.
He’s in the middle of opening a box of noodles, when a knock interrupts him.
“Someone better be dying!” He screams loudly in the direction of the door. He sighs and limps over to his cane, walking over to it. It’s a big surprise to see Cuddy standing there, looking nervous.
House opens the door suspiciously, “What are bạn doing here?” He asks, realizing how harsh that sounded.
Cuddy looks up at him, wringing her hands. “Hey House…can I come in? I need to talk to you.”
“Anything that can wait until tomorrow?”
Cuddy smiles warily. “I’m tired of waiting.” She says quietly.
An interrogative look flashes in his eyes before he steps aside to let her come in.
She takes her áo, áo khoác off and tosses it on the sofa. She looks strange, he thinks. The look on her face is a combination of anger, embarrassment, hardness, and softness. Was it just stress hoặc something else? Was she hiding something?
She looks down at her feet. One is tapping on the floor. House is the first who breaks the silence.
“So what are bạn here for? Are bạn in some sex emergency?” He asks sarcastically.
Now she stares at him straight in the eyes, glare full of fire.
“Stop it House! Just stop it! That’s precisely what I’m here for. I can’t play this game with bạn anymore. bạn can’t toy with my feelings and always throw them away in the garbage. I can’t stand it any more!”
House stares at her, hiding his faint shock. “You’ve always liked this game, admit it!”
Cuddy stares at him angrily. “No I haven’t.”
“Oh yes bạn have! bạn adore being pissed off and pretending to be shocked. I know you!”
“You don’t know a single damn thing about me.” Cuddy replied venomously.
“Oh, oh, oh. The baby is getting excited!” House đã đưa ý kiến sardonically. “You come to my place and yell like a witch… do bạn even know what you’re saying? Now listen, go trang chủ honey and sleep on it. Tomorrow will be another day.”
Cuddy threw her airs up in exasperation. “Another ngày of what?” She asked, raising her voice.
“Of what it always is. Of pissing bạn off. What else is there?” He đã đưa ý kiến rolling his eyes.
After a full một giây of silence, Cuddy replied, “That’s precisely what I needed to know. The match is over, House. I give up with you.”
House looked confused. “You need to… I don’t understand you. We’ve played from college time.”
“You are ridiculous, House! Just grow up. At least now I have the proof that bạn don’t have any sort of feelings for me.”
“Are bạn high?” House asked childishly.
Cuddy gave him her best ‘are bạn serious’ look. “But what about you?” – She asks as she smells him – “Of course, as always, bạn smell like the inside of a pharmacy and liquor store!”
She turns around on her heels, fed up and ready to go. But he grabs her arm before she takes a step, and she turns back to look at him.
“Wait! Where are bạn going, Cuddy?”
“Where I belong. Home.”
“And you’re leaving like this?”
Cuddy did her best to shrug, though it’s difficult with House’s grip on her arm. “You always were one for the dramatic exits, weren’t you? Besides, what difference does it make?”
It was House’s turn to shrug. “It just does.”
Cuddy shook her head, “You can find other play mate, House. I’m out.”
“But Muuuuuuuuum!!!!!!!!” He uses his cún yêu, con chó con dog look tactics now. But he immediately realizes that that was obviously the wrong step to take. Her face turns redder at the second, and her eyes are angry. He lets go of her arm.
“You see? bạn still continue to not understand! For bạn this is just a game…but for me, this is real. My feelings are real, and so am I! I’m not a doll, Greg. I’m made of flesh and blood. Can bạn feel it?” – She places hand on his right arm. – “And what you’re doing- what bạn insist on doing- it hurts. I don’t want to suffer. I don’t want to be miserable. I want to live. I want to love. And be loved. And bạn can’t.” She gently pushed him back with the same hand she had on his arm.
“You always knew I was miserable.” He finally đã đưa ý kiến after a pause.
“God, House! bạn are so egocentric. All bạn and your ego can think about is yourself. But bạn weren’t always miserable. I remember that.”
“When?”
Cuddy felt tears prickle the back of her eyes. “Those times bạn used to hold my hands without a reason. Those times bạn used to talk about yourself freely, those times bạn weren’t scared to open your heart. Those times bạn used to play some âm nhạc when words weren’t enough.” She đã đưa ý kiến softly.
“You really think things are so different now?”
Cuddy frowned. “Are bạn kidding, hoặc is this your new way of being cruel. The past is in the past, House.”
House shook his head. “I still write and play my music.”
“And what exactly does this have to do with me?”
“Listen.”
He walks towards his bedroom. His slow movement makes her think that his leg is hurting even thêm now. That usually happened when he was worried. And when he didn’t know how the events were going to play out.
He grabs a folder from his library, a logo of the trường đại học of Michigan on it. Upon opening it she sees that it was full of sheet music. When he finds that one he is looking for, he goes in the direction of the đàn piano and sits down. He looks at Cuddy for a moment. The look on his face is one of disappointment, but he knows that it’s better speak through âm nhạc than through words. At least during times like these. He starts to play a piece Cuddy never heard before. She moves to the đàn piano and sits down on the bench tiếp theo to him. Now she has a clear look of the sheets of paper in front of her eyes.
Cuddy can’t believe what it says at the bottom of her. Is a title. House’s calligraphy on it. Clear. Pure. In his way… elegant. There’s her name there. Is not true. Is not real. ‘I’m just imagining things’, she thinks.
The piece is called “Cuddy’s Serenade”.
House plays it beautifully, as he always does. But there’s something different. Is seems like he really meant what he said…played, rather. There are feelings in there. Is this another trick?
Cuddy unconsciously scoots closer to House as he plays. The âm nhạc stops after a while, and the two remain seated in silence.
Cuddy is still elaborating the motive in her head, what is this supposed to mean? He looks at her, quiet for once, waiting for her reactions.
Cuddy slowly turns her head to him, an overwhelmed look on her face.
“You… you… bạn wrote me a serenade?”
“I did.” He các câu trả lời simply.
“Why?”
“To be forgiven.”
“But bạn weren’t gonna play it for me…”
“That doesn’t matter.” He đã đưa ý kiến with a shrug.
“What did bạn want to be forgiven about?” She asked cautiously.
“For being an ass.”
“But…you…you’re never sorry.” She said; mystified
“People change. But for the record, I truly and deeply am.”
Cuddy smiled slightly. “When did bạn write it?”
“When I was supposed to be at your baby’s ceremony.”
Cuddy sighed thoughtfully, “So why didn’t bạn just come?”
“I remember bạn didn’t want me there.”
“I did.” She whispers and grabs his hand. They stare at each other, no one wanting to ruin the moment.
Finally House sighed. “Cuddy I’m sorry but…I’m not good for you. I’m a jerk and bạn don’t deserve it. bạn know bạn can do better. Get out of here and be happy.”
Cuddy shook her head in disbelief. “What if I don’t want to do better? You’re pushing me out of your life.”
A pained expression passed over House’s face, and this one wasn’t because of the leg. “You were doing it yourself before.”
Cuddy raised her voice. “Before I didn’t know anything about this!”
“Lisa, It’s just a piece of music.”
“I think is something thêm than that.”
“Do you?”
“Why don’t bạn just say something?”
“Wasn’t that enough?” He asked, pointing at the âm nhạc sheets on his piano.
“That can mean anything hoặc everything. It depends on you. I’m not in your head.”
“It means…anything.” He đã đưa ý kiến after a moment.
“So I’m still nothing for you.”
“Au contraire. You’re everything for me.”
“You just contradicted yourself. Do bạn want to see me mad again?”
“No.” Was his short answer.
“So what’s the good of hiển thị me this? I’m everything and anything and SO WHAT? What do bạn want from me House?!?” She asked, on the verge of tears.
“I told you. Go out of here and live your life. I’m not going to change.”
“I never asked bạn to change.”
“Yes bạn did. Yes bạn are! bạn want a caring lover and I’m not capable to give bạn that. bạn should just walk away, Cuddy. Hell, bạn should run! I don’t want to hurt you. I tình yêu bạn too much to make bạn suffer because of me.”
Cuddy opened her mouth in shock. “What did bạn just say?”
“Go home, Lisa.”
Cuddy turned to face him. “House, do bạn tình yêu me?”
“Go home, Lisa.” He repeated firmly.
Cuddy shook her head. “Are bạn in tình yêu with me, Greg?”
House turned away from her. “Go home, Lisa.”
“Are bạn talking about love?” She wasn’t going to let him walk away from this conversation.
“For God’s sake, Lisa! What I’m supposed to do to make bạn understand that I’m in tình yêu with you?? I’ve been in tình yêu with bạn for years! But I’m scared to death of ruining everything, don’t bạn understand that? bạn are the reason I wake up every morning. I’ve always loved you! And bạn know what, even cheating on bạn is better than nothing. I don’t know what bạn want me to do? Do bạn want me to scream that I tình yêu you?!? How can bạn be so blind? Have bạn got any idea how many times a ngày I’m just tempted to hold bạn in my arms and Kiss you???”
“Then why don’t you?!? ” She asked, putting her hands on either side of his face. Now they’re just a few inches apart and looking in each other eyes.
“Is not rational.” He puts his hand on her wrist.
“You wanna stop being rational, just this once?” She asked, her eyes twinkling.
House finally meets her soft lips. First lightly than hungrily. Cuddy responds with all the passion she’s kept inside for years. When they finally take breath House notices that Cuddy’s eyes are sparkling with tears.
“Cuddy… I…”
She laughed a watery laugh. “Just say it.”
He takes a deep breath and finally spits up what was, until then, just a melody hidden in the depth of his heart.
“I tình yêu you.” He đã đưa ý kiến quietly, as he kissed her once more.
“Greg?”
“Yes?”
“Can bạn play it for me again?”
House smiled. “You’re the only one I could play for.”
House starts to play, and the beautiful notes of Cuddy’s serenade fill the room. Cuddy stands up and wraps her arms around House’s neck and places her cheek on his head.
What happened this night was simply… everything.
He’s in the middle of opening a box of noodles, when a knock interrupts him.
“Someone better be dying!” He screams loudly in the direction of the door. He sighs and limps over to his cane, walking over to it. It’s a big surprise to see Cuddy standing there, looking nervous.
House opens the door suspiciously, “What are bạn doing here?” He asks, realizing how harsh that sounded.
Cuddy looks up at him, wringing her hands. “Hey House…can I come in? I need to talk to you.”
“Anything that can wait until tomorrow?”
Cuddy smiles warily. “I’m tired of waiting.” She says quietly.
An interrogative look flashes in his eyes before he steps aside to let her come in.
She takes her áo, áo khoác off and tosses it on the sofa. She looks strange, he thinks. The look on her face is a combination of anger, embarrassment, hardness, and softness. Was it just stress hoặc something else? Was she hiding something?
She looks down at her feet. One is tapping on the floor. House is the first who breaks the silence.
“So what are bạn here for? Are bạn in some sex emergency?” He asks sarcastically.
Now she stares at him straight in the eyes, glare full of fire.
“Stop it House! Just stop it! That’s precisely what I’m here for. I can’t play this game with bạn anymore. bạn can’t toy with my feelings and always throw them away in the garbage. I can’t stand it any more!”
House stares at her, hiding his faint shock. “You’ve always liked this game, admit it!”
Cuddy stares at him angrily. “No I haven’t.”
“Oh yes bạn have! bạn adore being pissed off and pretending to be shocked. I know you!”
“You don’t know a single damn thing about me.” Cuddy replied venomously.
“Oh, oh, oh. The baby is getting excited!” House đã đưa ý kiến sardonically. “You come to my place and yell like a witch… do bạn even know what you’re saying? Now listen, go trang chủ honey and sleep on it. Tomorrow will be another day.”
Cuddy threw her airs up in exasperation. “Another ngày of what?” She asked, raising her voice.
“Of what it always is. Of pissing bạn off. What else is there?” He đã đưa ý kiến rolling his eyes.
After a full một giây of silence, Cuddy replied, “That’s precisely what I needed to know. The match is over, House. I give up with you.”
House looked confused. “You need to… I don’t understand you. We’ve played from college time.”
“You are ridiculous, House! Just grow up. At least now I have the proof that bạn don’t have any sort of feelings for me.”
“Are bạn high?” House asked childishly.
Cuddy gave him her best ‘are bạn serious’ look. “But what about you?” – She asks as she smells him – “Of course, as always, bạn smell like the inside of a pharmacy and liquor store!”
She turns around on her heels, fed up and ready to go. But he grabs her arm before she takes a step, and she turns back to look at him.
“Wait! Where are bạn going, Cuddy?”
“Where I belong. Home.”
“And you’re leaving like this?”
Cuddy did her best to shrug, though it’s difficult with House’s grip on her arm. “You always were one for the dramatic exits, weren’t you? Besides, what difference does it make?”
It was House’s turn to shrug. “It just does.”
Cuddy shook her head, “You can find other play mate, House. I’m out.”
“But Muuuuuuuuum!!!!!!!!” He uses his cún yêu, con chó con dog look tactics now. But he immediately realizes that that was obviously the wrong step to take. Her face turns redder at the second, and her eyes are angry. He lets go of her arm.
“You see? bạn still continue to not understand! For bạn this is just a game…but for me, this is real. My feelings are real, and so am I! I’m not a doll, Greg. I’m made of flesh and blood. Can bạn feel it?” – She places hand on his right arm. – “And what you’re doing- what bạn insist on doing- it hurts. I don’t want to suffer. I don’t want to be miserable. I want to live. I want to love. And be loved. And bạn can’t.” She gently pushed him back with the same hand she had on his arm.
“You always knew I was miserable.” He finally đã đưa ý kiến after a pause.
“God, House! bạn are so egocentric. All bạn and your ego can think about is yourself. But bạn weren’t always miserable. I remember that.”
“When?”
Cuddy felt tears prickle the back of her eyes. “Those times bạn used to hold my hands without a reason. Those times bạn used to talk about yourself freely, those times bạn weren’t scared to open your heart. Those times bạn used to play some âm nhạc when words weren’t enough.” She đã đưa ý kiến softly.
“You really think things are so different now?”
Cuddy frowned. “Are bạn kidding, hoặc is this your new way of being cruel. The past is in the past, House.”
House shook his head. “I still write and play my music.”
“And what exactly does this have to do with me?”
“Listen.”
He walks towards his bedroom. His slow movement makes her think that his leg is hurting even thêm now. That usually happened when he was worried. And when he didn’t know how the events were going to play out.
He grabs a folder from his library, a logo of the trường đại học of Michigan on it. Upon opening it she sees that it was full of sheet music. When he finds that one he is looking for, he goes in the direction of the đàn piano and sits down. He looks at Cuddy for a moment. The look on his face is one of disappointment, but he knows that it’s better speak through âm nhạc than through words. At least during times like these. He starts to play a piece Cuddy never heard before. She moves to the đàn piano and sits down on the bench tiếp theo to him. Now she has a clear look of the sheets of paper in front of her eyes.
Cuddy can’t believe what it says at the bottom of her. Is a title. House’s calligraphy on it. Clear. Pure. In his way… elegant. There’s her name there. Is not true. Is not real. ‘I’m just imagining things’, she thinks.
The piece is called “Cuddy’s Serenade”.
House plays it beautifully, as he always does. But there’s something different. Is seems like he really meant what he said…played, rather. There are feelings in there. Is this another trick?
Cuddy unconsciously scoots closer to House as he plays. The âm nhạc stops after a while, and the two remain seated in silence.
Cuddy is still elaborating the motive in her head, what is this supposed to mean? He looks at her, quiet for once, waiting for her reactions.
Cuddy slowly turns her head to him, an overwhelmed look on her face.
“You… you… bạn wrote me a serenade?”
“I did.” He các câu trả lời simply.
“Why?”
“To be forgiven.”
“But bạn weren’t gonna play it for me…”
“That doesn’t matter.” He đã đưa ý kiến with a shrug.
“What did bạn want to be forgiven about?” She asked cautiously.
“For being an ass.”
“But…you…you’re never sorry.” She said; mystified
“People change. But for the record, I truly and deeply am.”
Cuddy smiled slightly. “When did bạn write it?”
“When I was supposed to be at your baby’s ceremony.”
Cuddy sighed thoughtfully, “So why didn’t bạn just come?”
“I remember bạn didn’t want me there.”
“I did.” She whispers and grabs his hand. They stare at each other, no one wanting to ruin the moment.
Finally House sighed. “Cuddy I’m sorry but…I’m not good for you. I’m a jerk and bạn don’t deserve it. bạn know bạn can do better. Get out of here and be happy.”
Cuddy shook her head in disbelief. “What if I don’t want to do better? You’re pushing me out of your life.”
A pained expression passed over House’s face, and this one wasn’t because of the leg. “You were doing it yourself before.”
Cuddy raised her voice. “Before I didn’t know anything about this!”
“Lisa, It’s just a piece of music.”
“I think is something thêm than that.”
“Do you?”
“Why don’t bạn just say something?”
“Wasn’t that enough?” He asked, pointing at the âm nhạc sheets on his piano.
“That can mean anything hoặc everything. It depends on you. I’m not in your head.”
“It means…anything.” He đã đưa ý kiến after a moment.
“So I’m still nothing for you.”
“Au contraire. You’re everything for me.”
“You just contradicted yourself. Do bạn want to see me mad again?”
“No.” Was his short answer.
“So what’s the good of hiển thị me this? I’m everything and anything and SO WHAT? What do bạn want from me House?!?” She asked, on the verge of tears.
“I told you. Go out of here and live your life. I’m not going to change.”
“I never asked bạn to change.”
“Yes bạn did. Yes bạn are! bạn want a caring lover and I’m not capable to give bạn that. bạn should just walk away, Cuddy. Hell, bạn should run! I don’t want to hurt you. I tình yêu bạn too much to make bạn suffer because of me.”
Cuddy opened her mouth in shock. “What did bạn just say?”
“Go home, Lisa.”
Cuddy turned to face him. “House, do bạn tình yêu me?”
“Go home, Lisa.” He repeated firmly.
Cuddy shook her head. “Are bạn in tình yêu with me, Greg?”
House turned away from her. “Go home, Lisa.”
“Are bạn talking about love?” She wasn’t going to let him walk away from this conversation.
“For God’s sake, Lisa! What I’m supposed to do to make bạn understand that I’m in tình yêu with you?? I’ve been in tình yêu with bạn for years! But I’m scared to death of ruining everything, don’t bạn understand that? bạn are the reason I wake up every morning. I’ve always loved you! And bạn know what, even cheating on bạn is better than nothing. I don’t know what bạn want me to do? Do bạn want me to scream that I tình yêu you?!? How can bạn be so blind? Have bạn got any idea how many times a ngày I’m just tempted to hold bạn in my arms and Kiss you???”
“Then why don’t you?!? ” She asked, putting her hands on either side of his face. Now they’re just a few inches apart and looking in each other eyes.
“Is not rational.” He puts his hand on her wrist.
“You wanna stop being rational, just this once?” She asked, her eyes twinkling.
House finally meets her soft lips. First lightly than hungrily. Cuddy responds with all the passion she’s kept inside for years. When they finally take breath House notices that Cuddy’s eyes are sparkling with tears.
“Cuddy… I…”
She laughed a watery laugh. “Just say it.”
He takes a deep breath and finally spits up what was, until then, just a melody hidden in the depth of his heart.
“I tình yêu you.” He đã đưa ý kiến quietly, as he kissed her once more.
“Greg?”
“Yes?”
“Can bạn play it for me again?”
House smiled. “You’re the only one I could play for.”
House starts to play, and the beautiful notes of Cuddy’s serenade fill the room. Cuddy stands up and wraps her arms around House’s neck and places her cheek on his head.
What happened this night was simply… everything.
