Post Công chúa tóc xù Heart, Happy Belated-Halloween Huddies. Let's just say this compensates for the lack of episode this week. :)
"Duck? Again?" House asked Wilson. In his office, House just kicked back in awe of Wilson's costume. He was also wearing an outfit--Batman--but at the moment there was no contest.
"It's my yêu thích costume, so what?"
"You expect to give scares with that?"
"I'm appealing to the younger demographic."
"Do I need to repeat myself?"
"I'm taking Rachel out with my godson tonight and wearing your spilled guts costume might frighten them a bit."
"She's one, how are bạn taking her trick-or-treating?"
"Cuddy's going out with Lucas, just doing her a favor."
"Right."
"She's Po."
"She's a what?"
"She's Po. bạn know, link?"
"Good God, she's wearing that?"
"What? Po's cute."
"You think they're all cute." At that moment, the team walked in, all in costumes of their own. Cameron appeared as Cinderella, Chase came as Prince Charming, and Foreman came as a ghetto Frankenstein.
"What'd Cuddy come as?" House asked paying no attention to the team.
"I think she's--the hooker hoặc stripper version of Wonder Woman."
"Interesting."
"And interesting is loosely translated to either, 'Oh that's sexy' hoặc 'how hot'?"
"Both. In different ways. Speaking of the superhooker, I'll be back." and he got up from his chair, slid his mask down and flipped up his cape as he walked out. Wilson just stood for a moment and managed to take a glance at the team. He smiled at them and they smiled awkwardly back before he waddled himself out of there.
Speeding down the hallway he caught the elevators before they caught his cape, and he made his way down to the lobby. As soon as the doors opened he jolted out and smiled at the scenery. A darker tone in the lobby along with the several decorations suspending from the ceilings gave an eerie feel to anyone walking in hoặc out.
Whipping open the clinic doors he passed bởi the nurses going straight to Cuddy's office. He slowed as he made his way in.
Closing the door slowly he looked at her working casually at her desk, but with her body wrapped in metallic clothes. He just smiled as he waited for her to look up. As soon as she did, she let out a giggle.
"I didn't think you'd dress up today. Let alone dress up as Batman."
"You shouldn't underestimate the cripple. I limp bởi ngày and fly bởi night. Beware. And bạn shouldn't laugh at me until you've seen Wilson with the--"
"Duck costume, I know." their voices overlapped.
"Why bạn dump the kid on him tonight?"
"I didn't he asked if I had plans, I đã đưa ý kiến I was taking Rachel with me and Lucas and we went on about how someone should be taking her trick-or-treating and the end result, obviously..."
"Why would he be taking his godson anyway..." with a short pause, she just looked at him, waiting to finish his thought.
"That manipulative bitch. I'll be back." smiling and slightly angry, he strut out of there and back to Wilson's office leaving Cuddy in an awkward state. Reaching Wilson's office, he burst the door open to emphasize his entrance.
"You meddling, annoyingly analytical, manipulative bitch."
"I go bởi each description, hoặc all three is fine."
"You let me go over there and nearly allowed myself to get pulled into your little--"
"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Why did bạn volunteer to take out the kid?"
"I didn't." House got up to his bàn and starting pointing fingers.
"YES, bạn did."
"She asked me to take her."
"Right. Because bạn would just so happen to be taking your 'son'--"
"Godson--"
"--out trick-or-treating? You'd rather be drunk, at a bar, with me and a few floozies."
"Of course I would. I mean, why should I do a friend a favor, and spend some time with my godson whom I barely see now--which is your fault really--when I can be wasted with bạn at a bar bạn will most likely abandon me at."
"I didn't abandon you. bạn refused to leave."
"Right." Wilson attempted to get back to work, but House suddenly jerked, about to exhale his epiphany.
"You don't care about taking out Rachel. bạn don't even care about taking out your godson. bạn care, about me caring that you're taking out Rachel. bạn wanted me to tell Cuddy that I could take her out, that I could run the favor and.."
"Go on," he spoke with half a smile.
"You manipulative bitch."
"So."
"You'd use--"
"I used no one."
"You knew about this night, and bạn added your godson as a factor in your own manipulation?"
"He's not a factor. He's a constant. Things wouldn't change either way." he scoffed at him. There was a pause, and then he continued.
"Go."
"I don't want the kid."
"But bạn do."
"You want to think, that I want the kid, because I want her."
"Is that a confession? hoặc is this just thêm clearer than I thought?"
"I'm not--"
"Go. Get yourself down there, throw some generosity on like I know bạn can, and 'take the kid in my stead'." House bore his eyes at him, before turning on his heel and leaving with a quick whisper under his breath,
"Generosity my ass..." Wilson snickered and continued to his work as House made his way back to Cuddy's office.
Opening her doors, he found the room empty. Expecting a relief, disappointment filled instead. An odd sensation at the bottom of his stomach, and an uneasiness in his chest. Glancing around quick, he left, without hesitation.
---
That Night - Wilson's Apartment
"TRICK-OR-TREAT!" kids hollered at the door. Handfuls of kids had reached the apartments in the last giờ as they waited for Cuddy to arrive with Rachel. It was nearly seven.
"So bạn don't want her to know that you're taking her?" Wilson asked from the living room. He was fixing up his godson, Jack's costume--firefighter. House echoed a response from the phòng bếp, nhà bếp as he washed dishes from the sink. He had returned to normal clothing.
"Thought we went through this earlier...." he seemed evidently distracted.
"You lacked an actual answer. bạn know, bởi not saying anything at all. I'm sure bạn could've come up with something--" the faucet closed shut. House leaned on the sink with his hands propped on each side. He stood stationary for about a một phút when a knock sounded on the door. Struggling to open the door with his beak in the way, Wilson opened to Cuddy. She was dressed for a party with Rachel in her arms dressed as the red teletubby.
"Hey, she looks cute. House, take a look." Wilson held onto the door and gestured House over, but he just glanced at him with aggravation from his position at the sink. Taking it as a sign, he stuttered for words as Cuddy handed Rachel over.
"I--uh, think he stepped out for--er--a drink."
"Oh. I thought bạn guys would be taking the kids."
"He's too busy getting wasted for a messy orgy."
"Hey--kids?" Cuddy uttered with alarm.
"She's one, hes--oblivious."
"Right. Well, I'll drop bởi in a couple hours. Have fun." she ended with a smile before taking off. Closing the door, he turned to Jack waiting patiently with his empty bucket on the couch.
"Uncle Wilson, what's an orgy?" House bit his lip and looked over at the 'deer in the headlights' Wilson and let go a hard laugh. He then limped over and slipped on his áo khoác while Wilson gathered all their belongs with the sustained look on his face.
"Oh stop worrying. All seven năm old's know what an orgy is." House 'reassured' him as he took Rachel.
"What seven năm old's do bạn know?" he asked blankly. They opened the door.
"It's called the clinic and pediatrics department." Closing the door, Wilson took a glance around the apartment, and briefly noticing something hanging from the kitchen-living room arch that seemed to make him smile.
---
"Way to ruin the process." House hollered from the doorstep. Wilson was fixing his tail trying to remove it from the gate while the kids and House waited for him to make his way up the path. When unstuck, he waddled up.
"This--this is not working. I need real clothes." House rang the doorbell as he shook his head at Wilson who was struggling still with his costume. The door opened and a young woman answered with a bowl of kẹo in her arm. She first smiled at House--in which he returned a meek smile--then at Rachel and Jack. Pouring handfuls into their buckets, her attention returned to Rachel who began to wave at the woman. She smiled and waved back laughing softly before addressing House.
"Your daughter is adorable. How old is she?"
"Almost a year," he struggled to say at first. Wilson drew his attention towards House bởi shifting over his eyes, side glancing. He saw him looking back as if verifying what just happened. Both smiled at her before she closed the door, and hesitated conversation until they reached the sidewalk.
"Last one for the night? I think we've got enough kẹo here to rot all of our teeth." Wilson finally said.
"Where'd bạn park," House asked calmly.
"Couple blocks down from here after this first right." They lapsed into silence until they reached their car. Everything surrounding them was full of Halloween delight, but they both seemed to screen everything out. It was all actually silenced bởi the closing of the doors, and the revving of the engine once they got in. It took a while however, for Wilson with his costume.
"First one tonight. I'm actually surprised bạn didn't get a lot of those." Wilson đã bình luận as they carefully drove through the street.
"I did. They were conveyed through smiles and other tiny gestures I shouldn't have even been paying attention to."
"Anyone would've assumed."
"Which is why I let her. If I đã đưa ý kiến I wasn't the father, I don't think I'd wanted my face to be đã đăng around as 'Gregory House: Brilliant diagnostician, Halloween pedophile."
"You wouldn't be seen off as that."
"If I told her I wasn't the kid's father then I would be."
"Why do bạn do that? Rationalize something sweet? That's like making sugar bitter. It doesn't work like that. Just accept that bạn didn't do it because it was 'logical', accept it for what it is."
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Oh-kay."
"Okay--"
"Shut up." House quickly cut him off, but he returned with one question, causing the rest of the ride to merge into a definite silence.
"I forgot to ask--where's your cane?"
---
"I want to sleep where the hell are his parents?" an irritated House asked Wilson.
"He's asleep so relax, it's not like we have to do anything."
"And this one?" he gestured to a fast asleep Rachel on the couch.
"She should've been picked up bởi now."
"Fifty bucks says mommy's wasted."
"No, I believe that." Wilson ended with a scoff. House glanced at his watch: Quarter to eleven.
"Keys," House called out from the kitchen.
"Give her a break, she's having fun."
"She also knows her responsibilities."
"What are bạn going to do, wait at the door?"
She's got at least five copies of keys ten feet away from the door, I can get in if necessary. KEYS." Wilson sighed and tossed over his keys.
"Since when do bạn care about her responsibilities anyway.." he asked as he took a ghế, chỗ ngồi on the đi văng tiếp theo to Jack. He handed Rachel to House as he lấy trộm, đánh cắp a kẹo bar from her bucket.
"She dumps her on me, I temporarily take the load," he bit into the bar and his voice muffled as he made his way out the door.
"and when I take care of her load, I take care of her load. Hm." he stopped at the door.
"What?" Wilson turned his head.
"I think I should've picked a different metaphor. 'Load' can be interpreted in several ways....interesting." and he walked out, swinging the door closed taking off for Cuddy's House.
"I'm stealing half your kẹo kiddo. This stuff will rot your teeth faster than mine." House had set her in her cũi, giường cũi after removing her costume. She had underclothes on, but Cuddy could change those--if sober enough hoặc at all--when she returned home. Leaving the bucket half full with the candies stuffed in his pockets, he just sat in the rocking chair, waiting for anyone to come home. Nearly drifting off to sleep, he awoke with alarm after his arm propping up his head has slid off the armrest. Then he heard keys thrust into the locks. Quickly standing up, he darted for the hallway and met Lucas and Cuddy at the door.
"I thought--" Cuddy began.
"Wow. You're thêm sober than I thought you'd be."
"What--What are bạn doing here?"
"Kid's asleep. Your welcome. Happy Halloween." he went out the door without another word. Cuddy gestured to Lucas to check on Rachel as she opened the door again, going after House.
"You're not even going to tell me how the night went?" she called from the porch. He stopped, holding his thigh and turned around to walk back up the steps.
"How am I supposed to know, I wasn't there."
"You wouldn't have đã đưa ý kiến 'your welcome' if bạn hadn't done something."
"I dropped her off, hence the 'your welcome'. It's the whole thank you-you're welcome process little kiddies learn as their first 'magic words'."
"Right. Like he could manage two kids bởi himself with that outrageous costume of his."
"Don't underestimate the duck. If he wants to he can keep his ducklings in order....They had fun. Lots of candy. But, it should've been you."
"She's one, House. I don't think she'll remember me missing her first Halloween with her."
"Even then, the memories bạn have with her are the ones she'll be able to remember the most. So don't waste your time with her, you'll lose it fast. If you're anything of the mother bạn think bạn are and I think bạn are, you'll spend less time with the boy and thêm time with her.""
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It's not her first kiss, her first boyfriend, first sexual encounter etc.,. that she'll be remembering long after you're gone. At least, if bạn play your cards right with her."
"You still remember things with your mom?"
"Not exactly." and without another word, he took off for Wilson's car across the street, allowing her to watch him drive away into the brisk Hallows Eve night.
---
The Following Week - Tuesday
"I think bạn and House should take some of the leftover candy. I think she's sick of it." Cuddy admitted to Wilson. They were in the cafeteria eating lunch together, like every Tuesday past.
"House took a bunch when he dropped her off, I thought with that you'd at least be able to finish."
"Aha, right." With a single pause to nuốt, nhạn and bite, Cuddy continued.
"We had a weird talk before he left."
"You guys always have weird talks. He throws suggestive comments, bạn usually reply with a clever retort, and everyone else in the room is left feeling awkward hoặc uncomfortable, hoặc if they're anything like me inside they are secretly rooting."
"He was voicing to me his opinion of how I should raise Rachel."
"Oh, wow. That dad thing really spooked him then." Taking their trays, he dumped the trash in the bin behind them and they both got out of the booths before he continued.
"Our last house, a woman thought Rachel was his kid." her face turned confused.
"He told me he didn't go with bạn guys."
"He did. But--I guess the woman really got to him. Hence the 'voicing out his opinion' after he dropped her off." They went for the elevators, going for Wilson's floor. They didn't speak till the doors opened again.
"Why would he be spooked bởi that?"
"Not necessarily spooked. thêm like...I don't know. I have lack of word choice right now." Taking a glance towards his office, she saw him conducting a differential with the team. Half focused, half distracted. She followed Wilson to his door as he began to unlock it with his key. He went straight for his bàn as Cuddy held onto the door.
"I told bạn he was changing. How much--not a lot. But where they occur are still left to be seen." Pursing her lip, she closed the door behind her and walked towards his office. Standing inconspicuously bởi the windows she just stared at him. Replaying Wilson's words in her head.
Not a lot...where they occur....still left to be seen.
"Duck? Again?" House asked Wilson. In his office, House just kicked back in awe of Wilson's costume. He was also wearing an outfit--Batman--but at the moment there was no contest.
"It's my yêu thích costume, so what?"
"You expect to give scares with that?"
"I'm appealing to the younger demographic."
"Do I need to repeat myself?"
"I'm taking Rachel out with my godson tonight and wearing your spilled guts costume might frighten them a bit."
"She's one, how are bạn taking her trick-or-treating?"
"Cuddy's going out with Lucas, just doing her a favor."
"Right."
"She's Po."
"She's a what?"
"She's Po. bạn know, link?"
"Good God, she's wearing that?"
"What? Po's cute."
"You think they're all cute." At that moment, the team walked in, all in costumes of their own. Cameron appeared as Cinderella, Chase came as Prince Charming, and Foreman came as a ghetto Frankenstein.
"What'd Cuddy come as?" House asked paying no attention to the team.
"I think she's--the hooker hoặc stripper version of Wonder Woman."
"Interesting."
"And interesting is loosely translated to either, 'Oh that's sexy' hoặc 'how hot'?"
"Both. In different ways. Speaking of the superhooker, I'll be back." and he got up from his chair, slid his mask down and flipped up his cape as he walked out. Wilson just stood for a moment and managed to take a glance at the team. He smiled at them and they smiled awkwardly back before he waddled himself out of there.
Speeding down the hallway he caught the elevators before they caught his cape, and he made his way down to the lobby. As soon as the doors opened he jolted out and smiled at the scenery. A darker tone in the lobby along with the several decorations suspending from the ceilings gave an eerie feel to anyone walking in hoặc out.
Whipping open the clinic doors he passed bởi the nurses going straight to Cuddy's office. He slowed as he made his way in.
Closing the door slowly he looked at her working casually at her desk, but with her body wrapped in metallic clothes. He just smiled as he waited for her to look up. As soon as she did, she let out a giggle.
"I didn't think you'd dress up today. Let alone dress up as Batman."
"You shouldn't underestimate the cripple. I limp bởi ngày and fly bởi night. Beware. And bạn shouldn't laugh at me until you've seen Wilson with the--"
"Duck costume, I know." their voices overlapped.
"Why bạn dump the kid on him tonight?"
"I didn't he asked if I had plans, I đã đưa ý kiến I was taking Rachel with me and Lucas and we went on about how someone should be taking her trick-or-treating and the end result, obviously..."
"Why would he be taking his godson anyway..." with a short pause, she just looked at him, waiting to finish his thought.
"That manipulative bitch. I'll be back." smiling and slightly angry, he strut out of there and back to Wilson's office leaving Cuddy in an awkward state. Reaching Wilson's office, he burst the door open to emphasize his entrance.
"You meddling, annoyingly analytical, manipulative bitch."
"I go bởi each description, hoặc all three is fine."
"You let me go over there and nearly allowed myself to get pulled into your little--"
"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Why did bạn volunteer to take out the kid?"
"I didn't." House got up to his bàn and starting pointing fingers.
"YES, bạn did."
"She asked me to take her."
"Right. Because bạn would just so happen to be taking your 'son'--"
"Godson--"
"--out trick-or-treating? You'd rather be drunk, at a bar, with me and a few floozies."
"Of course I would. I mean, why should I do a friend a favor, and spend some time with my godson whom I barely see now--which is your fault really--when I can be wasted with bạn at a bar bạn will most likely abandon me at."
"I didn't abandon you. bạn refused to leave."
"Right." Wilson attempted to get back to work, but House suddenly jerked, about to exhale his epiphany.
"You don't care about taking out Rachel. bạn don't even care about taking out your godson. bạn care, about me caring that you're taking out Rachel. bạn wanted me to tell Cuddy that I could take her out, that I could run the favor and.."
"Go on," he spoke with half a smile.
"You manipulative bitch."
"So."
"You'd use--"
"I used no one."
"You knew about this night, and bạn added your godson as a factor in your own manipulation?"
"He's not a factor. He's a constant. Things wouldn't change either way." he scoffed at him. There was a pause, and then he continued.
"Go."
"I don't want the kid."
"But bạn do."
"You want to think, that I want the kid, because I want her."
"Is that a confession? hoặc is this just thêm clearer than I thought?"
"I'm not--"
"Go. Get yourself down there, throw some generosity on like I know bạn can, and 'take the kid in my stead'." House bore his eyes at him, before turning on his heel and leaving with a quick whisper under his breath,
"Generosity my ass..." Wilson snickered and continued to his work as House made his way back to Cuddy's office.
Opening her doors, he found the room empty. Expecting a relief, disappointment filled instead. An odd sensation at the bottom of his stomach, and an uneasiness in his chest. Glancing around quick, he left, without hesitation.
---
That Night - Wilson's Apartment
"TRICK-OR-TREAT!" kids hollered at the door. Handfuls of kids had reached the apartments in the last giờ as they waited for Cuddy to arrive with Rachel. It was nearly seven.
"So bạn don't want her to know that you're taking her?" Wilson asked from the living room. He was fixing up his godson, Jack's costume--firefighter. House echoed a response from the phòng bếp, nhà bếp as he washed dishes from the sink. He had returned to normal clothing.
"Thought we went through this earlier...." he seemed evidently distracted.
"You lacked an actual answer. bạn know, bởi not saying anything at all. I'm sure bạn could've come up with something--" the faucet closed shut. House leaned on the sink with his hands propped on each side. He stood stationary for about a một phút when a knock sounded on the door. Struggling to open the door with his beak in the way, Wilson opened to Cuddy. She was dressed for a party with Rachel in her arms dressed as the red teletubby.
"Hey, she looks cute. House, take a look." Wilson held onto the door and gestured House over, but he just glanced at him with aggravation from his position at the sink. Taking it as a sign, he stuttered for words as Cuddy handed Rachel over.
"I--uh, think he stepped out for--er--a drink."
"Oh. I thought bạn guys would be taking the kids."
"He's too busy getting wasted for a messy orgy."
"Hey--kids?" Cuddy uttered with alarm.
"She's one, hes--oblivious."
"Right. Well, I'll drop bởi in a couple hours. Have fun." she ended with a smile before taking off. Closing the door, he turned to Jack waiting patiently with his empty bucket on the couch.
"Uncle Wilson, what's an orgy?" House bit his lip and looked over at the 'deer in the headlights' Wilson and let go a hard laugh. He then limped over and slipped on his áo khoác while Wilson gathered all their belongs with the sustained look on his face.
"Oh stop worrying. All seven năm old's know what an orgy is." House 'reassured' him as he took Rachel.
"What seven năm old's do bạn know?" he asked blankly. They opened the door.
"It's called the clinic and pediatrics department." Closing the door, Wilson took a glance around the apartment, and briefly noticing something hanging from the kitchen-living room arch that seemed to make him smile.
---
"Way to ruin the process." House hollered from the doorstep. Wilson was fixing his tail trying to remove it from the gate while the kids and House waited for him to make his way up the path. When unstuck, he waddled up.
"This--this is not working. I need real clothes." House rang the doorbell as he shook his head at Wilson who was struggling still with his costume. The door opened and a young woman answered with a bowl of kẹo in her arm. She first smiled at House--in which he returned a meek smile--then at Rachel and Jack. Pouring handfuls into their buckets, her attention returned to Rachel who began to wave at the woman. She smiled and waved back laughing softly before addressing House.
"Your daughter is adorable. How old is she?"
"Almost a year," he struggled to say at first. Wilson drew his attention towards House bởi shifting over his eyes, side glancing. He saw him looking back as if verifying what just happened. Both smiled at her before she closed the door, and hesitated conversation until they reached the sidewalk.
"Last one for the night? I think we've got enough kẹo here to rot all of our teeth." Wilson finally said.
"Where'd bạn park," House asked calmly.
"Couple blocks down from here after this first right." They lapsed into silence until they reached their car. Everything surrounding them was full of Halloween delight, but they both seemed to screen everything out. It was all actually silenced bởi the closing of the doors, and the revving of the engine once they got in. It took a while however, for Wilson with his costume.
"First one tonight. I'm actually surprised bạn didn't get a lot of those." Wilson đã bình luận as they carefully drove through the street.
"I did. They were conveyed through smiles and other tiny gestures I shouldn't have even been paying attention to."
"Anyone would've assumed."
"Which is why I let her. If I đã đưa ý kiến I wasn't the father, I don't think I'd wanted my face to be đã đăng around as 'Gregory House: Brilliant diagnostician, Halloween pedophile."
"You wouldn't be seen off as that."
"If I told her I wasn't the kid's father then I would be."
"Why do bạn do that? Rationalize something sweet? That's like making sugar bitter. It doesn't work like that. Just accept that bạn didn't do it because it was 'logical', accept it for what it is."
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Oh-kay."
"Okay--"
"Shut up." House quickly cut him off, but he returned with one question, causing the rest of the ride to merge into a definite silence.
"I forgot to ask--where's your cane?"
---
"I want to sleep where the hell are his parents?" an irritated House asked Wilson.
"He's asleep so relax, it's not like we have to do anything."
"And this one?" he gestured to a fast asleep Rachel on the couch.
"She should've been picked up bởi now."
"Fifty bucks says mommy's wasted."
"No, I believe that." Wilson ended with a scoff. House glanced at his watch: Quarter to eleven.
"Keys," House called out from the kitchen.
"Give her a break, she's having fun."
"She also knows her responsibilities."
"What are bạn going to do, wait at the door?"
She's got at least five copies of keys ten feet away from the door, I can get in if necessary. KEYS." Wilson sighed and tossed over his keys.
"Since when do bạn care about her responsibilities anyway.." he asked as he took a ghế, chỗ ngồi on the đi văng tiếp theo to Jack. He handed Rachel to House as he lấy trộm, đánh cắp a kẹo bar from her bucket.
"She dumps her on me, I temporarily take the load," he bit into the bar and his voice muffled as he made his way out the door.
"and when I take care of her load, I take care of her load. Hm." he stopped at the door.
"What?" Wilson turned his head.
"I think I should've picked a different metaphor. 'Load' can be interpreted in several ways....interesting." and he walked out, swinging the door closed taking off for Cuddy's House.
"I'm stealing half your kẹo kiddo. This stuff will rot your teeth faster than mine." House had set her in her cũi, giường cũi after removing her costume. She had underclothes on, but Cuddy could change those--if sober enough hoặc at all--when she returned home. Leaving the bucket half full with the candies stuffed in his pockets, he just sat in the rocking chair, waiting for anyone to come home. Nearly drifting off to sleep, he awoke with alarm after his arm propping up his head has slid off the armrest. Then he heard keys thrust into the locks. Quickly standing up, he darted for the hallway and met Lucas and Cuddy at the door.
"I thought--" Cuddy began.
"Wow. You're thêm sober than I thought you'd be."
"What--What are bạn doing here?"
"Kid's asleep. Your welcome. Happy Halloween." he went out the door without another word. Cuddy gestured to Lucas to check on Rachel as she opened the door again, going after House.
"You're not even going to tell me how the night went?" she called from the porch. He stopped, holding his thigh and turned around to walk back up the steps.
"How am I supposed to know, I wasn't there."
"You wouldn't have đã đưa ý kiến 'your welcome' if bạn hadn't done something."
"I dropped her off, hence the 'your welcome'. It's the whole thank you-you're welcome process little kiddies learn as their first 'magic words'."
"Right. Like he could manage two kids bởi himself with that outrageous costume of his."
"Don't underestimate the duck. If he wants to he can keep his ducklings in order....They had fun. Lots of candy. But, it should've been you."
"She's one, House. I don't think she'll remember me missing her first Halloween with her."
"Even then, the memories bạn have with her are the ones she'll be able to remember the most. So don't waste your time with her, you'll lose it fast. If you're anything of the mother bạn think bạn are and I think bạn are, you'll spend less time with the boy and thêm time with her.""
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It's not her first kiss, her first boyfriend, first sexual encounter etc.,. that she'll be remembering long after you're gone. At least, if bạn play your cards right with her."
"You still remember things with your mom?"
"Not exactly." and without another word, he took off for Wilson's car across the street, allowing her to watch him drive away into the brisk Hallows Eve night.
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The Following Week - Tuesday
"I think bạn and House should take some of the leftover candy. I think she's sick of it." Cuddy admitted to Wilson. They were in the cafeteria eating lunch together, like every Tuesday past.
"House took a bunch when he dropped her off, I thought with that you'd at least be able to finish."
"Aha, right." With a single pause to nuốt, nhạn and bite, Cuddy continued.
"We had a weird talk before he left."
"You guys always have weird talks. He throws suggestive comments, bạn usually reply with a clever retort, and everyone else in the room is left feeling awkward hoặc uncomfortable, hoặc if they're anything like me inside they are secretly rooting."
"He was voicing to me his opinion of how I should raise Rachel."
"Oh, wow. That dad thing really spooked him then." Taking their trays, he dumped the trash in the bin behind them and they both got out of the booths before he continued.
"Our last house, a woman thought Rachel was his kid." her face turned confused.
"He told me he didn't go with bạn guys."
"He did. But--I guess the woman really got to him. Hence the 'voicing out his opinion' after he dropped her off." They went for the elevators, going for Wilson's floor. They didn't speak till the doors opened again.
"Why would he be spooked bởi that?"
"Not necessarily spooked. thêm like...I don't know. I have lack of word choice right now." Taking a glance towards his office, she saw him conducting a differential with the team. Half focused, half distracted. She followed Wilson to his door as he began to unlock it with his key. He went straight for his bàn as Cuddy held onto the door.
"I told bạn he was changing. How much--not a lot. But where they occur are still left to be seen." Pursing her lip, she closed the door behind her and walked towards his office. Standing inconspicuously bởi the windows she just stared at him. Replaying Wilson's words in her head.
Not a lot...where they occur....still left to be seen.
