Disclaimer: I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as satisfying as the last scene of season six when House finally got not only what he needed but what he wanted! Oh, sorry that’s a PROclaimer. Okay, I own nothing in the House universe except a deep, undying love for Dr. House and no court on earth can take that away!!


It’s About Time….

Her تبصرے had washed away years of his doubt and sadness. Their شاور had washed away the layers of grime and blood on their bodies. And now he was going to wash away the longing that had plagued him since that night after the campus party. Lowering each other onto the بستر as the early morning light brightened the corners of his bedroom, House and Cuddy took the time to look at each other. Both of their faces دکھانا amazement, love and an emotion neither of them ever thought they’d feel again: trust. House pushed a strand of Cuddy’s dark hair behind her ear and smile.
    “Wow,” he whispered as he brushed his lips along her cheek.
    “Wow,” Cuddy quietly replied. Reaching her hand to his neck, she pulled his lips to hers. The happiness and joy of the moment could barely be contained.
    “HOUSE!”
    House opened his eyes as he kissed Cuddy. Cuddy pulled back and looked up at him.
    “Damn,” House muttered.
    “HOUSE!” came the call again.
    “Do we answer him?” Cuddy asked.
    “Well, he’ll find out sooner یا later,” House grumbled. He looked at Cuddy. Concern tinged his voice as he asked, “Is sooner okay یا should I hide you?” His eyes glinted mischievously but he was sincere in his protection of her and Cuddy was touched. She nodded and kissed him. “Guess it’s gonna be sooner.”
    Just then the door burst open revealing Wilson, looking frantic. “House! Are آپ okay?!” His eyes were wild and he was holding the bottle of vicodin House had left on his bathroom floor. “Foreman called. He کہا آپ were despondent and I found this…” he stopped in midsentence. Wilson could see House lying in بستر with a woman. The woman’s face was obscured and House was quickly pulling a sheet over the two of them. House stayed propped up on his elbow, blocking Wilson’s view of the woman’s face.
    “He used that word?” House called over his shoulder. “Despondent?”
    Wilson shook his head. “No, that was my interpretation of how he described آپ and your actions. He was clearly worried, however. I raced over when I couldn’t reach آپ on your phone.”
    “Appreciate that,” House said. He looked down at Cuddy. She smiled up at him, sharing in the delight of the secret that would soon not be their own. “But as آپ can I’m doing pretty well and I’ll be doing even better here in a bit. So see ya!”
    Wilson watched as House leaned over and began nuzzling the woman in بستر with him. Wilson was appalled. “Seriously, House!” He stood in the doorway, his hands on his hips in disgust. “You think that getting drunk isn’t enough of a slide down the slippery slope? Now you’ve gone back to cheap prostitutes to forget your pain and loneliness?” Wilson heard both House and the woman snicker.
    House stopped nuzzling and turned his head towards Wilson, continuing to block out his companion’s face. “Watch it, Jimmy,” he said, grinning. “The word ‘prostitute’ is politically incorrect now. They prefer to be called ‘love brokers’ now and this one is gonna cost me a fortune!”
    A hand lashed out from under the sheet and slapped House’s bare shoulder. “Hey!”
    Wilson’s eyes widened as he immediately recognized the throaty voice, but he nearly toppled over in disbelief when Lisa Cuddy peered out from behind House’s shoulder and smiled at him.
    “Morning, Wilson,” she کہا softly.
    Wilson did two full face wipes with his hand as he processed what he saw.
    “Am I hallucinating?” Wilson stammered.
    “Yes,” both Cuddy and House کہا quickly. They smiled at the thought that their brains came up with the same response.
    “How? When?” Wilson asked.
    “Can we fill آپ in later, Wilson?” House asked. He motioned to Cuddy lying naked in his bed. “Unrequited love to requite and all.”
    “Love?!” Wilson blurted. The دن was just getting مزید surreal.
    House looked at Cuddy. “Absolutely,” he said. Cuddy simply nodded. Time stopped as they stared at each other, Wilson’s presence long forgotten.
    “Well, it’s about damn time,” Wilson proclaimed. “I’ll just leave آپ two to ravish each other.” He smiled. “I’ll make excuses for آپ both at work.” He paused. “Separate excuses?”
    House turned to Wilson and smiled sincerely. “Yeah, for now,” he said. “We’ll figure out details later….much later.” His voice trailed off as he turned back to Cuddy and wrapped his arms around him.
    Wilson watched his two دوستوں as he backed quietly out the door. He saw Cuddy reach for House and cover his mouth with hers just as the door clicked shut.
    “It’s about damn time,” he muttered again as he left the apartment, locking the door behind him.



This was going to be a one-shot, but I have ideas for it to continue. Your reviews will decide….