Disclaimer: We do not own House au else it would onyesha everyday instead of once a week!
Jess: Hehehe I'm starting the inayofuata chapter evilly x3 hope wewe guys like it and sorry it took so long I was busy with school and stuff and Marafiki and OMG THERES A DANCE TOMORROW AND I HAVE AN AWESOME DRESS TOO EXCITED
Lona: I got Jess to finally work on it! :D This evil stuff was all her idea! DON'T SHOOT ME. It's all hers! She gets to go to a dance and crap, I get to have a hot, smoking, amazing, tarehe with...a book. Interpretation of Dreams kwa Sigmund Freud to be exact. I'm such a nerd -.-
ENJOY
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Cuddy pulled away from Malcolm and saw her friend Wilson standing at the door. "Are wewe okay?" he asked, look between the two doctors.
With a sniffle, she wiped her nose and stood up. "Yeah, I'm fine," she lied and looked over to her boyfriend and daughter. She felt the tears begin to well up once more, "I have to go," she rushed out of the room, not wanting to onyesha anymore weakness.
Wilson watched her go off with sympathy. He saw her breakdown earlier, held her, and she was trying so hard to be strong. He knew that if House saw her crying like that, his first instinct was to ridicule her, but he also knew that's exactly what she hoped would happen. He knew she wanted him to wake up and make fun of her because it meant that everything was back to normal. It meant House wasn't hurt and it meant they would be able to joke around with no worries of hurting the other.
He turned to look at the other doctor. Malcolm stood inayofuata to him, with his head turned watching his boss' hips sashay left and right as she hurried away. "Pretty hot, I'd tap that," Malcolm alisema out loud, "You're pretty lucky that you're close to her, ha-ha, better chance. Don't know how wewe stop yourself." He nudged Wilson with a wink.
Wilson raised his brow in disbelief. He turned back to see what Malcolm might have been looking at. "Oh wewe mean that nurse," he asked pointing to the woman in pink scrubs.
Malcolm laughed and slapped his back. "Good one man, talking 'bout Lisa,"
Wilson turned to Malcolm and try not to get too protective of his friends, "Oh, wewe mean if she wasn't with Dr. House?" Wilson smiled back.
"Does it really matter?" Malcolm asked, "With a guy, without a guy, she's still smokin'."
"Well wewe know that is her boyfriend in that kitanda right over there," Wilson held back his tongue.
"Well thanks, Sherlock." Malcolm rolled his eyes and looked over at House without any sign of sympathy. "I don't even get why she's with him," he alisema seriously, but not without jealousy lacing each word, "I heard he's a complete punda and she deserves a real man, not a gimp who can support her in every way."
"A man like you," Wilson inquired in an all serious voice. Malcolm just turned and looked at him.
"A real man." Malcolm alisema with a slight nod of his head. Almost undetectable to just anyone, but Wilson caught it.
Wilson took a close look at Malcolm's green eyes as the man looked over to the unconscious doctor with the infant on his battered chest. He saw the glazed over look and the quick darkening of his once light eyes as Malcolm saw Rachel snuggling even close to House's neck.
"You did this didn't you?" Malcolm quickly whipped his headed over to the Oncologist as the accusing swali rang out into the quiet room.
Before a word could pass through Malcolm's lips, however, Rachel's tired voice suddenly squeaked between the two men. "Shh," she whispered quite loudly, and looked at the men as sternly as a 2 mwaka old can, "Daddy and I is sleepin, shh." she repeated once again, as she laid back down on House's warm chest and huddled carefully into the nape of his neck.
"You sure wewe don't wanna come to my office with me, Rach," Malcolm asked quietly as he approached Rachel, thankful for the interruption.
She frowned at him and turned her face away from House to talk to the weird man, "No, I wan daddy. wewe no play like daddy." Rachel snuggled back into House's chest and closed her eyes, signalling the end of the conversation. She carefully clutched onto House securely to make sure that Malcolm couldn't try to take her away.
When Malcolm turned back to where Wilson was, he saw that the Oncologist had disappeared. He was a bit perturbed, but then he saw Cuddy coming back towards the room through the slits of the curtains. He quickly took a kiti, kiti cha kwa the kitanda and acted as though he was patriotically watching over her daughter.
"I think I'm going to go nyumbani for a little and grab some clothes. I'm going to take Rachel with me so she can get the toys she wants," Cuddy explained, as she gently picked up her daughter, who was pretending to be asleep.
"Oh alright, do wewe need a ride?" Malcolm asked nonchalantly, but his hopeful eyes betrayed him.
"No, I'm fine. I'm going to drive my car and then Wilson's gonna pick me up after he picks up House's clothes. The clothes he keeps over at the house are all dirty and I doubt House is the same size as me," Cuddy tried to joke weakly, with a smile that just didn't make it up to her eyes.
Cuddy carefully placed her hand on Rachels back, knowing the girl wasn't really asleep. She knew from experience how to tell if the sneaky girl was asleep au not. She traced House's features as she carefully lifted up Rachel off the kitanda and onto the floor. She leaned down, with slight tears in her eyes, and gave him a chaste kiss as she whispered, "I'll be back, OK? I upendo you."
Malcolm watched the interaction with deep hatred and jealousy in his eyes. Cuddy should and will be his. No matter what he has to do.
The thoughts slipped away as Cuddy turned back around and gave him a smile, albeit fake, while nodding her head slightly toward the door, indicating that she was ready to go.
"Oh, are wewe giving him your key?" Malcolm asked curiously, picking the conversation back up as he slid open the door for her, giving one last glare at the unconscious man on the bed.
"No, he has his own key, he kept it from when they were roommates." Cuddy told Malcolm as he walked her to the elevator.
"Roommates?" Malcolm asked in surprise and a bit of fear.
"Yeah," she smiled, "they're best friends." The elevator doors opened to her rescue, "Oh looks like I have to go. Thanks again for watching Rachel."
"No problem." he said, as he gave her a distracted smile as the elevator doors closed in between them.
~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~
Lisa sat in her living room distractedly running her fingers through Rachel's hair, who was fast asleep on her lap, as she waited for Wilson to come pick her up. She glanced over to the clock on her ukuta and saw that Wilson was supposed to arrive about 10 dakika ago. She reached over to the coffee meza, jedwali and picked up her phone, quickly calling him.
"Wilson," he answered after two rings.
"Wilson! Thank god. Where are you?"
"Sorry I had to do something at the hospital before I left and I had to stop and get gas," he responded tiredly as she heard him yawn over the phone. "The gas ran out right as I got to the apartment."
All she heard was footsteps and then a loud thump.
"Everything okay, Wilson?...Wilson?" Cuddy sat up straight. She heard a groan and whispered voices.
"James? Is everyth-" The line cut off abruptly and all she heard was the dial tone.
Her cellphone barely made a sound as it dropped to the carpet. The owner sitting shocked on her kitanda before she scrambled up with a sleeping Rachel and slammed her front door on the way out of her house.
~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~
She arrived at the gas station Wilson had told her before-she didn't want to think about it. Cuddy had ran about two red lights and nearly killed herself on the way there kwa breaking speed limits as if they never existed.
She saw Wilson's car parked across the street, right in front of his and House's old apartment, just as he said. She left Rachel in the car as she quickly looked around for any traces of Wilson.
She nearly fainted as she spotted a smashed phone on the ground. The phone was Wilson's. And undoubtedly the medium size blood splatter on the ground only a foot away from it was his also. She didn't need tests to know that.
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Jess: OOPS did I do that x3 hehe sorry I'm evil wewe all should know me kwa now :D
Lona: Ok, ok. I had alot to do with the Wilson part, but SHE STARTED IT! DON'T SHOOT!
Please share thy thoughts and opinions on the story! To upendo au to hate! (I prefer upendo ;) )
Jess: Hehehe I'm starting the inayofuata chapter evilly x3 hope wewe guys like it and sorry it took so long I was busy with school and stuff and Marafiki and OMG THERES A DANCE TOMORROW AND I HAVE AN AWESOME DRESS TOO EXCITED
Lona: I got Jess to finally work on it! :D This evil stuff was all her idea! DON'T SHOOT ME. It's all hers! She gets to go to a dance and crap, I get to have a hot, smoking, amazing, tarehe with...a book. Interpretation of Dreams kwa Sigmund Freud to be exact. I'm such a nerd -.-
ENJOY
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Cuddy pulled away from Malcolm and saw her friend Wilson standing at the door. "Are wewe okay?" he asked, look between the two doctors.
With a sniffle, she wiped her nose and stood up. "Yeah, I'm fine," she lied and looked over to her boyfriend and daughter. She felt the tears begin to well up once more, "I have to go," she rushed out of the room, not wanting to onyesha anymore weakness.
Wilson watched her go off with sympathy. He saw her breakdown earlier, held her, and she was trying so hard to be strong. He knew that if House saw her crying like that, his first instinct was to ridicule her, but he also knew that's exactly what she hoped would happen. He knew she wanted him to wake up and make fun of her because it meant that everything was back to normal. It meant House wasn't hurt and it meant they would be able to joke around with no worries of hurting the other.
He turned to look at the other doctor. Malcolm stood inayofuata to him, with his head turned watching his boss' hips sashay left and right as she hurried away. "Pretty hot, I'd tap that," Malcolm alisema out loud, "You're pretty lucky that you're close to her, ha-ha, better chance. Don't know how wewe stop yourself." He nudged Wilson with a wink.
Wilson raised his brow in disbelief. He turned back to see what Malcolm might have been looking at. "Oh wewe mean that nurse," he asked pointing to the woman in pink scrubs.
Malcolm laughed and slapped his back. "Good one man, talking 'bout Lisa,"
Wilson turned to Malcolm and try not to get too protective of his friends, "Oh, wewe mean if she wasn't with Dr. House?" Wilson smiled back.
"Does it really matter?" Malcolm asked, "With a guy, without a guy, she's still smokin'."
"Well wewe know that is her boyfriend in that kitanda right over there," Wilson held back his tongue.
"Well thanks, Sherlock." Malcolm rolled his eyes and looked over at House without any sign of sympathy. "I don't even get why she's with him," he alisema seriously, but not without jealousy lacing each word, "I heard he's a complete punda and she deserves a real man, not a gimp who can support her in every way."
"A man like you," Wilson inquired in an all serious voice. Malcolm just turned and looked at him.
"A real man." Malcolm alisema with a slight nod of his head. Almost undetectable to just anyone, but Wilson caught it.
Wilson took a close look at Malcolm's green eyes as the man looked over to the unconscious doctor with the infant on his battered chest. He saw the glazed over look and the quick darkening of his once light eyes as Malcolm saw Rachel snuggling even close to House's neck.
"You did this didn't you?" Malcolm quickly whipped his headed over to the Oncologist as the accusing swali rang out into the quiet room.
Before a word could pass through Malcolm's lips, however, Rachel's tired voice suddenly squeaked between the two men. "Shh," she whispered quite loudly, and looked at the men as sternly as a 2 mwaka old can, "Daddy and I is sleepin, shh." she repeated once again, as she laid back down on House's warm chest and huddled carefully into the nape of his neck.
"You sure wewe don't wanna come to my office with me, Rach," Malcolm asked quietly as he approached Rachel, thankful for the interruption.
She frowned at him and turned her face away from House to talk to the weird man, "No, I wan daddy. wewe no play like daddy." Rachel snuggled back into House's chest and closed her eyes, signalling the end of the conversation. She carefully clutched onto House securely to make sure that Malcolm couldn't try to take her away.
When Malcolm turned back to where Wilson was, he saw that the Oncologist had disappeared. He was a bit perturbed, but then he saw Cuddy coming back towards the room through the slits of the curtains. He quickly took a kiti, kiti cha kwa the kitanda and acted as though he was patriotically watching over her daughter.
"I think I'm going to go nyumbani for a little and grab some clothes. I'm going to take Rachel with me so she can get the toys she wants," Cuddy explained, as she gently picked up her daughter, who was pretending to be asleep.
"Oh alright, do wewe need a ride?" Malcolm asked nonchalantly, but his hopeful eyes betrayed him.
"No, I'm fine. I'm going to drive my car and then Wilson's gonna pick me up after he picks up House's clothes. The clothes he keeps over at the house are all dirty and I doubt House is the same size as me," Cuddy tried to joke weakly, with a smile that just didn't make it up to her eyes.
Cuddy carefully placed her hand on Rachels back, knowing the girl wasn't really asleep. She knew from experience how to tell if the sneaky girl was asleep au not. She traced House's features as she carefully lifted up Rachel off the kitanda and onto the floor. She leaned down, with slight tears in her eyes, and gave him a chaste kiss as she whispered, "I'll be back, OK? I upendo you."
Malcolm watched the interaction with deep hatred and jealousy in his eyes. Cuddy should and will be his. No matter what he has to do.
The thoughts slipped away as Cuddy turned back around and gave him a smile, albeit fake, while nodding her head slightly toward the door, indicating that she was ready to go.
"Oh, are wewe giving him your key?" Malcolm asked curiously, picking the conversation back up as he slid open the door for her, giving one last glare at the unconscious man on the bed.
"No, he has his own key, he kept it from when they were roommates." Cuddy told Malcolm as he walked her to the elevator.
"Roommates?" Malcolm asked in surprise and a bit of fear.
"Yeah," she smiled, "they're best friends." The elevator doors opened to her rescue, "Oh looks like I have to go. Thanks again for watching Rachel."
"No problem." he said, as he gave her a distracted smile as the elevator doors closed in between them.
~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~
Lisa sat in her living room distractedly running her fingers through Rachel's hair, who was fast asleep on her lap, as she waited for Wilson to come pick her up. She glanced over to the clock on her ukuta and saw that Wilson was supposed to arrive about 10 dakika ago. She reached over to the coffee meza, jedwali and picked up her phone, quickly calling him.
"Wilson," he answered after two rings.
"Wilson! Thank god. Where are you?"
"Sorry I had to do something at the hospital before I left and I had to stop and get gas," he responded tiredly as she heard him yawn over the phone. "The gas ran out right as I got to the apartment."
All she heard was footsteps and then a loud thump.
"Everything okay, Wilson?...Wilson?" Cuddy sat up straight. She heard a groan and whispered voices.
"James? Is everyth-" The line cut off abruptly and all she heard was the dial tone.
Her cellphone barely made a sound as it dropped to the carpet. The owner sitting shocked on her kitanda before she scrambled up with a sleeping Rachel and slammed her front door on the way out of her house.
~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~
She arrived at the gas station Wilson had told her before-she didn't want to think about it. Cuddy had ran about two red lights and nearly killed herself on the way there kwa breaking speed limits as if they never existed.
She saw Wilson's car parked across the street, right in front of his and House's old apartment, just as he said. She left Rachel in the car as she quickly looked around for any traces of Wilson.
She nearly fainted as she spotted a smashed phone on the ground. The phone was Wilson's. And undoubtedly the medium size blood splatter on the ground only a foot away from it was his also. She didn't need tests to know that.
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Jess: OOPS did I do that x3 hehe sorry I'm evil wewe all should know me kwa now :D
Lona: Ok, ok. I had alot to do with the Wilson part, but SHE STARTED IT! DON'T SHOOT!
Please share thy thoughts and opinions on the story! To upendo au to hate! (I prefer upendo ;) )
