Sorry if this has been added already. I really enjoyed this one because it they are so in character . Enjoy :-)
"She peed on me."
"I know."
"Twice."
"I know."
"You so owe me."
"I know."
"I knew this was a mistake from the moment wewe asked me."
"And yet wewe still did it."
"When one of my Marafiki asks for help with a long overdue parasite extermination problem, I feel obligated to oblige."
"Her name is Rachel, and she's not a parasite. And I didn't ask wewe to exterminate her, I asked wewe to babysit."
"Which I did."
"Hardly well."
"As least I wasn't out selling myself for money. How much do wewe really want that new lab in pathology?"
"I wasn't selling myself."
"Date night push up bra? Neckline so low I could see your bellybutton? Sorry, but that's selling yourself."
"Maybe I wouldn't have had to sell myself if wewe hadn't ruined the original interview. Planting your underwear on the guest chair is just spiteful."
"Speaking of spite - and words that rhyme with it - your parasite has quite a set of teeth on her."
"I told her to use them," Cuddy grinned.
"You also told her to throw your underwear out the window?"
"We both know that was you."
"Hmm... wewe have no proof. Let's keep talking about your little Picasso."
"Oh, wewe mean the ukuta drawings? Hmm, something tells me a three mwaka old can't draw diagrams like that au spell the word squish mitten."
"She's advanced," House shrugged. "What can I say, the gene pool gave wewe a bone."
"I'm going to give a bone if wewe don't watch out," she threatened.
"Trust me, wewe gave me one already... Which brings us nicely back to those favours wewe owe me."
"What did wewe have in mind?" She alisema seductively.
"Something involving whipped cream and tongue depressors, maybe? I'll have to think on it."
"While wewe do that, I'm going to make sure my child isn't traumatised."
"Don't be dramatic," he chided. "She's fine."
"You threw her favourite dolls out the window."
"She wouldn't go to bed," he justified.
"So wewe decided on toy town massacre?"
"She had a tantrum," he shrugged.
"You have tantrums all the time, and wewe don't see me throwing your cane, Vicodin and ball-y off the first floor balcony."
"That's 'cause you're weak. As proven last night, I'd be an excellent father."
"Says the man who told a child that the boogeyman would be coming to get her for sure, because she was stinking out the place with her dirty kid-germs?"
"Instilling fear and discipline at a young age is essential if wewe want to have any semblance of control over her later in life."
"I'm going to instil fear into wewe right now," she took a step toward him.
"You couldn't instil fear in a kitten, Cuddles," he took his own step closer. "Which is why you'll need me to help in the following years."
"I'm not ever asking wewe for help ever again!" She vowed.
"Do wewe want to punish me?"
"Yes."
"Do wewe want to spank me, doctor?"
"Do wewe want me to spank you?"
"Oh yes," he whispered, his lips almost on hers.
And then, predictively, Wilson opened the door. He furrowed his eyebrows when he saw the two of them near-kissing. "What are wewe two doing?"
"Talking." House answered, pulling back and retrieving his cane from it's leaning post. Cuddy just looked flustered.
"Talking about what?" Wilson asked.
"Pest control." House answered, then ducked out of the room.
"She peed on me."
"I know."
"Twice."
"I know."
"You so owe me."
"I know."
"I knew this was a mistake from the moment wewe asked me."
"And yet wewe still did it."
"When one of my Marafiki asks for help with a long overdue parasite extermination problem, I feel obligated to oblige."
"Her name is Rachel, and she's not a parasite. And I didn't ask wewe to exterminate her, I asked wewe to babysit."
"Which I did."
"Hardly well."
"As least I wasn't out selling myself for money. How much do wewe really want that new lab in pathology?"
"I wasn't selling myself."
"Date night push up bra? Neckline so low I could see your bellybutton? Sorry, but that's selling yourself."
"Maybe I wouldn't have had to sell myself if wewe hadn't ruined the original interview. Planting your underwear on the guest chair is just spiteful."
"Speaking of spite - and words that rhyme with it - your parasite has quite a set of teeth on her."
"I told her to use them," Cuddy grinned.
"You also told her to throw your underwear out the window?"
"We both know that was you."
"Hmm... wewe have no proof. Let's keep talking about your little Picasso."
"Oh, wewe mean the ukuta drawings? Hmm, something tells me a three mwaka old can't draw diagrams like that au spell the word squish mitten."
"She's advanced," House shrugged. "What can I say, the gene pool gave wewe a bone."
"I'm going to give a bone if wewe don't watch out," she threatened.
"Trust me, wewe gave me one already... Which brings us nicely back to those favours wewe owe me."
"What did wewe have in mind?" She alisema seductively.
"Something involving whipped cream and tongue depressors, maybe? I'll have to think on it."
"While wewe do that, I'm going to make sure my child isn't traumatised."
"Don't be dramatic," he chided. "She's fine."
"You threw her favourite dolls out the window."
"She wouldn't go to bed," he justified.
"So wewe decided on toy town massacre?"
"She had a tantrum," he shrugged.
"You have tantrums all the time, and wewe don't see me throwing your cane, Vicodin and ball-y off the first floor balcony."
"That's 'cause you're weak. As proven last night, I'd be an excellent father."
"Says the man who told a child that the boogeyman would be coming to get her for sure, because she was stinking out the place with her dirty kid-germs?"
"Instilling fear and discipline at a young age is essential if wewe want to have any semblance of control over her later in life."
"I'm going to instil fear into wewe right now," she took a step toward him.
"You couldn't instil fear in a kitten, Cuddles," he took his own step closer. "Which is why you'll need me to help in the following years."
"I'm not ever asking wewe for help ever again!" She vowed.
"Do wewe want to punish me?"
"Yes."
"Do wewe want to spank me, doctor?"
"Do wewe want me to spank you?"
"Oh yes," he whispered, his lips almost on hers.
And then, predictively, Wilson opened the door. He furrowed his eyebrows when he saw the two of them near-kissing. "What are wewe two doing?"
"Talking." House answered, pulling back and retrieving his cane from it's leaning post. Cuddy just looked flustered.
"Talking about what?" Wilson asked.
"Pest control." House answered, then ducked out of the room.
She actually had the emo picture as part of it too.
Hope wewe like it!!!!
Love can bring us together
And it can also tear us apart
To make sure that wewe stay with me
I'm literally giving wewe my heart.
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