Cuddy was busy taking the meatloaf out of the tanuri, joko when she heard the ever familar thudding of a cane against her front door. Sighing to herself she walked to the door.
"You are early," she alisema with a scowl.
"You sound disappointed. Usually you're complaining because I'm late," he alisema walking into her living room and sitting in her recliner.
"I still have to make a vegetable and the mchele has another ten minutes..."
"Wow. wewe really put alot into a chajio, chakula cha jioni wewe were blackmailed into having. Interesting."
"Well, I might as well make the best of an annoying situation. I wanted zaidi than take out tonight," she alisema as she went back into the kitchen. House slowly followed after her.
"What did wewe tell private dick?"
"I told him I was having chajio, chakula cha jioni with a friend tonight," she alisema pouring herself a glass of ginger ale. She then pulled out a glass for him.
"Not a complete lie, but not a complete truth. Isn't it a little early to be lying to him?" he alisema as he took his glass of soda from her.
"Let's watch t.v. for a while," she alisema with a roll of her eyes.
"Purposely deflecting my question. Interesting."
"I'm not deflecting I just don't think my relationship is your business. Just as your encounters with ladies of the night are none of my business," she alisema with a smirk as she flipped the t.v. on to an old episode of Will and Grace.
"This is what wewe turn it to? wewe have to be kidding me," he alisema leaning into the kitanda cushions.
"Oh, wewe don't like? All the zaidi reason to watch then."
"A lonely Jewish girl in a codependent relationship with a gay man who she used to be madly in upendo with, yeah why wouldn't I want to watch that. I'm sensing wewe like it because it mirrors one of your past boy toys. He was a little too caring, sympathetic, and interested in your hopes and dreams. wewe loved it until wewe found him in kitanda with your hairdresser, Miguel."
"You wish my life was that easy to figure out. After all these years wewe still see me as an enigma," she alisema with a triumphant smile.
"I have all the important parts of the puzzle that I need to tie in the rest."
"Oh, really? Do tell," she alisema leaning into the pillows.
"You upendo what wewe do but wewe still wish wewe were in the trenches figuring out the medical mysteries that I come across every week. wewe want people to look at wewe as a formidable opponent and a woman of great esteem, but wewe are much zaidi fragile than you'll ever let on. wewe want to believe that you'll get the whole package one day, husband, kids, and hold on to your career with ease, but as wewe approach middle age wewe know the great dream will continue to allude you. wewe overcompensate with tight skirts and obscenely low cut tops that my 'ladies of the night,' would envy wewe for. wewe pretend that wewe have everything under control, which wewe don't because if wewe did then I wouldn't be sitting here with my feet propped on your coffee meza, jedwali awaiting a nyumbani cooked meal."
She watched him lounge with ease as he drank his soda. She could see his eyes smiling with that certain arrogance she had grown accustomed to. He was very pleased with himself.
"Bravo! I wonder how many times wewe rehearsed that little speech? wewe are way too obsessed with me and my life. This breadth of detail doesn't onyesha insight into me instead it reveals how wewe can't stop thinking of me," she alisema with her own arrogant grin.
"Oh, here we go. I'm head over heels in upendo with wewe and that is why I notice all your annoying habits, flaws, and ujumla, jumla motivations. I can't just be an analytical genius that likes to screw with people and my boss being the number one person on that list."
"Exactly."
He rolled his eyes at her quick response. He then watched as she started back into the kitchen. He saw her take out some frozen peas and place them in a pot of water.
"I hate peas," he alisema with a groan.
"I like them," she yelled over her shoulder.
"Next time make corn."
"There's not going to be a inayofuata time."
"So wewe say."
"So I know."
He continued to watch her from the corner of his eye as she stirred the rice.
"Is it nearly ready?"
"A few zaidi minutes," she alisema as she made her way back to the sofa.
"Want to play truth au dare?" he alisema with a wink.
"No way. inayofuata you'll be talking about strip poker. Just watch the t.v." she alisema as she was about to grab the remote but he took it before she had a chance.
"General Hospital is about to come on Soap Net."
"House! Give me my remote!" she alisema reaching for it.
"You got to watch your little sitcom now it's my turn."
"No turns. My house. My remote. My choice of shows to watch," she yelled as she reached further across him to get the remote. He hid the remote under his kitanda cushion.
"Now get it."
"Uggh. wewe are such a teenage boy sometimes."
"I know wewe like my antics. wewe wouldn't have played prank war with me a few months zamani if wewe didn't."
Smiling she shook her head.
"Sometimes it's fun. But I mostly want to strangle wewe when wewe do some of your little stunts."
"Please. Without my little stunts your life would be a complete bore."
"But less stressful and much easier."
"Easy. Nothing of worth in this life is ever meant to be easy. That's why you're settling isn't it?"
"God, I'm not talking about Paul."
"Look, he's good at what he does. I'll give him that. He's was good company when Wilson wasn't around but he's too simple and manageable for wewe to actually want a long term relationsip with."
"He's not simple. He wanted to be a writer and the dream never materialized. He became a private eye because he still wanted to understand people better. He's learned how important it is to forgive and not to expect perfection. He's..."
"An idiot."
"Why? Why do wewe think that?"
"Because he thinks that believing in less makes him wise. Believing in nothing would be wiser."
"It's good to have faith in people, House."
"But this isn't about faith. He wants to tell wewe what wewe want to hear so that wewe overlook his boring personality. Honestly, do wewe look at him and see your future husband?"
"It's too early for that kind of talk. We've only been dating a short while."
"Bullshit answer."
"Whatever."
"That's your retort."
"Just watch your damn soap opera," she alisema as she stalked back into the kitchen. She began setting the table. House began watching her again.
"Wilson thinks I miss your cooking," he yelled from the sofa. He saw the tension release from her shoulders as she put the plates down. He noticed a slight smile form on her face.
"You've improved since college."
"Is that a compliment I hear?"
"Is chajio, chakula cha jioni finally ready," he asked evading her question.
"Yes."
He walked into the jikoni and sat at the one end of the meza, jedwali as she sat at the other.
"I mean anything is an improvement on burnt lasagena and undercooked sausage," he alisema as he took a bite of meatloaf.
"I never made lasagena before. I was learning. Anyway, wewe still have no idea how to cook anything. Mr. PB and J is a balanced meal."
"I like supu too."
"I rest my case."
"So, what do wewe cook private dick?"
"No."
"Not a yes au no question."
"No zaidi prying into my relationship. I've already aliyopewa too much away."
"Are wewe gonna offer me any liquor? I mean the soda was great but I am a big boy now, Mommy."
"I've got some rum."
"Not my inayopendelewa but it will do."
Cuddy got up and went to the cabinet pulling out a bottle of Puerto Rican Rum. She poured him a glass and then decided to pour herself one.
"Here," she alisema handing him the glass.
"Good. You're gonna jiunge me," he alisema noticing her glass.
"I could use a drink after all this annoying conversation."
"We should make out," he alisema abruptly as he watched her finish her drink in one gulp.
"Only in your dreams, House."
"I'm being completely serious with you. We need to see once and for all if there's a spark."
"No we don't."
"You don't want to kiss me?"
"I don't even want to talk about this any more," she alisema as she ate some of her rice.
"I want to kiss you."
She looked up to see him watching her very intently. She searched his eyes for any hint of a joke but found none. He was sincere.
"Stop."
He got up and slowly walked toward her and stood beside her chair.
"Stop? You'll have to be specific. Stop talking. Stop looking at you. Stop..."
"Don't even think about it,"she alisema standing up inayofuata to him.
"Think about what? This?"
Before she could respond he placed a soft kiss against her lips. She responded slowly, surprised kwa his action.
He pulled slowly from her watching her eyes. She was deifnitely surprised. For all his innuendo and empty challenges he finally kissed her. She never thought he would ever actually do it.
"There was a spark," he alisema as he looked down at his hands. He suddenly felt very exposed.
"House, I..."
His beeper started to go off at that moment.
"Damn," he alisema as he read the message.
"You have to go."
"Patient is in cardiac arrest. The drugs aren't working. We missed something..."
He looked at her feeling as if it was the first time he ever saw her. The blush to her cheeks was all his doing. She was just as nervous and vulnerable as he was.
"You better go."
"Yeah."
He started for the door when she yelled at him,
"I'll save wewe some left overs. I know you'll be hunrgy once wewe solve the case."
"If I solve it."
She smiled that knowing smile of hers.
"You will."
"You are early," she alisema with a scowl.
"You sound disappointed. Usually you're complaining because I'm late," he alisema walking into her living room and sitting in her recliner.
"I still have to make a vegetable and the mchele has another ten minutes..."
"Wow. wewe really put alot into a chajio, chakula cha jioni wewe were blackmailed into having. Interesting."
"Well, I might as well make the best of an annoying situation. I wanted zaidi than take out tonight," she alisema as she went back into the kitchen. House slowly followed after her.
"What did wewe tell private dick?"
"I told him I was having chajio, chakula cha jioni with a friend tonight," she alisema pouring herself a glass of ginger ale. She then pulled out a glass for him.
"Not a complete lie, but not a complete truth. Isn't it a little early to be lying to him?" he alisema as he took his glass of soda from her.
"Let's watch t.v. for a while," she alisema with a roll of her eyes.
"Purposely deflecting my question. Interesting."
"I'm not deflecting I just don't think my relationship is your business. Just as your encounters with ladies of the night are none of my business," she alisema with a smirk as she flipped the t.v. on to an old episode of Will and Grace.
"This is what wewe turn it to? wewe have to be kidding me," he alisema leaning into the kitanda cushions.
"Oh, wewe don't like? All the zaidi reason to watch then."
"A lonely Jewish girl in a codependent relationship with a gay man who she used to be madly in upendo with, yeah why wouldn't I want to watch that. I'm sensing wewe like it because it mirrors one of your past boy toys. He was a little too caring, sympathetic, and interested in your hopes and dreams. wewe loved it until wewe found him in kitanda with your hairdresser, Miguel."
"You wish my life was that easy to figure out. After all these years wewe still see me as an enigma," she alisema with a triumphant smile.
"I have all the important parts of the puzzle that I need to tie in the rest."
"Oh, really? Do tell," she alisema leaning into the pillows.
"You upendo what wewe do but wewe still wish wewe were in the trenches figuring out the medical mysteries that I come across every week. wewe want people to look at wewe as a formidable opponent and a woman of great esteem, but wewe are much zaidi fragile than you'll ever let on. wewe want to believe that you'll get the whole package one day, husband, kids, and hold on to your career with ease, but as wewe approach middle age wewe know the great dream will continue to allude you. wewe overcompensate with tight skirts and obscenely low cut tops that my 'ladies of the night,' would envy wewe for. wewe pretend that wewe have everything under control, which wewe don't because if wewe did then I wouldn't be sitting here with my feet propped on your coffee meza, jedwali awaiting a nyumbani cooked meal."
She watched him lounge with ease as he drank his soda. She could see his eyes smiling with that certain arrogance she had grown accustomed to. He was very pleased with himself.
"Bravo! I wonder how many times wewe rehearsed that little speech? wewe are way too obsessed with me and my life. This breadth of detail doesn't onyesha insight into me instead it reveals how wewe can't stop thinking of me," she alisema with her own arrogant grin.
"Oh, here we go. I'm head over heels in upendo with wewe and that is why I notice all your annoying habits, flaws, and ujumla, jumla motivations. I can't just be an analytical genius that likes to screw with people and my boss being the number one person on that list."
"Exactly."
He rolled his eyes at her quick response. He then watched as she started back into the kitchen. He saw her take out some frozen peas and place them in a pot of water.
"I hate peas," he alisema with a groan.
"I like them," she yelled over her shoulder.
"Next time make corn."
"There's not going to be a inayofuata time."
"So wewe say."
"So I know."
He continued to watch her from the corner of his eye as she stirred the rice.
"Is it nearly ready?"
"A few zaidi minutes," she alisema as she made her way back to the sofa.
"Want to play truth au dare?" he alisema with a wink.
"No way. inayofuata you'll be talking about strip poker. Just watch the t.v." she alisema as she was about to grab the remote but he took it before she had a chance.
"General Hospital is about to come on Soap Net."
"House! Give me my remote!" she alisema reaching for it.
"You got to watch your little sitcom now it's my turn."
"No turns. My house. My remote. My choice of shows to watch," she yelled as she reached further across him to get the remote. He hid the remote under his kitanda cushion.
"Now get it."
"Uggh. wewe are such a teenage boy sometimes."
"I know wewe like my antics. wewe wouldn't have played prank war with me a few months zamani if wewe didn't."
Smiling she shook her head.
"Sometimes it's fun. But I mostly want to strangle wewe when wewe do some of your little stunts."
"Please. Without my little stunts your life would be a complete bore."
"But less stressful and much easier."
"Easy. Nothing of worth in this life is ever meant to be easy. That's why you're settling isn't it?"
"God, I'm not talking about Paul."
"Look, he's good at what he does. I'll give him that. He's was good company when Wilson wasn't around but he's too simple and manageable for wewe to actually want a long term relationsip with."
"He's not simple. He wanted to be a writer and the dream never materialized. He became a private eye because he still wanted to understand people better. He's learned how important it is to forgive and not to expect perfection. He's..."
"An idiot."
"Why? Why do wewe think that?"
"Because he thinks that believing in less makes him wise. Believing in nothing would be wiser."
"It's good to have faith in people, House."
"But this isn't about faith. He wants to tell wewe what wewe want to hear so that wewe overlook his boring personality. Honestly, do wewe look at him and see your future husband?"
"It's too early for that kind of talk. We've only been dating a short while."
"Bullshit answer."
"Whatever."
"That's your retort."
"Just watch your damn soap opera," she alisema as she stalked back into the kitchen. She began setting the table. House began watching her again.
"Wilson thinks I miss your cooking," he yelled from the sofa. He saw the tension release from her shoulders as she put the plates down. He noticed a slight smile form on her face.
"You've improved since college."
"Is that a compliment I hear?"
"Is chajio, chakula cha jioni finally ready," he asked evading her question.
"Yes."
He walked into the jikoni and sat at the one end of the meza, jedwali as she sat at the other.
"I mean anything is an improvement on burnt lasagena and undercooked sausage," he alisema as he took a bite of meatloaf.
"I never made lasagena before. I was learning. Anyway, wewe still have no idea how to cook anything. Mr. PB and J is a balanced meal."
"I like supu too."
"I rest my case."
"So, what do wewe cook private dick?"
"No."
"Not a yes au no question."
"No zaidi prying into my relationship. I've already aliyopewa too much away."
"Are wewe gonna offer me any liquor? I mean the soda was great but I am a big boy now, Mommy."
"I've got some rum."
"Not my inayopendelewa but it will do."
Cuddy got up and went to the cabinet pulling out a bottle of Puerto Rican Rum. She poured him a glass and then decided to pour herself one.
"Here," she alisema handing him the glass.
"Good. You're gonna jiunge me," he alisema noticing her glass.
"I could use a drink after all this annoying conversation."
"We should make out," he alisema abruptly as he watched her finish her drink in one gulp.
"Only in your dreams, House."
"I'm being completely serious with you. We need to see once and for all if there's a spark."
"No we don't."
"You don't want to kiss me?"
"I don't even want to talk about this any more," she alisema as she ate some of her rice.
"I want to kiss you."
She looked up to see him watching her very intently. She searched his eyes for any hint of a joke but found none. He was sincere.
"Stop."
He got up and slowly walked toward her and stood beside her chair.
"Stop? You'll have to be specific. Stop talking. Stop looking at you. Stop..."
"Don't even think about it,"she alisema standing up inayofuata to him.
"Think about what? This?"
Before she could respond he placed a soft kiss against her lips. She responded slowly, surprised kwa his action.
He pulled slowly from her watching her eyes. She was deifnitely surprised. For all his innuendo and empty challenges he finally kissed her. She never thought he would ever actually do it.
"There was a spark," he alisema as he looked down at his hands. He suddenly felt very exposed.
"House, I..."
His beeper started to go off at that moment.
"Damn," he alisema as he read the message.
"You have to go."
"Patient is in cardiac arrest. The drugs aren't working. We missed something..."
He looked at her feeling as if it was the first time he ever saw her. The blush to her cheeks was all his doing. She was just as nervous and vulnerable as he was.
"You better go."
"Yeah."
He started for the door when she yelled at him,
"I'll save wewe some left overs. I know you'll be hunrgy once wewe solve the case."
"If I solve it."
She smiled that knowing smile of hers.
"You will."
I'll tell wewe a little bit about myself first. No offense to hamerons, but i have always been a outright HUDDY fan.So I am obviously bouncing off the walls. When this seaseon starts, I feel like everyone has kind of abandoned House. I mean I get the whole pain in the a$$ thing but still. Wilson is the one that fixes everthing and for him to basically laugh at him when he apologizes is cruel. THe bright light at the end of the tunnel is Cuddy is going to do whatever it takes to make House happy above anyone else.
SO GO CUDDY!
SO GO CUDDY!