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cuddys_house2008-05-19 02:00 pm
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Friday, October 6, early evening
Wilson had been patient. He'd been biding his time, giving House a chance to pull his head out of his ass and do the right thing. It hadn't been easy. Wilson had been treading a fine line between appearing to be minding his own business and keeping tabs on House and Cuddy. And it wasn't nearly as easy as it looked. Cuddy avoided him when she could and was maddeningly vague when she couldn't. And House...he was being typically obtuse, pretending he didn't understand Wilson's subtle probing or responding to questions with non-sequitors.
The real difficulty is that there weren't many tabs to be kept. As far as Wilson could tell, House and Cuddy had very few interactions, certainly none that weren't strictly work related. As far as outside of work...as the impasse stretched into the second week Wilson had even taken to driving by House's apartment just to see if he was home. He always was which meant he wasn't spending his evenings with Cuddy.
He finally couldn't take it anymore. He decided to talk to Cuddy. She was as private and stubborn as House, but she wasn't as good at lying. He figured he had a better chance of getting a clue from her than he did from House. That, too, was easier said than done. He'd caught her once, in clinic, and her eyes had teared up before she'd escaped to the safety of her office. More determined than ever, Wilson made sure he 'accidently' ran into her in the parking lot after work. He was almost sorry he had.
So there Wilson was, not twenty minutes later, pulling into a parking space in front of House's apartment. According to a clearly distraught Cuddy, waiting had turned out to be a bad idea. House had told her he was done--with her, with the baby. Finished. Finito. And Wilson was nearly beside himself. He knew House was a jerk. He knew House rejected relationships, but Wilson had thought his friend might actually try acting like a human being this time. He was angry at House for climbing back into his solitary hole.
And he was angry because House had made him look bad. After all, it was Wilson who'd told Cuddy to wait for House to be ready. The fact that House had used that time to cut his ties to Cuddy made it look like Wilson was giving bad advice. Well, Wilson intended to find out what game House thought he was playing and hopefully knock a little sense into him while he was at it.
He got out of the car and locked the door behind him. As he entered the building and approached House's door, Wilson was about as agitated and pissed off as he could remember feeling in a while. It wasn't an unusual feeling when dealing with House but Wilson didn't like it. He wanted some answers.
He lifted his fist and banged loudly on the door.
The real difficulty is that there weren't many tabs to be kept. As far as Wilson could tell, House and Cuddy had very few interactions, certainly none that weren't strictly work related. As far as outside of work...as the impasse stretched into the second week Wilson had even taken to driving by House's apartment just to see if he was home. He always was which meant he wasn't spending his evenings with Cuddy.
He finally couldn't take it anymore. He decided to talk to Cuddy. She was as private and stubborn as House, but she wasn't as good at lying. He figured he had a better chance of getting a clue from her than he did from House. That, too, was easier said than done. He'd caught her once, in clinic, and her eyes had teared up before she'd escaped to the safety of her office. More determined than ever, Wilson made sure he 'accidently' ran into her in the parking lot after work. He was almost sorry he had.
So there Wilson was, not twenty minutes later, pulling into a parking space in front of House's apartment. According to a clearly distraught Cuddy, waiting had turned out to be a bad idea. House had told her he was done--with her, with the baby. Finished. Finito. And Wilson was nearly beside himself. He knew House was a jerk. He knew House rejected relationships, but Wilson had thought his friend might actually try acting like a human being this time. He was angry at House for climbing back into his solitary hole.
And he was angry because House had made him look bad. After all, it was Wilson who'd told Cuddy to wait for House to be ready. The fact that House had used that time to cut his ties to Cuddy made it look like Wilson was giving bad advice. Well, Wilson intended to find out what game House thought he was playing and hopefully knock a little sense into him while he was at it.
He got out of the car and locked the door behind him. As he entered the building and approached House's door, Wilson was about as agitated and pissed off as he could remember feeling in a while. It wasn't an unusual feeling when dealing with House but Wilson didn't like it. He wanted some answers.
He lifted his fist and banged loudly on the door.