Alright, I más than alluded to another character just a little bit but I couldn't help it - it's Cuddy after all!
Anyway, enjoy! =D
People don’t change.
Cuddy remembered those very words being spoken por House and always doubted it, rolling her eyes and dismissing it when he spoke them. But now she realised his tone of voice, his expression when he had dicho it. He was deadly serious with not even a hint of derision in neither speech nor actions.
She furrowed her brow as she was sat at her desk, absentmindedly twiddling a pen around with her fingers. She couldn’t recall why those three words were playing in her mind now, but they were; they were almost dancing, taunting her with their uncalled for presence, seemingly never to disappear from her mind.
She desperately needed some air.
Why?!
She thought to herself as she stood on the roof of her hospital.
Why do I think there’s something más to these words?
She was pacing now, as if she were in another board meeting trying to buy her way out of losing the best doctor the hospital has.
Great. I’m talking to myself AND I’m wondering about in his hideout!
She hurried back down to her office, trying to regain a sense of normalcy.
Normal!
She scoffed. Nothing in this hospital was ever normal; not with House around at least.
Cuddy now started pacing around her office, earning a small audience, an amused House among them, making yet más jokes about the size of her culo and her not-very-hospital-administrator-type choice of attire.
When she realised people were watching, she shot them a look and they all dispersed back to doing their jobs. All except for House. She muttered some curse words under her breath at the sight of him and hastily closed her blinds and locked her door.
She tried and tried to figure this out; why those words were playing in her mind now. She just couldn’t understand. She was sure she changed at least somewhat since her college days. She’s más decisive; she wouldn’t be Dean if she weren’t. She works harder; although she doesn’t have much choice in that matter. She’s much better at multitasking now than she was before; it comes with the job.
When she considered these things, she realised that she hadn’t really changed at all. No changes beyond the comparative. Was this the reason those words wouldn’t leave her be? So she can realise this? o had she just let him get to her again? Did she want to prove him wrong?
Oh hell, she didn’t know.
She just knew one thing, although she would never admit it.
People don’t change.
Anyway, enjoy! =D
People don’t change.
Cuddy remembered those very words being spoken por House and always doubted it, rolling her eyes and dismissing it when he spoke them. But now she realised his tone of voice, his expression when he had dicho it. He was deadly serious with not even a hint of derision in neither speech nor actions.
She furrowed her brow as she was sat at her desk, absentmindedly twiddling a pen around with her fingers. She couldn’t recall why those three words were playing in her mind now, but they were; they were almost dancing, taunting her with their uncalled for presence, seemingly never to disappear from her mind.
She desperately needed some air.
Why?!
She thought to herself as she stood on the roof of her hospital.
Why do I think there’s something más to these words?
She was pacing now, as if she were in another board meeting trying to buy her way out of losing the best doctor the hospital has.
Great. I’m talking to myself AND I’m wondering about in his hideout!
She hurried back down to her office, trying to regain a sense of normalcy.
Normal!
She scoffed. Nothing in this hospital was ever normal; not with House around at least.
Cuddy now started pacing around her office, earning a small audience, an amused House among them, making yet más jokes about the size of her culo and her not-very-hospital-administrator-type choice of attire.
When she realised people were watching, she shot them a look and they all dispersed back to doing their jobs. All except for House. She muttered some curse words under her breath at the sight of him and hastily closed her blinds and locked her door.
She tried and tried to figure this out; why those words were playing in her mind now. She just couldn’t understand. She was sure she changed at least somewhat since her college days. She’s más decisive; she wouldn’t be Dean if she weren’t. She works harder; although she doesn’t have much choice in that matter. She’s much better at multitasking now than she was before; it comes with the job.
When she considered these things, she realised that she hadn’t really changed at all. No changes beyond the comparative. Was this the reason those words wouldn’t leave her be? So she can realise this? o had she just let him get to her again? Did she want to prove him wrong?
Oh hell, she didn’t know.
She just knew one thing, although she would never admit it.
People don’t change.
