Now Cuddy is in his appartment!

Cuddy:" Hey!"
House got up the sofa.
House:" What the hell?!"
Cuddy:"How are you?", she answered with a question.
House growled, stood up, and then shook with pain as his leg hit the ground. He grasped his leg and pressed his teeth together, while groaring. Cuddy noticed the scar on his leg and was surprised that it had already healed so well. He humped into his bedroom, pulled on a pair of jeans, and humped back intothe livingroom. He looked at Cuddy and forcefully asked:"What the hell are tu doing here?" "That´s not the answer to my question, House.", she dicho quietly.
House:"OH shut up bitch! It´s my flat, my questions, your answers."
Cuddy:"Wilson dicho that tu could use a job.", she explained and ignored his cheeky appearance.
House stood right in front of her with a determined face.
House:"Like I said, my flat, my quetions, your answers.", his voice sounded frustrated and sarcastic.
Cuddy:"PPHL needs Doctors of your qualifications. Interested?"
House took another step towards her, so that there was only a few centimeters distance, and grinned evily. Cuddy looked into his blue eyes, and could see his sadness and pain.
House:" aspiradora, hoover hates me, everyone hates me. That´s the price i´ve had to pay for being a genious."
Cuddy:" aspiradora, hoover doesn´t make the decisions anymore. I do."
House gave her a dirty look and laughed.
House:" They let tu have the pissing job?", he laughed sarcastically, "Poor little thing."
Cuddy felt provoked and fascinated at the same time.
Cuddy:"And?", she tried to be dominant, almost stubborn, "Interested?"
He looked deep into her eyes and could feel the uncertainty that she was trying to hide. His eyes were icecold. She stood still and straight stared back at him. After a long awkward moment she looked away and turned toward the door. "Man! He´s a stubborn ass. And Wilson is a....", she thought. Cuddy turned back around and he was still staring at her. "Tomorrow at 8:00 in my office.", she dicho raising an eyebrow provocativly. As she got in her car, a small smile was playing on her lips.
House stared out of the window and watch as she drove off. He smiled. But this time there was no pain in it. It actually felt like a gift from heaven. For the first time he forgot his leg, Stacy, Vicodin and other problems.

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siguiente day.

House didn´t sleep well that night. He finally gave up and got out of bed, drank the last drop from the Whisky and went into the bathroom. He starred at himself in the mirror, plugged in the raser and then stopped. "Why am i doing this?", he thought, "She´s not worth it. She wants me? Ok! Then she´ll get me, but this time i´m in charge.", he grinned wickedly. He put on his jeans, a black metallica t-shirt and a white shirt. He rolled up the sleeves and sat down to put on his brown Sneakers. With the doorhandle under his grap he stopped abruptly. He picked up the phone and called Wilson.

Wilson:"Hello?"
House:" hola Buddy, it´s me."
Wilson:" House!", he was surprised, "Are tu alright?"
House:" Ummm.......I have a lot of pain in my leg."
Wilson:" Was Cuddy there?"
House:" Yes, she was."
Wilson:" And? What did she want?"
House:" There are times i´m not sure which kind of asshole tu are?"
Wilson:" So what? Did she offer tu a job?"
House:" Maybe. But first she already had to mostrar me a private dancer."
Wilson:" Idiot!"
House:" I need a house-call, pain is to big. Tell her. And tell her......just say Greg is waiting, would you?"
Wilson wasn´t too worried. He saw that it was finally a chance for House to get a good job.
Wilson:" Ok, call tu back.", he dicho and hung up the phone. As did House, he sat down on the sofa with a look of triumph on his face.



.......to be continued!