Creative Spark discussion

'Yes, Mistress?' House asked, having just arrived at her office. He limped forwards, looking at what she was reading through.
Oh. Those. This would be a long visit.
He popped two Vicodin and sat down on her couch, putting his feet up on the small table in front of it. He set his cane against his legs as he watched her, smirking.

'I do realize I'm probably not going to do them.' He replied, putting his hands behind his head. After a few seconds, he added, 'I'll be too busy staring at your funbags, since they're basically throwing themselves at me.'

'Depends if you're counting from the time your hired me, or from the night we did it in college.' House said, pretending to look thoughtful. 'But since you basically forgot me after college, I guess you mean from the time you hired me. Fair enough.' After a few seconds, he smirked and added, 'Gregory House, pissing Cuddy off for the past 5 years. (ooc: I assume we're set in Season 5...?)'

'Yes, mommy.' House said in a babyish tone, making a puppy-dog face. He stood and limped over to take the patient files. Not like he was going to do it. 'Give my best to the demon child.' He said as he left her office, walking off towards his office.
As soon as he entered, the paperwork went into his bin. House sat down at his desk and put his feet up, switching on his PSP.

ooc: Gotta go for... 10-15 minutes.)

House sighed, annoyed, and looked up suspiciously, pausing his game. 'What is so important that dragged you away from the devil's kid?' He asked, putting his PSP on the desk.

'Yes, Cuddy, I know, because I were the one who had to shove needles into your ass! And then, I were the one who reviewed all those other jackasses for your in vitro! I were the one who saw you after Joy was taken away!' House yelled at her, stopping himself after he mentioned Joy. In all the yelling, he had stood up and walked over to where she was standing by the door.
'Now, what the hell did you want?' He asked in a quieter tone, but still slightly angry.

House narrowed his eyes at her, taking the file into his hands. 'Fine.' He said, knowing that if he continued, she'd just yell at him through the tears and it'd get messy and he would have to take care of it later on.

House sighed, throwing the folder at his desk. He sat back down, taking 2 more vicodin, and got back to his PSP.
A few minutes later though, he only narrowed his eyes at the file before switching off the game and picking it up.

At half-past 4, House decided it would be a good time to leave. Throwing a goodbye to the ducklings, he took his leather jacket and backpack.
Soon, he was driving home on his bike. Somehow, Cuddy stayed in his mind all throught the day, and the thoughts were beginning to get annoying. Why they didn't do anything else that night, what would've happened if they would've done something else.
And a few hours later, House was drunk to the point everything tripled before his eyes. Taking the fifth vicodin for the past hour, he fell backwards, luckily hitting the couch and not the floor. Unconscious, and probably on his way to OD'ing.

He awoke about 2 hours later, his head astonishingly not hurting like it was supposed to.
Then again, he might've been slightly high.
Not knowing what he was really doing, he got out of his house and onto his bike, driving towards Cuddy's house like he often did after Joy had been taken away. But this time, he walked straight to her front door and knocked loudly, not even realizing he hadn't brought his cane.

Carly wrote: "(;gtg))"

ooc: Ah, damn... =(
Well, I'll see you later, then, yeah?

Truth was, he didn't know what he wanted. Well. Doing it with Cuddy was always on his mind, but she probably wouldn't agree to that.
He stared at her blankly for a few seconds. Blinking, he took a step forward, leaned in and kissed her, just like he had when she lost Joy.
He didn't know why. But he guessed that being high rationalized everything.

'I... I don't know...' House replied in a slightly shaky tone. He took a step back, wavering.

(Is it okay if he passes out? I think that'd be funny... XD)

'I...' House began, then fell forward like a ragdoll, unconscious for the second time that night.

House awoke with a groan the next morning, seeing that he was in a hospital room. And that his head was absolutely killing him. He rubbed his face with both hands, sitting up. When he moved though, it seemed that his head pounded even more. 'What the hell happened...' He muttered, looking around. He remembered getting piss-drunk, but not much after that...

'What the hell happened yesterday?' He asked again, now that he knew there was someone in the room. 'And judging by your oh-so-beautiful appearance, you stayed here all night. Why?' Another question. He felt like pushing her buttons because his head was hurting.
'And where's my vicodin?' He groaned after a few more seconds, looking around.

'Why did I go to your house?' House pestered, needing to know everything that happened. Then he sighed in annoyance and asked again, 'Where are my pills? I don't know if you remember, but I have a quite bad boo-boo on my leg and I need this drug called vicodin to keep the boo-boo from hurting.'

He stared at her for a few seconds, taking two pills to help him think clearly. He had kissed her?! What had overcome him? Well, aside from being both high and drunk, and aside from the fact that Cuddy was, quite obviously, hot... He had no idea why he had done that. 'Well...' He began, not sure how to finish his sentence. 'I guess I have a thing for crying, hormonal hospital administrators. Who knew.' He said, shrugging.

'Think what?' He called after her, slightly curious. 'You know you'll regret it if you don't answer me!' House added sarcastically.

'No, I can't. You're right. Don't you think that since I were both high and drunk, I would be able to give you a perfectly good reason why I kissed you? I weren't thinking clearly, Cuddy! Not everything happens for a reason! Get down from your damn pedestal!' House yelled, his head hurting even more now. He took another vicodin, and glared at her.

'Well you won't get one!' House yelled back at her, then said in a normal tone, 'Since you're here, you probably left your demon child with a neighbour. Better get it back before the neighbour decides to leave it somewhere.' He spat at her, now just purely wanting to hurt her.

Standing up, ignoring his headache, he noticed he was in the same clothes as yesterday.
But had no cane. Damn.
After getting a hospital cane, he limped to his office and without saying a word to the ducklings, sat at his desk, closing his eyes.
He knew he had hurt her. Again. For the thousandth time, it seemed. But on each occasion, it felt right to do so. To keep reminding her how she had hurt him with the infarction.
House sighed. Every time he hurt her, he had no right.
But he would never apologise.

ooc: Do you mind if I double as Wilson?

ooc: Sorry, my computer crapped out. Well, the charger cable did. Had to buy a new one... -.-
IC:

Wilson saw Cuddy run home crying. He figured that going to House would result in nothing. How did he know House made her cry? Please. He knew the man ever since Cuddy had hired him.
Telling his patient they'd have to continue their session later on, he almost ran out of the hospital, hastily signing out on his way.
No more than 5 minutes later, Wilson was knocking softly at Cuddy's front door, concern written all over his face.

Wilson sighed, posture slouching. He was so angry with House. Again.
That infuriating man.

Without waiting for an invitation, Wilson stepped into Cuddy's home, looking her over. 'What did he do now, Lisa?' He asked, even more concerned than he was 2 minutes ago.

'He.. He was hurting, he..' Wilson began, when he realized there really wasn't a rationalization for what he had done last night.
'I'm sorry that you have to put up with this, Lisa.' He sighed, putting his hand on her shoulder. 'I'll talk to him later on, okay? Just... Try and bear with it... He's... House.'
Wilson squeezed her shoulder softly, giving her a reassuring smile.
'By the way, what did he do to himself yesterday?'
He asked suddenly, 'How come /you/ were the one who brung him in?'

'Oh. My. God!' Wilson squealed. 'Wait, he was high? And drunk? Still! He kissed you! Again! Are you going to at least try to talk about this with him, or just leave it like you did after... well, you know.' He rambled, running a hand through his hair.

'You did?!' Wilson asked rather loudly, leaning against the wall. 'I... I mean, do you.. want a relationship with him or something?'

'He doesn't want a relatioship with her. Hello, Jimmy, I were looking for you.' House called from behind them, getting off his bike. 'So how long have you two girls been gossiping about me?' He smirked, limping over to Cuddy's door.

'Oh, just looking for Jimmy here. You see, while he was being all girly and... well, himself, a patient of his got impatient. So, being the good samaritan that I am, I decided to come get you, Jimmy-boy.' House explained.

Wilson looked at him funny. 'And that has to be the reason. I'll just leave, because you two obviously have a lot to talk about.' He said. 'Goodnight, Lisa.' He smiled as he walked to his car, and was soon driving away.

House narrowed his eyes at Wilson. 'Traitor.' He said as the oncologist passed him. 'I'll never forgive you for this!' He yelled after him, raising his fist in mock-anger.
He then turned back to Cuddy, looking into her eyes. He wanted to kiss her again - that he knew. But she was slightly pissed at him, so it might've been slightly hard achieving that kiss.

'Or we could just do it in your bedroom.' House said, shrugging, but went in anyway. He was soon sat on the couch in her living room, legs on the coffee table, taking two vicodin. 'So.. Want to continue what happened yesterday?' He asked with a smirk as he swallowed the pills.

'If that's some strange new innuendo I haven't caught onto, then sure.' He replied, 'But otherwise, no.'

ooc: By the way, has the episode 'House's Head' happened in this roleplay yet?

'I have a great ass, that's true. Yours isn't too bad either.' House smirked.
Everything was going great, he supposed. As long as she didn't bring up what happened last night again, he'd be fine here.
'Hey, do you have anything to drink? Like, alcohol?'

'Get me some!' He said as she stood, sitting up.

'You have good wine.' He offered as his response. 'And, I'd like to do you, please.' House added after pretending to be thoughtful for a few seconds.

'Really?' House asked with eyes open wide, sitting up as he stared at her.
Of course, he knew it wouldn't happen, but it was fun playing around with her.

House smiled, genuinely smiled at her for a few seconds before he brought the glass to his lips again.
'How drunk do I have to get you so that I can kiss you?' He asked after he'd finished his second glass, now lying on the couch with his hands behind his head.

'So can I kiss you?' He asked after finishing another glass.

'Yeah. I guess. I'm pretty bored, and there's nothing else 'to do'.' House replied, waving his glass in the air to show he wanted more wine.

House smirked. 'Can I take that as an open invitation?' He asked as she leaned over, taking a sip of his wine.

'Wouldn't it just be great if I could do both?' House said, looking up at her.

House moved considerably closer, smirking. Finishing his 4th glass, everything was feeling slightly... fuzzy.

'That's a matter of opinion.' House muttered, abandoning the glass and taking a swig straight from the bottle. He glanced at her as she leaned against him, and smirked.

House, quite uncharacteristically putting his arm around her, so that she was leaning more against his chest now.
'This is turning out quite nicely, I think.' He said after a few seconds.

'Hell yes.'
House lowered his head, kissing her.
Once again, he was reminded of the night he came to her house.
She was a mess, then. It hurt him to see her so... broken. And it only proved to him how much she wanted a child. And now, she had Rachel. He guessed she was happy now, and that made him... almost content.

His hands held her waist, and he pulled away for air. House was about to kiss her again, hoping a part of her would stop them from doing anything else - he knew that it didn't end well last time, and that he wouldn't be able to stop himself, anyway.

He pulled away. Like he did last time. Standing up, he leaned heavily against his cane and sighed. 'We can't.' It felt strange for him to be the voice of reason. 'Goodnight, Cuddy.' He said, turning and beginning to limp towards her front door.

((ok I'm gunna try to jump in i don't eally know the show that well))

Cameron ran through some blood tests at the hospital, just some generic procedurs.

House turned around when he reached the door out onto the hallway, and smirked. 'Sorry.' He muttered, 'That's life for you.' And with that, he went home.

ooc: Have to go, sorry.. -.-