alanwolfmoon

Title: Consent
Pairing: House/+Cuddy
Author: alanwolfmoon
Rating: PG
Warnings: uh... none.
Summary: It's ten years to the day, when Cuddy finds the form on her desk.
Disclaimer: MINE! ALL MINE!....uh, no. Not mine.
Feedback: Reviews and flames are welcome. (They make it look like I'm writing fast)
Notes: *shrug* just a short fic exploring what House might do if he decided to try to heal.

T






It was ten years, to the day.

Ten years since he had opened his eyes on her and Stacy.

Ten years since she had stood back, watching the storm brewing in his expression as Stacy told him what had happened.

Ten years since she had stood in the room, biting her lip after he had yelled at Stacy to get out.

Ten years since he had finally met her eyes, and let her know with a single look that he didn't blame her.

Ten years since she had nodded, and continued to stand where she was; unable to leave, but knowing he would never let her closer.


It had been ten years since his debridement surgery; the day Cuddy walked into her office to find a crumpled, coffee-stained, faded, wrinkled consent form for a trans-femoral amputation, signed in ink that looked like it had just been put down that morning.

She put her hand up to her face, mouth slightly open.

Then she set the form down, and hurried as fast as she could towards his office.


House didn't raise his head, from sitting in his desk chair, staring down at his feet, cane between his legs, forehead resting against the handle.

She stopped, standing the doorway, waiting.

He eventually raised his head, looking at her with an expression she couldn't read.

She bit her lower lip, tilting her head just a bit.

He nodded.

She swallowed.

“I... I'll set it up.”

He closed his eyes, nodding again.

Cuddy stepped back out into the hall, leaned against the glass, and put her hand on her chest.

House had had enough.

He was finally ready to heal.

Horrible timing, but she didn't give a damn.

She would help him through this, no matter if Wilson was there.

And no matter if he didn’t want her to care.