"Time, is a very strange thing, depending on how you look at it. For some, time can be the ultimate savior. For others it can be, an unnecessary label used to tell us what to do, and when to do it.
But time can also be seen as a limit, or a deadline for some. For those who are grieving and mourning through life, it's a never ending hell.
Then, there are those who are in love.
And that's when time can be seen in many ways.
For some in love, time can ilipat too swiftly.
For others in love, time can seem never ending.
And then there are those rare few in love, who pag-ibig devotedly, compassionately, and relentlessly, in spite of time itself."
-James Evan Wilson
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It had been three days since their argument in her office. House had stayed a total of sixty-three hours at the office since. With only three hours of sleep for each night, the rest of the twenty-one hours, he would spend making phone calls, pagbaba artikulo and researching over the computer. House was determined to find an answer. Was he trying to find a cure? No. But he was trying to find a way so preserve the time she had left. Or possibly even, spare her madami time.
Within this time span of three days, it had leaked out to the staff about Cuddy, bringing the hospital to a madami awkward mood, and a saddened tone. It made things all the worse, not for Cuddy, but for House, who had to deal with his employees and fellow colleagues attempting to send their condolences. He tried avoiding everyone, even Cuddy, at all costs. After the three days however, he decided to approach Wilson. He was alone in his office when House had entered, but new to his eyes that he had not been doing his work.
"Where the hell have you been these past few days?" His voice was alarmed and slightly aggravated.
"Around. And you?"
"I'm where you should've been these past few days. Helping her cope with this."
"Well, as much work as that is, I've been trying to save her life."
"Not this again. She's right House. There is no cure for terminal cancer. The reason behind it being terminal, is because it's TERMINAL."
"So negative aren't we today?"
"House. I am in no mood for you to jerk me around today."
"Busy?"
"With some things."
"Those things."
"Yeah. Look I'm sorry. It's just, hard on all of us."
"Spare me the speech."
Wilson went to rub his face out of either misery, exhaustion, or annoyance.
"I couldn't find anything."
"I wasn't expecting you to." He paused.
"Were you expecting to?"
"Not a cure. Just--something."
"The treatment should keep her steady for a couple months."
"It's not enough."
"What do you think you could've possibly done? Cuddy's right House, you're not God. You don't have the answer to everything."
"I know that."
"So why have you been wasting your time with all of this--?"
"I have to find a way to fight back, don't I?"
"But you can't--"
"I couldn't do anything else. Sleep isn't an option anymore. Rest, isn't an option anymore. Might as well have sold my soul to Lucifer."
"Which also poses another question."
"Damn."
" 'The idea that the woman I pag-ibig is dying, can't really be kept from me.' "
"That was a euphemism. A euphemism for, 'I pag-ibig her so goddamn much, I know what is every segundo of her life."
"Are you really sure this isn't impulse talking? You've never sinabi that until--"
"I'm well aware of what I've sinabi Wilson. What I've said, hasn't and doesn't change what has happened in the past twenty years. I've loved the same woman for these twenty-some years."
"I was just wondering, if you weren't I'd consider you an ass. Or madami of one than I thought of you before--if that makes sense."
"Per-fect-ly."
"Why are you even here? Out of all the people--"
"Yeah yeah, again, spare me the speech. People are in her office."
"They're sending their condolences."
"And you can't stand to be around any of them."
"Except for her, yeah."
"Maybe you should go anyway."
"Was I just talking to you--or?"
"Maybe you need some--condoling too."
"You people think I need everything."
"House."
"Yeah, yeah. I'm going."
He began to limp for the door and right as he stepped out, Wilson stopped him.
"House!"
He stopped dead outside and turned around and moved half of his body inside.
"You know, you should really make up your mind. Am I staying or not?"
"I'm--sorry."
"Apology. Why."
"For, everything."
He pursed his lips a little and gave a curt nod. Wilson replied and then he shut the door, making his way for Cuddy's office.
:::
Minutes later
House was opening the doors to the clinic and took a glance towards Cuddy's office to see who was surrounding her now. But the only person he found, was Cameron. She was sitting on the edge of Cuddy's mesa as Cuddy sat on the sopa as they conversed with each other. He walked through the two set of doors, slowly, making sure not to interrupt their conversation.
"It's something I just hadn't see in him--"
Cuddy stopped as he closed the door behind him.
"Continue." And he gestured them to keep conversing.
"We were finished." Cameron retorted.
"No you weren't."
"Who cares?" She asked calmly.
"I do."
"Me and her always have later."
"Doubt that."
"She's my boss but I find time to talk to her. It's called an out-of-work friendship."
"I remember when you and Chase developed your 'out-of-work friendship'. I hadn't planned on watching it develop, but I had to find a trash can somewhere."
Cuddy broke a big smile. Nearly a laugh. The best she's had in days. Cameron, kept herself smiling too.
"Oh of course. Cuddy's also told me how you two have begun to develop your out-of-work friendship. Going well?"
"Most definitely."
"And where have you been these last few days?"
"Around."
"Oh really?"
He glanced at Cuddy.
"Really."
Cameron felt out of place, so she decided to leave the two be, and discuss whatever was needed to be discussed.
"I'll talk to you later Cuddy."
Cameron stood up straight and off the edge of the mesa as she glared at House. He returned the same look back. But as she past him, she whispered something inconspicuously to him, making sure Cuddy wouldn't notice.
"We need to talk."
And she walked out and smiled at Cuddy in the process. Then he turned to her and began to limp over sa pamamagitan ng the couch. He fell back and laid his arms across the armrest and the cushions on the couch. Cuddy looked away for a brief second, before turning to look at him.
"Where have you been these past few days?"
He looked away, almost as if in regret. Why had he come back here. For condoling? Not anymore. His ears were soon to be filled with lecture.
"Be honest with me."
"When have we ever been down that road."
"House."
"Research."
"For what."
"Cancer."
"That was a rhetorical question."
"I know."
"Haven't we been through this?"
"You out of all people should know why I did what I did. I'm not looking for a cure. I'm looking for something to give you time."
"Who sinabi the radiation and other treatment wouldn't give me time?"
"No one."
"Then why are you researching?"
"It isn't giving you enough time."
"I don't need time. I'm happy for what I have now."
"You've got a deadline Cuddy."
"I have a good job, I've got a great kid, friends, family, and most importantly I have you to walk me through this."
"And as I walk you through this, I want to be able to protect you from meeting that end. I can't just let you waltz into your grave without fighting this, without knowing that there is possibly something that could help prolong your life, just that much longer."
"I know you mean good. But right now, what you're doing is trying to bargain with God. You are hoping to find an answer so he'll keep me here for how many months, how many years. But you are setting your expectations of finding something, way too high. I've accepted this. Why can't you do that for me?"
"I pag-ibig you okay? But you can't expect me to accept this even--after."
He set his leg up on the mesa as she looked at him curiously and in a slight shock.
"What?"
"What."
"What did you--"
"Yeah, I pag-ibig you sa pamamagitan ng the way."
Now she was surprised. Surprised as how casually he sinabi this to her. Calmly, and without a single stutter, or hesitation.
"I am capable of love. You--really shouldn't be shocked at that factor."
"We've been dating for how long?"
"I've known you since when? The amount of time we've been dating doesn't kanselahin out everything we've been through prior to. Twenty years Cuddy. Twenty years I've spent loving you and I'm just realizing it now. Boy, have I gotten stupid. You really shouldn't have put me as the head of diagnostics."
"You never sinabi anything."
"Again, I just realized it. Am I talking to myself everywhere today?"
"I don't get how you can say this now."
"Three words Cuddy. All three, within my vocabulary."
"Oh, I'm sure."
He laid back onto the sopa and shut his eyes, apparently trying to go to sleep.
"Three hours of sleep every night, staring at the damn computer for the other twenty-one, and I didn't find a damn thing. I'm actually starting to see words just popping out of think air and floating around."
"You need sleep."
"No, of course not."
"Stay here, take a nap or something on the couch. I'll go finish my talk with Cameron."
She got up off the sopa and patted him on his shoulder as she went to go turn off the light.
"Now you go finish cause you have new info."
"What do you mean?"
He shifted his position and lied down on the sopa and folded his arms behind his head and looked at her.
"Now you can let her know that I told you I pag-ibig you. Best gossip she'll be getting all day."
He closed his eyes. She smiled and closed all the blinds before making her way to the doors. She opened it halfway, before turning around for the last time.
"House."
"You gonna let me sleep or what, I know you're about to say something cause you haven't closed the door yet."
"And the fact because I called your name?"
"Yeah, yeah,"
"You know--I pag-ibig you too."
He smiled. But he still kept his eyes shut.
"I know. Twenty goddamn years, if neither of us did, I'd probably marry Wilson."
He gave a smirk as she managed to break a laugh.
"Night, House."
"Love you, Cuddy."
She closed the door. House was about to get the best sleep he's had in days, and Cuddy was feeling the best she had felt in days.
But time can also be seen as a limit, or a deadline for some. For those who are grieving and mourning through life, it's a never ending hell.
Then, there are those who are in love.
And that's when time can be seen in many ways.
For some in love, time can ilipat too swiftly.
For others in love, time can seem never ending.
And then there are those rare few in love, who pag-ibig devotedly, compassionately, and relentlessly, in spite of time itself."
-James Evan Wilson
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It had been three days since their argument in her office. House had stayed a total of sixty-three hours at the office since. With only three hours of sleep for each night, the rest of the twenty-one hours, he would spend making phone calls, pagbaba artikulo and researching over the computer. House was determined to find an answer. Was he trying to find a cure? No. But he was trying to find a way so preserve the time she had left. Or possibly even, spare her madami time.
Within this time span of three days, it had leaked out to the staff about Cuddy, bringing the hospital to a madami awkward mood, and a saddened tone. It made things all the worse, not for Cuddy, but for House, who had to deal with his employees and fellow colleagues attempting to send their condolences. He tried avoiding everyone, even Cuddy, at all costs. After the three days however, he decided to approach Wilson. He was alone in his office when House had entered, but new to his eyes that he had not been doing his work.
"Where the hell have you been these past few days?" His voice was alarmed and slightly aggravated.
"Around. And you?"
"I'm where you should've been these past few days. Helping her cope with this."
"Well, as much work as that is, I've been trying to save her life."
"Not this again. She's right House. There is no cure for terminal cancer. The reason behind it being terminal, is because it's TERMINAL."
"So negative aren't we today?"
"House. I am in no mood for you to jerk me around today."
"Busy?"
"With some things."
"Those things."
"Yeah. Look I'm sorry. It's just, hard on all of us."
"Spare me the speech."
Wilson went to rub his face out of either misery, exhaustion, or annoyance.
"I couldn't find anything."
"I wasn't expecting you to." He paused.
"Were you expecting to?"
"Not a cure. Just--something."
"The treatment should keep her steady for a couple months."
"It's not enough."
"What do you think you could've possibly done? Cuddy's right House, you're not God. You don't have the answer to everything."
"I know that."
"So why have you been wasting your time with all of this--?"
"I have to find a way to fight back, don't I?"
"But you can't--"
"I couldn't do anything else. Sleep isn't an option anymore. Rest, isn't an option anymore. Might as well have sold my soul to Lucifer."
"Which also poses another question."
"Damn."
" 'The idea that the woman I pag-ibig is dying, can't really be kept from me.' "
"That was a euphemism. A euphemism for, 'I pag-ibig her so goddamn much, I know what is every segundo of her life."
"Are you really sure this isn't impulse talking? You've never sinabi that until--"
"I'm well aware of what I've sinabi Wilson. What I've said, hasn't and doesn't change what has happened in the past twenty years. I've loved the same woman for these twenty-some years."
"I was just wondering, if you weren't I'd consider you an ass. Or madami of one than I thought of you before--if that makes sense."
"Per-fect-ly."
"Why are you even here? Out of all the people--"
"Yeah yeah, again, spare me the speech. People are in her office."
"They're sending their condolences."
"And you can't stand to be around any of them."
"Except for her, yeah."
"Maybe you should go anyway."
"Was I just talking to you--or?"
"Maybe you need some--condoling too."
"You people think I need everything."
"House."
"Yeah, yeah. I'm going."
He began to limp for the door and right as he stepped out, Wilson stopped him.
"House!"
He stopped dead outside and turned around and moved half of his body inside.
"You know, you should really make up your mind. Am I staying or not?"
"I'm--sorry."
"Apology. Why."
"For, everything."
He pursed his lips a little and gave a curt nod. Wilson replied and then he shut the door, making his way for Cuddy's office.
:::
Minutes later
House was opening the doors to the clinic and took a glance towards Cuddy's office to see who was surrounding her now. But the only person he found, was Cameron. She was sitting on the edge of Cuddy's mesa as Cuddy sat on the sopa as they conversed with each other. He walked through the two set of doors, slowly, making sure not to interrupt their conversation.
"It's something I just hadn't see in him--"
Cuddy stopped as he closed the door behind him.
"Continue." And he gestured them to keep conversing.
"We were finished." Cameron retorted.
"No you weren't."
"Who cares?" She asked calmly.
"I do."
"Me and her always have later."
"Doubt that."
"She's my boss but I find time to talk to her. It's called an out-of-work friendship."
"I remember when you and Chase developed your 'out-of-work friendship'. I hadn't planned on watching it develop, but I had to find a trash can somewhere."
Cuddy broke a big smile. Nearly a laugh. The best she's had in days. Cameron, kept herself smiling too.
"Oh of course. Cuddy's also told me how you two have begun to develop your out-of-work friendship. Going well?"
"Most definitely."
"And where have you been these last few days?"
"Around."
"Oh really?"
He glanced at Cuddy.
"Really."
Cameron felt out of place, so she decided to leave the two be, and discuss whatever was needed to be discussed.
"I'll talk to you later Cuddy."
Cameron stood up straight and off the edge of the mesa as she glared at House. He returned the same look back. But as she past him, she whispered something inconspicuously to him, making sure Cuddy wouldn't notice.
"We need to talk."
And she walked out and smiled at Cuddy in the process. Then he turned to her and began to limp over sa pamamagitan ng the couch. He fell back and laid his arms across the armrest and the cushions on the couch. Cuddy looked away for a brief second, before turning to look at him.
"Where have you been these past few days?"
He looked away, almost as if in regret. Why had he come back here. For condoling? Not anymore. His ears were soon to be filled with lecture.
"Be honest with me."
"When have we ever been down that road."
"House."
"Research."
"For what."
"Cancer."
"That was a rhetorical question."
"I know."
"Haven't we been through this?"
"You out of all people should know why I did what I did. I'm not looking for a cure. I'm looking for something to give you time."
"Who sinabi the radiation and other treatment wouldn't give me time?"
"No one."
"Then why are you researching?"
"It isn't giving you enough time."
"I don't need time. I'm happy for what I have now."
"You've got a deadline Cuddy."
"I have a good job, I've got a great kid, friends, family, and most importantly I have you to walk me through this."
"And as I walk you through this, I want to be able to protect you from meeting that end. I can't just let you waltz into your grave without fighting this, without knowing that there is possibly something that could help prolong your life, just that much longer."
"I know you mean good. But right now, what you're doing is trying to bargain with God. You are hoping to find an answer so he'll keep me here for how many months, how many years. But you are setting your expectations of finding something, way too high. I've accepted this. Why can't you do that for me?"
"I pag-ibig you okay? But you can't expect me to accept this even--after."
He set his leg up on the mesa as she looked at him curiously and in a slight shock.
"What?"
"What."
"What did you--"
"Yeah, I pag-ibig you sa pamamagitan ng the way."
Now she was surprised. Surprised as how casually he sinabi this to her. Calmly, and without a single stutter, or hesitation.
"I am capable of love. You--really shouldn't be shocked at that factor."
"We've been dating for how long?"
"I've known you since when? The amount of time we've been dating doesn't kanselahin out everything we've been through prior to. Twenty years Cuddy. Twenty years I've spent loving you and I'm just realizing it now. Boy, have I gotten stupid. You really shouldn't have put me as the head of diagnostics."
"You never sinabi anything."
"Again, I just realized it. Am I talking to myself everywhere today?"
"I don't get how you can say this now."
"Three words Cuddy. All three, within my vocabulary."
"Oh, I'm sure."
He laid back onto the sopa and shut his eyes, apparently trying to go to sleep.
"Three hours of sleep every night, staring at the damn computer for the other twenty-one, and I didn't find a damn thing. I'm actually starting to see words just popping out of think air and floating around."
"You need sleep."
"No, of course not."
"Stay here, take a nap or something on the couch. I'll go finish my talk with Cameron."
She got up off the sopa and patted him on his shoulder as she went to go turn off the light.
"Now you go finish cause you have new info."
"What do you mean?"
He shifted his position and lied down on the sopa and folded his arms behind his head and looked at her.
"Now you can let her know that I told you I pag-ibig you. Best gossip she'll be getting all day."
He closed his eyes. She smiled and closed all the blinds before making her way to the doors. She opened it halfway, before turning around for the last time.
"House."
"You gonna let me sleep or what, I know you're about to say something cause you haven't closed the door yet."
"And the fact because I called your name?"
"Yeah, yeah,"
"You know--I pag-ibig you too."
He smiled. But he still kept his eyes shut.
"I know. Twenty goddamn years, if neither of us did, I'd probably marry Wilson."
He gave a smirk as she managed to break a laugh.
"Night, House."
"Love you, Cuddy."
She closed the door. House was about to get the best sleep he's had in days, and Cuddy was feeling the best she had felt in days.
Sorry i havent updated anything it is just because this fanfic kinda sucks and i am thinking about quiting.
Bur here comes another chapter PLZ tell my what you think, it is okay if you think it sucks to;D
House and cuddy were sitting in the hot tub at houses home.
House ; so what did you want to say??
Cuddy ; it is about the halik i was feeling emotion...
What??
House was looking at cuddys lips with dreamy eyes all he wanted to do was to halik her again like they had did last ninght at her house.
House ; Nothing!
Cuddy ; okay,, as i was saying only reason why we kissed was because i was feeling emotional because of joy and you actually let your human side ipakita for a moment.
what?? cuddy asked again
House ; Nothing it is just..
house went to cuddy and kissed her..
i will continue later plz comment
Bur here comes another chapter PLZ tell my what you think, it is okay if you think it sucks to;D
House and cuddy were sitting in the hot tub at houses home.
House ; so what did you want to say??
Cuddy ; it is about the halik i was feeling emotion...
What??
House was looking at cuddys lips with dreamy eyes all he wanted to do was to halik her again like they had did last ninght at her house.
House ; Nothing!
Cuddy ; okay,, as i was saying only reason why we kissed was because i was feeling emotional because of joy and you actually let your human side ipakita for a moment.
what?? cuddy asked again
House ; Nothing it is just..
house went to cuddy and kissed her..
i will continue later plz comment
House to Cuddy point of view (House's POV):
You're hopelessly lost, because today
The world seems a bit too big for you
I was pretty sure I've seen it all
Until you came, opened up my heaven
And ironically my hell
I get torn down
You're glad to get torn down with me
Well that's something I've never seen
It seems that I'm a bit wrong about the world
As of toady
Because you came and showed me wrong
You take me down, you bring me up
Well, at least you made a change
Despite the things you cannot see
Despite the world attire
And despite the truths you wish to change
You hide well, that i have to admit
But I can see right through you.
You're hopelessly lost, because today
The world seems a bit too big for you
I was pretty sure I've seen it all
Until you came, opened up my heaven
And ironically my hell
I get torn down
You're glad to get torn down with me
Well that's something I've never seen
It seems that I'm a bit wrong about the world
As of toady
Because you came and showed me wrong
You take me down, you bring me up
Well, at least you made a change
Despite the things you cannot see
Despite the world attire
And despite the truths you wish to change
You hide well, that i have to admit
But I can see right through you.