I am soooo excited about the episode it's unreal, and (aside from plenty of Huddy smut ideas) this would leave me alone, so thought I'd put it on here. Not exactly Huddy, but kind of...I think.
"No, I want to hear about the sad hero again." a 3 taon old Rachel Cuddy whined to her mum as they lay on her bed. 'She loves that story.' she thought, remembering back to when she made up taht story after a particularly tricky araw at the hospital. She took a deep breath and exhaled, removing those thoughts from her head with the air from her lungs she began her tale:
"Once upon a time, in Princetonia there was a man, a man of greatness, a man with great courage and brains. He was a saviour, he healed people, the people that everyone else gave up on he saved, brought them back from the very brink of death. He was great, he was invincible...but then there was a tragic accident and he could no longer run, a wicked witch turned him into a monster.
The previously great healer became a monster, a broken man. He was a shell of his former self, he hid himself away from those around him, not seeing anyone, not talking to anyone, ashamed of what he had become. He continued to save people, but he was shunned for his strange methods and seeming uncaring attitude. To him names no longer mattered, what you did didn't matter, he saved them all. But when he Nawawala one he Nawawala a little bit madami of himself, and nonody saw it.
He hid behind his mean streak, hid away from all those who cared for him, but the fair madein saw his suffering, and his suffereing became hers too. She was in pag-ibig with him, she was in pag-ibig with the Beast. She could never say though because she was not allowed to be with such a man. He was not in her 'plan', he was too self destructive to make her happy, or so everyone said. She didn't believe that, if she could make him even marginally happier then she knew that she would be happy. He was a hero, and he deserved to be thanked. She knew that although he sinabi he didn't care that he cared madami deeply than anyone she knew, that he didn't just care about the puzzle, he cared about the life he was saving, it was just easier for him to say he didn't care. Then nobody would pity him, he was too horrible to pity. And he needed it that way in order to cope, in order to stay sane.
She loved him from afar, too afraid to get her puso broken. Too afraid that he would hate her. Those around them saw it, saw that she didn't see him as a monster. Saw that it didn't matter to her that he couldn't run, that she didn't care that he was broken, that she knew that that was who he was. But he never could see it. And he remained a sad hero. Alone and afraid no matter how hard he tried to hide it."
Cuddy looked down at Rachel who was almost asleep. "Who is he mummy? Is he happy now?" She asked softly.
"Yes, he's happy now." Cuddy replied, halik her daughter's forehead. It wasn't the truth, but a 3 taon old didn't need to know the harsh truth of life: not everyone ends up with a happy ending.
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A few days later, PPTH.
Rachel Cuddy ran from the nurses' mesa the segundo her mum's office door shut. She was following the flames on the tip of a cane ahead of her.
"House." She called out to him.
He turned around and looked down at the wee girl, smiling slightly at her following him.
"What'd you want kid?" He asked, looking down at her smiling at him.
"Up." She said, holding her wee arms towards him.
He shook his head, "I can't." He sinabi and even a three taon old could detect the sadness in his voice.
"Please, Uncle House." She begged with tuta dog eyes and a pout.
He grimaced knowing that he could never refuse her when she pouted like that. He knew his thigh was going to scream in protest, so popped a vicodin before bending down and picking her up as quick as he could. She put her wee arms around his neck as he balanced her on his left hip, cane in the other hand as he held her up.
"Giddeee-up horsey!" Rachel chanted with a grin.
"I'm not going to run." He sinabi down to her, noting that she had a definite 'Cuddy' things about her. She was definately Cuddy's kid, eventhough it wasn't sa pamamagitan ng blood.
"Why not?" She asked with a frown.
"Cause I can't." He muttered quietly before looking away as he began moving towards Cuddy's office to take her back. In looking away he didn't notice the widening of Rachel's eyes as he sinabi that.
"No, I want to hear about the sad hero again." a 3 taon old Rachel Cuddy whined to her mum as they lay on her bed. 'She loves that story.' she thought, remembering back to when she made up taht story after a particularly tricky araw at the hospital. She took a deep breath and exhaled, removing those thoughts from her head with the air from her lungs she began her tale:
"Once upon a time, in Princetonia there was a man, a man of greatness, a man with great courage and brains. He was a saviour, he healed people, the people that everyone else gave up on he saved, brought them back from the very brink of death. He was great, he was invincible...but then there was a tragic accident and he could no longer run, a wicked witch turned him into a monster.
The previously great healer became a monster, a broken man. He was a shell of his former self, he hid himself away from those around him, not seeing anyone, not talking to anyone, ashamed of what he had become. He continued to save people, but he was shunned for his strange methods and seeming uncaring attitude. To him names no longer mattered, what you did didn't matter, he saved them all. But when he Nawawala one he Nawawala a little bit madami of himself, and nonody saw it.
He hid behind his mean streak, hid away from all those who cared for him, but the fair madein saw his suffering, and his suffereing became hers too. She was in pag-ibig with him, she was in pag-ibig with the Beast. She could never say though because she was not allowed to be with such a man. He was not in her 'plan', he was too self destructive to make her happy, or so everyone said. She didn't believe that, if she could make him even marginally happier then she knew that she would be happy. He was a hero, and he deserved to be thanked. She knew that although he sinabi he didn't care that he cared madami deeply than anyone she knew, that he didn't just care about the puzzle, he cared about the life he was saving, it was just easier for him to say he didn't care. Then nobody would pity him, he was too horrible to pity. And he needed it that way in order to cope, in order to stay sane.
She loved him from afar, too afraid to get her puso broken. Too afraid that he would hate her. Those around them saw it, saw that she didn't see him as a monster. Saw that it didn't matter to her that he couldn't run, that she didn't care that he was broken, that she knew that that was who he was. But he never could see it. And he remained a sad hero. Alone and afraid no matter how hard he tried to hide it."
Cuddy looked down at Rachel who was almost asleep. "Who is he mummy? Is he happy now?" She asked softly.
"Yes, he's happy now." Cuddy replied, halik her daughter's forehead. It wasn't the truth, but a 3 taon old didn't need to know the harsh truth of life: not everyone ends up with a happy ending.
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A few days later, PPTH.
Rachel Cuddy ran from the nurses' mesa the segundo her mum's office door shut. She was following the flames on the tip of a cane ahead of her.
"House." She called out to him.
He turned around and looked down at the wee girl, smiling slightly at her following him.
"What'd you want kid?" He asked, looking down at her smiling at him.
"Up." She said, holding her wee arms towards him.
He shook his head, "I can't." He sinabi and even a three taon old could detect the sadness in his voice.
"Please, Uncle House." She begged with tuta dog eyes and a pout.
He grimaced knowing that he could never refuse her when she pouted like that. He knew his thigh was going to scream in protest, so popped a vicodin before bending down and picking her up as quick as he could. She put her wee arms around his neck as he balanced her on his left hip, cane in the other hand as he held her up.
"Giddeee-up horsey!" Rachel chanted with a grin.
"I'm not going to run." He sinabi down to her, noting that she had a definite 'Cuddy' things about her. She was definately Cuddy's kid, eventhough it wasn't sa pamamagitan ng blood.
"Why not?" She asked with a frown.
"Cause I can't." He muttered quietly before looking away as he began moving towards Cuddy's office to take her back. In looking away he didn't notice the widening of Rachel's eyes as he sinabi that.
He looked...
Okay, this poem is basically in Cuddy's POV kind of to House. I wrote it to be kind of Cuddy's personal thing, but of course, it turned into Huddy. My first artikulo on this spot AND Huddy poem, so please tell me what you think! It's short and might be a bit confusing at first, but here it goes;
Love.
And that's all I ever wanted.
How did I get here?
Just crying in an empty room
Once again a vacant world to me
I'm hurting and I'm sure you know
I hope, and that's just what i do
That the world could be, just be
What i want it to, another happy ending
Which we both know it won't be
Just hold me, so for a second
I could pretend it is
Could pretend it can
Pretend it could be
And maybe I could pag-ibig you
And pretend i didn't know
That it was one of the few things
I was missing.
I know it kind of sucks, but it's my first and what do you expect?
Love.
And that's all I ever wanted.
How did I get here?
Just crying in an empty room
Once again a vacant world to me
I'm hurting and I'm sure you know
I hope, and that's just what i do
That the world could be, just be
What i want it to, another happy ending
Which we both know it won't be
Just hold me, so for a second
I could pretend it is
Could pretend it can
Pretend it could be
And maybe I could pag-ibig you
And pretend i didn't know
That it was one of the few things
I was missing.
I know it kind of sucks, but it's my first and what do you expect?
