After the kiss, from the night before. House wakes up in his bed at around 09:20am and gets ready to arrive late for work, as usual. On his way to the keuken-, keuken he sees Cuddy on the sofa sleeping softly with her drink spilt on the coffee table. Her shoes were on the floor volgende to her. House thought about putting a blanket over her but didn’t. Instead House sat watching her for a bit, before finally waking her up with a loud incoherent noise.
House: Wake-up sleepy head.
Cuddy: Eughh. What time is it?
House: (checks his watch) Uh-oh, seems u are going to be late.
(Cuddy sat up and held her head in her hands; whilst House smiled.)
Cuddy: We didn’t---did we?
House: Oh yeah---amazing night of passion.
(Cuddy looked shocked.)
House: Actually---you just robbed me of my whisky; we did have an amazing kiss though.
(Cuddy looked at the empty bottle of whisky on the tafel, tabel and then stood up and straightened herself up.)
Cuddy: I’m late and hung-over.
House: I’ll drive u home.
House drove Cuddy home, and invited himself in for some coffee.
Cuddy: Your not coming in.
House: I let u stay over; I can do whatever I want now.
(Cuddy gave a look to House, and then let him inside.)
Cuddy: Coffee’s through there, then u can let yourself out.
House: Actually do u mind if I use your bathroom? I think I know where it is.
(Cuddy went into her bedroom and locked the door.)
Meanwhile, House looked around her Home. He found some unpacked boxes of baby accessories and a mahogany kinderbedje, wieg set-up in the corner with roze satin bedding.
House: Oh god.
Cuddy sat on her bed. Then she washed her face and took some aspirin. She took down the congratulation card from her mother on the bedside tafel, tabel and ripped it up.
House: Shouldn’t u get rid of this stuff? Otherwise you’ll be known as the crazy woman from across the street.
(Cuddy stared at it for a second.)
Cuddy: I’ll give it to one of the nurses.
(House walked towards Cuddy and stood volgende to her.)
Cuddy: You’re leaving now.
House: You’re hung-over, so u can’t drive. So its either u ride with me, of u wallow in self-pity---which we all know u love to do.
(Cuddy smiled at House.)
Cuddy: Fine. I don’t want u getting any ideas though.
House: Oops. Already have them.
(House gave a playful look.)
The arrived at 11 am Cuddy walked straight past Wilson and into her office. House was walking behind her, and stopped to greet Wilson.
House: Great sex.
House walked towards the elevator leaving Wilson looking puzzled.
Wilson knocked on Cuddy’s door, and let him self in.
Wilson: Are u okay?
Cuddy: Yeah, sure.
Wilson: I’m sorry about yesterday. There’s always another chance-
Cuddy: No, there isn’t. It’s fate—I will never ever have kids. Is it some sort of punishment?
Wilson: u can’t think that way. u saved two people—You did the right thing.
Cuddy looked at Wilson and gave an annoyed smile. She sat down at her desk, and hinted that Wilson should leave.
Wilson: I’m here, to talk to if u need a friend.
Cuddy: I’ve already had that conversation—I just want to do my job.
Wilson turned around to leave with a look of happiness.
House was in his office; his team had already found a case, but had not bothered him about it as of yet.
Wilson walked in with a spring in his step.
Wilson: u had sex with Cuddy.
Wilson: She’s forgotten about what happened completely, what did u do?
House: Nothing. My alcohol supply on the other hand gave her a lot of help.
Wilson: u got her drunk? And then what—
House: She came to me. Cuddy was—upset and drank too much.
Wilson: And u didn’t do a thing.
House sipped his red coffee mug.
Wilson left, and as he did; house smiled.
It was later in the day; the team had consulted and carried out a differential with House about a patient and found out the problem. House was left mulling over last nights events. He decided to visit Cuddy for a long over due chat.
(House entered Cuddy’s office, and sat down.)
Cuddy: What do u want?
House: to reach seconde base again.
(Cuddy looked up and gave him an ‘as if’ look.)
Cuddy: I was—distressed. I would have made-out with anyone.
House could tell Cuddy was trying to create conflict—she was either embarrassed of scared to what it may lead to. So House decided to play her game.
House: Come-on. Admit it. u like me.
Cuddy: No. I needed u last night; instead I ended up embarrassing myself, and drinking.
House: u enjoyed it. Now you’re scared.
Cuddy kept writing in her file. Silently proving House’s theory correct.
Cuddy: The only thing that scares me now is—
House: Is what? Going ‘all the way’ with the hunky doctor?
Cuddy: Being alone.
Cuddy put down her pen and looked at House dead in the eye.
Cuddy: That baby was the one thing I was happy about for the best 18 months, Now all I’m doing is working dag in and dag out—with nothing to look vooruit, voorwaarts to when I go home pagina at night. I might as well live in PPH.
House looked down and fiddled with his cane.
House: u won’t die alone Cuddy.
Cuddy: Thanks. I’ve got work to get on with.
House: I mean it. Don’t throw the rest of your life down the toilet because u didn’t get what u wanted.
Cuddy looked at House with a soft face and smiled lovingly at him.
Cuddy: Thank you, and thanks for last night.
House: No problem. I think I still have some video clips of your attempts at singing Queen---.
Cuddy smiled back at him.
House left happy that Cuddy had cheered up, and was re-assured.