Seven Days
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Title: Seven Days
Author: killalla
Fandom: House MD, with crossover/reference to Murder Rooms
Rating: PG, House/Cuddy
Prompt: 48. He didn't bother to listen, or rather he listened not to your words but your music. There were other ways of getting at you. -Walker Percy
(PS: "That female on the pretty plane with all the twinkly lights"!)
Disclaimers: Assume all standard disclaimers. Errors and omissions are the fault of the author.
Summary: Let us never speak of this again.
Notes: Spoilers through Episode 2.3, “Humpty Dumpty.” I have made some deliberate choices about the timeline, and every day except Tuesday, 2005 is assumed to occur prior to the events which shape current canon. Dialogue from Friday, 1985 is a paraphrase from the Planetary/Authority Crossover. Some gratuitous references to Murder Rooms are made.
1985
Monday
“Let’s see - Waller for physiology, and Bell for forensic medicine.”
“Professor Bell? Oh, that’s going to be an interesting class.”
“And here I thought it was going to be an easy elective. Anything I need to know?”
“Okay, so Professor Bell likes to be real theatrical with his lectures, right? So, a couple of years ago there was this guy in his class who interrupted his big opening lecture, started criticizing his methodology, and disputing his findings. They got into this huge shouting match and the guy all but called Bell an idiot to his face. And what did Bell do? Saying that someone with so much to learn should clearly be taught; he chose the guy to be his teaching assistant!”
“So that would be – Gregory House, graduate student in diagnostics?”
“I’m surprised you haven’t heard of him before. He’s smarter than half the teachers here, although in his own opinion, it’s probably all of them.”
“Well, that sounds exciting. I’ll look forward to the class.”
“Whatever. Oh, hey - are you coming to the American Medical Students Association party on Thursday? I hear they got one of the big pharmaceuticals to sponsor it, so there should be plenty of booze.”
“If I get through these chapters, I might stop by.”
Thursday
“I was just looking for the – Oh, aren’t you Greg House, the TA for Bell’s forensic medicine class?”
“And you’re Lisa Cuddy. Fifth row middle, four seats over from the aisle. Not so far to the front that you look like a brownnoser, but centrally located so you can get Bell’s attention when he asks questions. Among the top ten in your year, but not quite the top, I’ll bet. After all, with a high collared feminine look like that, you’re clearly trying not to be too intimidating to the guys. I understand - it puts them off, makes you look like a ball buster.”
“Wow. And here I thought it was just the usual medical school gossip. But no, you really are an asshole. Do you always insult people when you meet them for the first time?”
“Do you always interpret criticism as an insult? I never said you were stupid, just that you were afraid to look too intelligent. You’re probably the brightest person in that class. You shouldn’t bother hiding it. The drinks are over there, by the way. While you’re at it, hand me a beer. ”
Friday
“Ouch. Note to self: next time, stick to the vodka – more bang for the buck, and there’s less of a hangover. Argh!”
“What am I doing here?!”
“Funny, I was about to ask the very same question.”
“Oh, God, I need a cigarette.”
“Here. I wouldn’t have guessed you were a smoker.”
“Only in times of extreme stress, but I think this qualifies.”
“…”
“…”
“So, were you any good?”
“I was magnificent. You should have been there.”
“Listen. I – I was never here.”
“Neither was I.”
1995
Wednesday
“Excuse me, Dr. Cuddy, do you have a moment?”
“Of course, Dr. Wilson - what is it? How’s the new place? Are you and your wife settling in alright here in Princeton?”
“We’re fine, thanks. I was wondering though, do you like musicals?”
“I go into Manhattan on occasion, and I liked the revival of Damn Yankees. Does that answer the question?”
“Well, it’s just that I have a friend who’s visiting from out of town, and four theater tickets for this weekend. I have to confess, I was hoping to invite Stacy initially, but she’s got a filing due on Monday so she had to cancel and…”
“And you thought I might be free? Sure, why not? I’ll meet you at the hospital, and we can all drive in together.”
Saturday
“Well, isn’t this socially awkward. Nice save on the introductions, though I’m not sure I’d consider us *friends* from medical school.”
“What was I going to say? Oh, that’s alright, Dr. Wilson, I’ve met Greg House before – he was the teaching assistant in my second-year forensic medicine class, regularly stole my cigarettes, and took great joy in writing sarcastic comments on my exam papers. And then there was that time we probably slept together, but we were both so drunk I can’t really remember most of it.”
“Liar. I borrowed a cigarette from you on exactly two occasions. And I gave you one once, so we’re practically even.”
“Can you just shut up so I can watch the show?”
“Only if you agree to come and have drink with me afterwards.”
“Why in the world would I want to do that?”
“We have to get our stories straight, for Wilson; otherwise he’s going to try to set us up together. He’s been trying to marry me off since the week we met – it’s like being best buddies with the world’s worst Jewish grandma.”
“Fine. One drink.”
Sunday
“Please tell me this isn’t happening.”
“Well, at least it’s not a repeat of last time, because *that* would just be a cliché. Thank goodness we went to your place, instead!”
“I’m going to make some coffee. Do you want a cup?”
“What, no cigarettes? Don’t tell me – you grew up and went for more acceptable forms of substance dependence, like alcohol and caffeine.”
“Look, do you want the coffee or not?”
“Mine’s black with two sugars.”
“And can we just pretend that last night never happened?”
“Yet again, you try to deny your overwhelming attraction to me. It’ll never work, you know. Yeah, that’s fine.”
“Then let us never speak of this again.”
2005
Tuesday
“Dr. House, I never thanked you for your help with Alfredo’s case. I know that it always seems that I don’t listen to you, but I do. And I’m grateful.”
“You know, if you were *really* grateful, you could let me off clinic duty for the next week.”
“Hmm, let me think about that minute – no. Not a chance. And by the way, you might want to tone it down with the innuendo. Someone might get the wrong idea.”
“Nonsense. The more obvious the solution, the less likely anyone is to believe it. It’s what we deductive types like to call ‘hiding in plain sight.’”
“Well, as long as we understand one another.”
“Oh, I think we do, my dear Doctor, I think we do.”
killalla, November 29, 2005 for the houserareathonTitle: Seven Days
Author: killalla
Fandom: House MD, with crossover/reference to Murder Rooms
Rating: PG, House/Cuddy
Prompt: 48. He didn't bother to listen, or rather he listened not to your words but your music. There were other ways of getting at you. -Walker Percy
(PS: "That female on the pretty plane with all the twinkly lights"!)
Disclaimers: Assume all standard disclaimers. Errors and omissions are the fault of the author.
Summary: Let us never speak of this again.
Notes: Spoilers through Episode 2.3, “Humpty Dumpty.” I have made some deliberate choices about the timeline, and every day except Tuesday, 2005 is assumed to occur prior to the events which shape current canon. Dialogue from Friday, 1985 is a paraphrase from the Planetary/Authority Crossover. Some gratuitous references to Murder Rooms are made.
1985
Monday
“Let’s see - Waller for physiology, and Bell for forensic medicine.”
“Professor Bell? Oh, that’s going to be an interesting class.”
“And here I thought it was going to be an easy elective. Anything I need to know?”
“Okay, so Professor Bell likes to be real theatrical with his lectures, right? So, a couple of years ago there was this guy in his class who interrupted his big opening lecture, started criticizing his methodology, and disputing his findings. They got into this huge shouting match and the guy all but called Bell an idiot to his face. And what did Bell do? Saying that someone with so much to learn should clearly be taught; he chose the guy to be his teaching assistant!”
“So that would be – Gregory House, graduate student in diagnostics?”
“I’m surprised you haven’t heard of him before. He’s smarter than half the teachers here, although in his own opinion, it’s probably all of them.”
“Well, that sounds exciting. I’ll look forward to the class.”
“Whatever. Oh, hey - are you coming to the American Medical Students Association party on Thursday? I hear they got one of the big pharmaceuticals to sponsor it, so there should be plenty of booze.”
“If I get through these chapters, I might stop by.”
Thursday
“I was just looking for the – Oh, aren’t you Greg House, the TA for Bell’s forensic medicine class?”
“And you’re Lisa Cuddy. Fifth row middle, four seats over from the aisle. Not so far to the front that you look like a brownnoser, but centrally located so you can get Bell’s attention when he asks questions. Among the top ten in your year, but not quite the top, I’ll bet. After all, with a high collared feminine look like that, you’re clearly trying not to be too intimidating to the guys. I understand - it puts them off, makes you look like a ball buster.”
“Wow. And here I thought it was just the usual medical school gossip. But no, you really are an asshole. Do you always insult people when you meet them for the first time?”
“Do you always interpret criticism as an insult? I never said you were stupid, just that you were afraid to look too intelligent. You’re probably the brightest person in that class. You shouldn’t bother hiding it. The drinks are over there, by the way. While you’re at it, hand me a beer. ”
Friday
“Ouch. Note to self: next time, stick to the vodka – more bang for the buck, and there’s less of a hangover. Argh!”
“What am I doing here?!”
“Funny, I was about to ask the very same question.”
“Oh, God, I need a cigarette.”
“Here. I wouldn’t have guessed you were a smoker.”
“Only in times of extreme stress, but I think this qualifies.”
“…”
“…”
“So, were you any good?”
“I was magnificent. You should have been there.”
“Listen. I – I was never here.”
“Neither was I.”
1995
Wednesday
“Excuse me, Dr. Cuddy, do you have a moment?”
“Of course, Dr. Wilson - what is it? How’s the new place? Are you and your wife settling in alright here in Princeton?”
“We’re fine, thanks. I was wondering though, do you like musicals?”
“I go into Manhattan on occasion, and I liked the revival of Damn Yankees. Does that answer the question?”
“Well, it’s just that I have a friend who’s visiting from out of town, and four theater tickets for this weekend. I have to confess, I was hoping to invite Stacy initially, but she’s got a filing due on Monday so she had to cancel and…”
“And you thought I might be free? Sure, why not? I’ll meet you at the hospital, and we can all drive in together.”
Saturday
“Well, isn’t this socially awkward. Nice save on the introductions, though I’m not sure I’d consider us *friends* from medical school.”
“What was I going to say? Oh, that’s alright, Dr. Wilson, I’ve met Greg House before – he was the teaching assistant in my second-year forensic medicine class, regularly stole my cigarettes, and took great joy in writing sarcastic comments on my exam papers. And then there was that time we probably slept together, but we were both so drunk I can’t really remember most of it.”
“Liar. I borrowed a cigarette from you on exactly two occasions. And I gave you one once, so we’re practically even.”
“Can you just shut up so I can watch the show?”
“Only if you agree to come and have drink with me afterwards.”
“Why in the world would I want to do that?”
“We have to get our stories straight, for Wilson; otherwise he’s going to try to set us up together. He’s been trying to marry me off since the week we met – it’s like being best buddies with the world’s worst Jewish grandma.”
“Fine. One drink.”
Sunday
“Please tell me this isn’t happening.”
“Well, at least it’s not a repeat of last time, because *that* would just be a cliché. Thank goodness we went to your place, instead!”
“I’m going to make some coffee. Do you want a cup?”
“What, no cigarettes? Don’t tell me – you grew up and went for more acceptable forms of substance dependence, like alcohol and caffeine.”
“Look, do you want the coffee or not?”
“Mine’s black with two sugars.”
“And can we just pretend that last night never happened?”
“Yet again, you try to deny your overwhelming attraction to me. It’ll never work, you know. Yeah, that’s fine.”
“Then let us never speak of this again.”
2005
Tuesday
“Dr. House, I never thanked you for your help with Alfredo’s case. I know that it always seems that I don’t listen to you, but I do. And I’m grateful.”
“You know, if you were *really* grateful, you could let me off clinic duty for the next week.”
“Hmm, let me think about that minute – no. Not a chance. And by the way, you might want to tone it down with the innuendo. Someone might get the wrong idea.”
“Nonsense. The more obvious the solution, the less likely anyone is to believe it. It’s what we deductive types like to call ‘hiding in plain sight.’”
“Well, as long as we understand one another.”
“Oh, I think we do, my dear Doctor, I think we do.”
