Just a little one-shot written Von me in my spare time :)
A WARNING- In my world (or at least in this fic) House and Cuddy are happy, in a sustained, meaningful relationship. So bär with me on that.
As always....Enjoy!
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It was just begginning to snow.
Perfect.
House looked up at the sky as though hoping to see a confirmation from the clouds that the snow would continue. He got a snowflake in the eye as his answer.
He surveyed the balcony he stood on while he waited for her to arrive. The city of Princeton glittered below him, the individual lights of passing cars and windows flickered like torches in the darkness. The gently falling snow dusted the garland of woven stechpalme, holly and Weihnachten lights that adorned the balcony between his and Wilson's office. It was cold enough to wear a jacket, but not enough to send one inside.
Again. Perfect.
"She must be on her way up Von now..." House thought. He had left a note on her schreibtisch telling her to meet him in his office. Once he had confirmed she had read it, he raced (as fast as any cripple on a mission could) up to his designated spot.
He heard the "ding" of the elevator. He saw her walking toward his office door.
He quickly felt around for the ring box in his jacke pocket, partly to check if it was still there, partly for something to do with his hands. She was looking arond for him inside his office. He kept turned his gaze toward the street, leaning on the balcony in lieu of his cane.
She silently pushed open the door leading to the balcony and stepped into the night, her violett silk Jimmy Choo stilettoes crunching in the snow. He turned and saw her. He couldnt help but smile. She looked beautiful, as always.
She couldn't help but return the gesture. A true smile from Gregory House was such a rare phenomenon.
She had involuntarily stopped in the doorframe while they were sharing their private conversation, and upon realizing this, she continued forward.
"It's...cold out here" she said, the light from the city catching her eyes and rendering him speechless. He slowly slid off his jacke and placed it around her shoulders.
"Check the pocket"
She did.
Oh.My.God. She lifted the violett silk-covered ringbox (matching her shoes) from the pocket, then looked up at House. A tear slid down her cheek.
This was the part he had been dreading. He took her hand with the ring box in it and began the process of kneeling down. A lightening bolt of pain zapped through his infarcted muscle. He did his best to hide his pain, but he knew she could tell.
She could always tell.
She stopped him before he knelt any lower. Once he was up to his full height, he looked her full in the face. Wiping a tear from her eye, he finally popped the question:
"Lisa Cuddy...will Du marry me?"
She was silent.
He squeezed her ring box hand.
"Please say yes..." he whispered
She opened the ring box and placed the ring on her own finger.
"Of course"
A WARNING- In my world (or at least in this fic) House and Cuddy are happy, in a sustained, meaningful relationship. So bär with me on that.
As always....Enjoy!
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It was just begginning to snow.
Perfect.
House looked up at the sky as though hoping to see a confirmation from the clouds that the snow would continue. He got a snowflake in the eye as his answer.
He surveyed the balcony he stood on while he waited for her to arrive. The city of Princeton glittered below him, the individual lights of passing cars and windows flickered like torches in the darkness. The gently falling snow dusted the garland of woven stechpalme, holly and Weihnachten lights that adorned the balcony between his and Wilson's office. It was cold enough to wear a jacket, but not enough to send one inside.
Again. Perfect.
"She must be on her way up Von now..." House thought. He had left a note on her schreibtisch telling her to meet him in his office. Once he had confirmed she had read it, he raced (as fast as any cripple on a mission could) up to his designated spot.
He heard the "ding" of the elevator. He saw her walking toward his office door.
He quickly felt around for the ring box in his jacke pocket, partly to check if it was still there, partly for something to do with his hands. She was looking arond for him inside his office. He kept turned his gaze toward the street, leaning on the balcony in lieu of his cane.
She silently pushed open the door leading to the balcony and stepped into the night, her violett silk Jimmy Choo stilettoes crunching in the snow. He turned and saw her. He couldnt help but smile. She looked beautiful, as always.
She couldn't help but return the gesture. A true smile from Gregory House was such a rare phenomenon.
She had involuntarily stopped in the doorframe while they were sharing their private conversation, and upon realizing this, she continued forward.
"It's...cold out here" she said, the light from the city catching her eyes and rendering him speechless. He slowly slid off his jacke and placed it around her shoulders.
"Check the pocket"
She did.
Oh.My.God. She lifted the violett silk-covered ringbox (matching her shoes) from the pocket, then looked up at House. A tear slid down her cheek.
This was the part he had been dreading. He took her hand with the ring box in it and began the process of kneeling down. A lightening bolt of pain zapped through his infarcted muscle. He did his best to hide his pain, but he knew she could tell.
She could always tell.
She stopped him before he knelt any lower. Once he was up to his full height, he looked her full in the face. Wiping a tear from her eye, he finally popped the question:
"Lisa Cuddy...will Du marry me?"
She was silent.
He squeezed her ring box hand.
"Please say yes..." he whispered
She opened the ring box and placed the ring on her own finger.
"Of course"
Juan Francisco. 1780's look that House might have decided to wear..
