Dear huligans:
I have discovered that I had totally the wrong name for Lisa's dog! Apparently it is named Shazam, and I've been calling it Kapow all this time (of all things to screw up... lol) so please note that from now on, if the dog makes an appearance, it will have its correct name.
On with the show...
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“Whatever it is, just—say it quickly,” Lisa mumbled emptily, still playing with the glass baubles from the coffee table. Hugh stopped in front of her, shifting his weight slightly.
“Do Du have Mehr than one lipstick in the same shade?” She looked up at him, incredulous. “Maybe one that has a sealing agent and one that doesn’t?”
“How could that possibly be relevant to anything?” Lisa bit of the words as soon as they came out of her mouth. Hugh was watching her, gauging her every reaction. Finally he spoke.
“”You really don’t think you’re just… overreacting to the other night?”
Maybe…
Lisa sighed and braced herself to stand up. “Fine. I am overreacting. You’ve sagte plenty of lousy things to me before.” As she started to take a few steps away from where he stood, Hugh furrowed his brow, trying to decipher the double meaning behind her lines. “But reaching the final straw has been a good thing. Because it made me realize we not only don’t have a personal relationship…” Lisa met Hugh’s gaze with heartbreaking sincerity. “We never could.”
Forcing himself to believe that these were simply Cuddy’s lines and nothing further, Hugh stammered for a moment as he tried to gather his thoughts. “What… you—you’re… You’ve been overreacting… to something I said?”
Lisa was floundering—she knew the words, she knew what to say and she knew intellectually how to say them, but there was nothing there, nothing behind the lines, and she knew it… “You insulted me. I walked out. It’s nothing that hasn’t happened a hundred times before.” She stopped behind the schreibtisch and looked at him, waiting for his Weiter line. In her head she was already at home, in her bed, with her dog, ignoring her phone and quite possibly—she would even admit it to herself—having the worst cry of her life into her pillows. Hugh was taking a breath, going back over the series of events as House remembered them, turning to the door and then back to her woman standing there.
“No, no. That—that’s not what happened.” Lisa looked askance at him, starting to fall, as she always did, for the rarely seen vulnerability of his character. “I told you—that I needed you. Du helped me.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Are Du ok?”
Hugh shook his head at her, his eyes glazed over, Lost in thought. He reached into his pocket—ostensibly for the lipstick he’d been carrying around all through the episode, but when he opened his hand to reveal a medicine bottle…
Lisa’s lips parted in surprise as Hugh somehow managed to make himself two shades paler and drop the bottle to the ground, backing away from it until he hit the Wand Von the door, switching his cane to the other hand and landing hard on his bad leg. Following quickly, putting her hands on his shoulders, Lisa finally encouraged him to look into her eyes.
“Are Du ok?”
Hugh lifted his eyes to her, knowing that in the final cut there would be scenes interspersed throughout this silent interaction. His hands were trembling—whether from the scene oder from Lisa’s sudden ambiguity that had shaken him to his core, he wasn’t sure—and he closed his eyes, ducking his head. Lisa was there; she was always there, steady as a rock, lifting her hand to touch his face gently, and he looked at her.
Lisa, Lisa… I wish I could read your mind…
Hugh… Nothing else. What else was there?
There were her eyes, soft and full of pain; there were her lips, pursed with worry; there were her hands, gripping the material of his jacke in a completely different way than the last time she’d done it… He reached out and took hold of her shoulder, focusing on the textural feeling of her sweater under his fingers, and looked down again, gasping for breath. Lisa’s hand stroked his face gently, and she took note of the softness of his beard coming in, caught herself thinking that it wouldn’t scratch her face anymore, and quickly swallowed the jolt of pain that came when she realized the season was over and outside of any scenes, that was no longer a consideration. How could it be, now?
Hugh unconsciously leaned in just a little as he raised his gaze to her face once more, and Lisa sucked in a silent breath as she realized that she knew that look in his eyes. He wanted to KISS her. He knew he couldn’t, but he wanted to.
And she was Mehr than a little afraid that her eyes were saying exactly the same thing.
Out of nowhere, there was Anne.
“So…” she whispered evilly against his face as Lisa’s hand dropped out of the shot. “This is the story Du made up about who Du are. It’s a nice one.”
Hugh’s gaze reverted to the corner of the office, where Kal was standing quietly. “Too bad it isn’t true,” he sagte simply, and Hugh closed his eyes in pain before looking back at Lisa. Anne leaned back away and out of the shot, and Lisa couldn’t help it—her hand was moving, almost of its own volition, back to his face. This was likely to be the only goodbye they would have…
“No.” He sagte hoarsely, unable to focus. “I’m not ok.”
“That’s beautiful, guys!” David called a few moments later. “Lisa…” he came up and took her hands in his own, forcing her away from Hugh, who took the opportunity to escape through Cuddy’s door and around the corner, where there were no cast members oder crew people hovering over everything. “Lisa,” David sagte again, Küssen her cheek and receiving a perfunctory KISS back in kind. “That was gorgeous, as always. Listen, you’ll be at the wickeln, wickeln sie party, right? I know you’ve got a big vacation planned, but we’d all hate to miss you.”
“Oh, David…” she answered warily, looking over her shoulder and wondering where Hugh had gone. “I had planned on coming, of course—”
“Good. Good.” He grinned at her and squeezed her hands, and then life went on. There were Mehr scenes to shoot, another set to use, cast members floating in the door for their calls. Lisa saw a shadow Bewegen outside Cuddy’s door and pulled it open, looking around. A hand grabbed her wrist and yanked her backwards into a dark corner to the left, and she knew even before her eyes could register through the darkness—even though she had her back to him—it was Hugh.
Strong arms wrapped around her waist, pinning her to his chest. Lisa closed her eyes and leaned her head back into his chest, breathing in deeply and trying to gather up all of her strength. As his head ducked slightly to smell her hair, his nose barely touching the oben, nach oben of her ear through her hair, her breath hitched and she tried desperately to ignore the impulse to turn herself around in his arms and face him. Pulling his head away from hers just slightly, Hugh whispered huskily into her ear.
“I’ve got work to do.”
“I know,” she answered simply, her voice mirroring his.
“And Du are distracting the hell out of me.”
A faint smile danced across her lips. “I apologize.”
“I suppose you’re going Home now?” A hard lump formed in her throat, and she just nodded. “Ok… I was thinking… if I don’t get out too late tonight…” he sighed, and a few strands of hair blew lightly into her field of vision. “I want to see you. And since my house has no brot to satisfy your morning needs…”
Lisa leaned back unconsciously into his hips and heard his breath hiss through his teeth as he lowered his forehead onto her shoulder and started moving his thumb absently against the skin of her abdomen where her hemd, shirt had separated from her skirt. “You don’t know anything about my morning needs,” she teased lightly before she could stop herself. Then her face flushed and she realized she was falling into the same trap she always did.
“I could find out,” he mumbled into her neck, Küssen it lightly before pulling away entirely. Lisa licked her lips and closed her eyes, attempting to chase away any vestiges of hesitation. If ever she needed her training to save her, now was the time. She had a scene to play, and she needed to sell it.
“No,” she sagte quietly, and Hugh’s fingers stilled. “Hugh… Du need to go Home after you’re done tonight.”
“Oh—I plan on nailing the rest of my scenes this afternoon,” he started, but Lisa shook her head.
“I am not worrying about Du being up late, oder being tired for tomorrow, I just—you need to go back to your house and…” Lisa closed her eyes as she felt Hugh take hold of her shoulders and spin her around to face him. Her eyes opened slowly and they stared at each other for unending seconds. Finally, her eyes glassy, Lisa swallowed hard and smiled slightly at him. “You really can’t always get what Du want…” Hugh stared, frowning as he tried to comprehend her choice of phrase. “Can you?” She finished, her eyes giving him the most heartbreaking, pitying, sympathetic look he’d ever seen.
Hugh moistened his lower lip, still staring at her. As the crew began to sound like they were making their way toward the set on the other side of the wall, Lisa started to turn away to go back out and Hugh grabbed her bicep, turning her back in his direction, raising his hand to cup the side of her face and leaning in—but Lisa put her hand on his chest and moved her head so that Hugh’s lips landed on her temple.
“Hugh…” her voice broke. “Don’t.”
“Why?” His lips moved against her skin and she gasped slightly. “Lisa…”
“Please promise me.” She said, steeling herself and pushing herself away from him enough to look him in the eye. “Promise me that you’ll go Home when you’re done here tonight.”
What in hell…? Hugh’s eyes were conflicted, but Lisa’s were stern. Wet, sad… but stern. “This is that important to you…” he began, trying to make sense of everything.
“I am not going to break up your family,” Lisa said, her voice cracking on the last word. Hugh’s hands slipped away from her arm and face and Lisa took her chance—as soon as his grip lessened, she stepped back away from him, giving him one last desperate look before fleeing. Not stopping to speak to anyone, not pausing for a moment, she made her way to her trailer and locked herself in. It wasn’t until she was sure they had started filming again that she let herself out and made her way to her car, determined to make it back to her Home before having a complete and total breakdown.
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I have discovered that I had totally the wrong name for Lisa's dog! Apparently it is named Shazam, and I've been calling it Kapow all this time (of all things to screw up... lol) so please note that from now on, if the dog makes an appearance, it will have its correct name.
On with the show...
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“Whatever it is, just—say it quickly,” Lisa mumbled emptily, still playing with the glass baubles from the coffee table. Hugh stopped in front of her, shifting his weight slightly.
“Do Du have Mehr than one lipstick in the same shade?” She looked up at him, incredulous. “Maybe one that has a sealing agent and one that doesn’t?”
“How could that possibly be relevant to anything?” Lisa bit of the words as soon as they came out of her mouth. Hugh was watching her, gauging her every reaction. Finally he spoke.
“”You really don’t think you’re just… overreacting to the other night?”
Maybe…
Lisa sighed and braced herself to stand up. “Fine. I am overreacting. You’ve sagte plenty of lousy things to me before.” As she started to take a few steps away from where he stood, Hugh furrowed his brow, trying to decipher the double meaning behind her lines. “But reaching the final straw has been a good thing. Because it made me realize we not only don’t have a personal relationship…” Lisa met Hugh’s gaze with heartbreaking sincerity. “We never could.”
Forcing himself to believe that these were simply Cuddy’s lines and nothing further, Hugh stammered for a moment as he tried to gather his thoughts. “What… you—you’re… You’ve been overreacting… to something I said?”
Lisa was floundering—she knew the words, she knew what to say and she knew intellectually how to say them, but there was nothing there, nothing behind the lines, and she knew it… “You insulted me. I walked out. It’s nothing that hasn’t happened a hundred times before.” She stopped behind the schreibtisch and looked at him, waiting for his Weiter line. In her head she was already at home, in her bed, with her dog, ignoring her phone and quite possibly—she would even admit it to herself—having the worst cry of her life into her pillows. Hugh was taking a breath, going back over the series of events as House remembered them, turning to the door and then back to her woman standing there.
“No, no. That—that’s not what happened.” Lisa looked askance at him, starting to fall, as she always did, for the rarely seen vulnerability of his character. “I told you—that I needed you. Du helped me.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Are Du ok?”
Hugh shook his head at her, his eyes glazed over, Lost in thought. He reached into his pocket—ostensibly for the lipstick he’d been carrying around all through the episode, but when he opened his hand to reveal a medicine bottle…
Lisa’s lips parted in surprise as Hugh somehow managed to make himself two shades paler and drop the bottle to the ground, backing away from it until he hit the Wand Von the door, switching his cane to the other hand and landing hard on his bad leg. Following quickly, putting her hands on his shoulders, Lisa finally encouraged him to look into her eyes.
“Are Du ok?”
Hugh lifted his eyes to her, knowing that in the final cut there would be scenes interspersed throughout this silent interaction. His hands were trembling—whether from the scene oder from Lisa’s sudden ambiguity that had shaken him to his core, he wasn’t sure—and he closed his eyes, ducking his head. Lisa was there; she was always there, steady as a rock, lifting her hand to touch his face gently, and he looked at her.
Lisa, Lisa… I wish I could read your mind…
Hugh… Nothing else. What else was there?
There were her eyes, soft and full of pain; there were her lips, pursed with worry; there were her hands, gripping the material of his jacke in a completely different way than the last time she’d done it… He reached out and took hold of her shoulder, focusing on the textural feeling of her sweater under his fingers, and looked down again, gasping for breath. Lisa’s hand stroked his face gently, and she took note of the softness of his beard coming in, caught herself thinking that it wouldn’t scratch her face anymore, and quickly swallowed the jolt of pain that came when she realized the season was over and outside of any scenes, that was no longer a consideration. How could it be, now?
Hugh unconsciously leaned in just a little as he raised his gaze to her face once more, and Lisa sucked in a silent breath as she realized that she knew that look in his eyes. He wanted to KISS her. He knew he couldn’t, but he wanted to.
And she was Mehr than a little afraid that her eyes were saying exactly the same thing.
Out of nowhere, there was Anne.
“So…” she whispered evilly against his face as Lisa’s hand dropped out of the shot. “This is the story Du made up about who Du are. It’s a nice one.”
Hugh’s gaze reverted to the corner of the office, where Kal was standing quietly. “Too bad it isn’t true,” he sagte simply, and Hugh closed his eyes in pain before looking back at Lisa. Anne leaned back away and out of the shot, and Lisa couldn’t help it—her hand was moving, almost of its own volition, back to his face. This was likely to be the only goodbye they would have…
“No.” He sagte hoarsely, unable to focus. “I’m not ok.”
“That’s beautiful, guys!” David called a few moments later. “Lisa…” he came up and took her hands in his own, forcing her away from Hugh, who took the opportunity to escape through Cuddy’s door and around the corner, where there were no cast members oder crew people hovering over everything. “Lisa,” David sagte again, Küssen her cheek and receiving a perfunctory KISS back in kind. “That was gorgeous, as always. Listen, you’ll be at the wickeln, wickeln sie party, right? I know you’ve got a big vacation planned, but we’d all hate to miss you.”
“Oh, David…” she answered warily, looking over her shoulder and wondering where Hugh had gone. “I had planned on coming, of course—”
“Good. Good.” He grinned at her and squeezed her hands, and then life went on. There were Mehr scenes to shoot, another set to use, cast members floating in the door for their calls. Lisa saw a shadow Bewegen outside Cuddy’s door and pulled it open, looking around. A hand grabbed her wrist and yanked her backwards into a dark corner to the left, and she knew even before her eyes could register through the darkness—even though she had her back to him—it was Hugh.
Strong arms wrapped around her waist, pinning her to his chest. Lisa closed her eyes and leaned her head back into his chest, breathing in deeply and trying to gather up all of her strength. As his head ducked slightly to smell her hair, his nose barely touching the oben, nach oben of her ear through her hair, her breath hitched and she tried desperately to ignore the impulse to turn herself around in his arms and face him. Pulling his head away from hers just slightly, Hugh whispered huskily into her ear.
“I’ve got work to do.”
“I know,” she answered simply, her voice mirroring his.
“And Du are distracting the hell out of me.”
A faint smile danced across her lips. “I apologize.”
“I suppose you’re going Home now?” A hard lump formed in her throat, and she just nodded. “Ok… I was thinking… if I don’t get out too late tonight…” he sighed, and a few strands of hair blew lightly into her field of vision. “I want to see you. And since my house has no brot to satisfy your morning needs…”
Lisa leaned back unconsciously into his hips and heard his breath hiss through his teeth as he lowered his forehead onto her shoulder and started moving his thumb absently against the skin of her abdomen where her hemd, shirt had separated from her skirt. “You don’t know anything about my morning needs,” she teased lightly before she could stop herself. Then her face flushed and she realized she was falling into the same trap she always did.
“I could find out,” he mumbled into her neck, Küssen it lightly before pulling away entirely. Lisa licked her lips and closed her eyes, attempting to chase away any vestiges of hesitation. If ever she needed her training to save her, now was the time. She had a scene to play, and she needed to sell it.
“No,” she sagte quietly, and Hugh’s fingers stilled. “Hugh… Du need to go Home after you’re done tonight.”
“Oh—I plan on nailing the rest of my scenes this afternoon,” he started, but Lisa shook her head.
“I am not worrying about Du being up late, oder being tired for tomorrow, I just—you need to go back to your house and…” Lisa closed her eyes as she felt Hugh take hold of her shoulders and spin her around to face him. Her eyes opened slowly and they stared at each other for unending seconds. Finally, her eyes glassy, Lisa swallowed hard and smiled slightly at him. “You really can’t always get what Du want…” Hugh stared, frowning as he tried to comprehend her choice of phrase. “Can you?” She finished, her eyes giving him the most heartbreaking, pitying, sympathetic look he’d ever seen.
Hugh moistened his lower lip, still staring at her. As the crew began to sound like they were making their way toward the set on the other side of the wall, Lisa started to turn away to go back out and Hugh grabbed her bicep, turning her back in his direction, raising his hand to cup the side of her face and leaning in—but Lisa put her hand on his chest and moved her head so that Hugh’s lips landed on her temple.
“Hugh…” her voice broke. “Don’t.”
“Why?” His lips moved against her skin and she gasped slightly. “Lisa…”
“Please promise me.” She said, steeling herself and pushing herself away from him enough to look him in the eye. “Promise me that you’ll go Home when you’re done here tonight.”
What in hell…? Hugh’s eyes were conflicted, but Lisa’s were stern. Wet, sad… but stern. “This is that important to you…” he began, trying to make sense of everything.
“I am not going to break up your family,” Lisa said, her voice cracking on the last word. Hugh’s hands slipped away from her arm and face and Lisa took her chance—as soon as his grip lessened, she stepped back away from him, giving him one last desperate look before fleeing. Not stopping to speak to anyone, not pausing for a moment, she made her way to her trailer and locked herself in. It wasn’t until she was sure they had started filming again that she let herself out and made her way to her car, determined to make it back to her Home before having a complete and total breakdown.
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