Fic: Thoughts Can Be Deceiving

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Title: Thoughts Can Be Deceiving  

Author:storm_december 

Date: 12/23/08
Pairing: House/Foreman
Rating: G /PG-13 

Disclaimer: Not mine and no profit made.  

 

A/N: This is my first FF ever. I read them I just really such at writing them so you have been warned. This came to me in the place between waking and dream and I wrote it down. So here it is and I hope you enjoy.  

 

Summery: Foreman thought House was sick…

 

 

Part One:

Foreman’s Thoughts

 

Foreman thought House was sick… when he quietly entered the common part of the office, where they did their differentials, looked around the room at all present for a moment. Then he somberly entered his office, shutting his blinds as he passed them. The only noise left in the room, was the quiet sigh of House’s door closing.

 

That is until later that day when during a differential House was his normal, if not slightly worse, recalcitrant self.

 

Foreman thought House was suicidal… when he saw him screaming and yelling insults and obscenities, sending two nurses running out of a patient’s room and towards Cuddy’s office crying.

 

That is until he spotted Cuddy later, leaning against a wall watching House with sad glistening eyes.   

 

Foreman thought House was crazy… when he tried to ask him what was wrong and House started screaming and yelling at him and eventually threw his cane at Foreman’s head to get him out of his office.

 

That is until… 

 

Foreman thought House was suffering from DID… when the next day House did his best to try and keep Foreman close to him, in a very House like way. Meaning, things went back to normal, except House was making a conscious effort to be near Foreman more often, on the pretence of being able to insult him more often that way of course.    

 

Foreman thought House had finally gone off the deep end… when he went looking for House to update him on their latest patient, and found him in Wilson’s office asking questions and talking as if Wilson was in there talking back.

 

That is until Foreman found out what was wrong with Wilson. And as he banged on the door for what felt like the thousandth time before it finally opened, and he was able to really look at House since this whole thing started. 

 

Foreman thought House was…just sad.  

 

And as House stood there staring him in the eyes Foreman stood there leaning against the doorframe staring back, knowing that any form of platitudes would just be insulting more than anything right now. 

 

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Part Two:

Cuddy’s Thoughts

 

Cuddy thought House would be in her office ranting and raving at her to run Wilson’s tests again, or find a better doctor because everyone who works there are all idiots except him. Or come in yelling for anything at all when he found out about Wilson.

 

But he didn’t.

 

He was quiet, and somber. 

 

Cuddy thought House would be in denial and stay as far away from Wilson as possible during his first rounds of chemotherapy.

 

But he didn’t.

 

He was right there in Wilson’s room screaming and yelling, running off “inept” nurses and bringing them to tears.

 

Cuddy thought House would start popping more pills because his leg would start hurting more in response to his emotional pain.

 

But he didn’t.

 

He seemed to take the same obscene amount of pills as he always did.   

 

Cuddy thought House would push everyone away like he was doing her, and try to cope with what was happening alone.

 

But he didn’t.

 

He seemed to gravitate to Dr. Foreman.

 

Cuddy thought she was going crazy because none of it was making any sense. And other than the periods of yelling the last couple of days, House was…House. Something was up, she just didn’t know what and it aggravated her; and worried her.  

 

As Cuddy was walking through the garage after work still thinking about what was going on with House, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. She glanced up distractedly then did a double take, before she lowered her head and quickened her steps to her car.

 

Cuddy thought it was nothing really; House just had Dr. Foreman pressed up against his car in a lip lock. And while it was shocking it’s not what truly mattered. She smiled sadly as she drove out of the garage. No Cuddy thought, what truly mattered was that she didn’t have to worry…much.

 

~~*~Fin~*~~