Chapter 5: ‘Cause all I can taste is this moment
Kutner jerked awake. He’d been about to roll of the side of his chair. He knew where he was right away, but it took him a 분 to figure out how he’d gotten there. Then he remembered.
He looked over to the couch. Thirteen was still asleep. He checked the clock.
“Crap,” he muttered. It was five to nine.
“Thirteen,” he said loudly, hoping it would work so he wouldn’t have to touch her. “Come on, get up.”
It didn’t work, but he had another idea. He grabbed the cushion she was using for a 베개 and yanked it out from under her head.
“What—?” Thirteen began, shooting into a sitting position, her head colliding with Kutner, who hadn’t had enough time to jump out of the way.
“Ouch,” Kutner said, his hand going to the newly formed bump on his forehead. “Why is 당신 head so hard?”
“I was about to ask 당신 the same question,” Thirteen said, massaging her forehead.
Kutner sat down on the 침상, 소파 rubbing his temples.
“Are 당신 okay?” Thirteen asked.
“I’m good,” Kutner mumbled, slumping against the back of the couch. “You okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” Thirteen said, looking worried.
“House will be here in,” Kutner glanced at the clock. “Two minutes. We better go.”
“Are 당신 okay to walk?” Thirteen asked uncertainly.
“Yeah, let’s just go,” Kutner stood up and wobbled a little.
“Put your hand on my shoulder for support,” Thirteen instructed, standing up as well.
Kutner did as she told him, and they made their way slowly back to House’s office.
Luckily, House seemed to be running late, as did Taub, probably due to the fact that he had been up most of the night and was trying to get as much sleep as possible, but the 재킷, 자 켓 hanging over one of the chairs showed that Foreman had come and gone.
Kutner took a 좌석 at the table.
“Are 당신 okay now?” Thirteen asked, going over to the coffee machine.
“Yeah,” Kutner answered.
“Looks like Foreman made coffee,” Thirteen said surprised as she began to make her own coffee.
“He probably just got here first and didn’t want to wait for it,” Kutner said, getting up and joining Thirteen at the coffee machine.
Kutner sat back down at the table, and Thirteen took the chair across from him with her own coffee soon after.
They sat silently drinking coffee, and Kutner realized, even if they weren’t talking, even if they weren’t even looking at each other, that sitting in that conference room with Thirteen was where he wanted to be.
Kutner jerked awake. He’d been about to roll of the side of his chair. He knew where he was right away, but it took him a 분 to figure out how he’d gotten there. Then he remembered.
He looked over to the couch. Thirteen was still asleep. He checked the clock.
“Crap,” he muttered. It was five to nine.
“Thirteen,” he said loudly, hoping it would work so he wouldn’t have to touch her. “Come on, get up.”
It didn’t work, but he had another idea. He grabbed the cushion she was using for a 베개 and yanked it out from under her head.
“What—?” Thirteen began, shooting into a sitting position, her head colliding with Kutner, who hadn’t had enough time to jump out of the way.
“Ouch,” Kutner said, his hand going to the newly formed bump on his forehead. “Why is 당신 head so hard?”
“I was about to ask 당신 the same question,” Thirteen said, massaging her forehead.
Kutner sat down on the 침상, 소파 rubbing his temples.
“Are 당신 okay?” Thirteen asked.
“I’m good,” Kutner mumbled, slumping against the back of the couch. “You okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” Thirteen said, looking worried.
“House will be here in,” Kutner glanced at the clock. “Two minutes. We better go.”
“Are 당신 okay to walk?” Thirteen asked uncertainly.
“Yeah, let’s just go,” Kutner stood up and wobbled a little.
“Put your hand on my shoulder for support,” Thirteen instructed, standing up as well.
Kutner did as she told him, and they made their way slowly back to House’s office.
Luckily, House seemed to be running late, as did Taub, probably due to the fact that he had been up most of the night and was trying to get as much sleep as possible, but the 재킷, 자 켓 hanging over one of the chairs showed that Foreman had come and gone.
Kutner took a 좌석 at the table.
“Are 당신 okay now?” Thirteen asked, going over to the coffee machine.
“Yeah,” Kutner answered.
“Looks like Foreman made coffee,” Thirteen said surprised as she began to make her own coffee.
“He probably just got here first and didn’t want to wait for it,” Kutner said, getting up and joining Thirteen at the coffee machine.
Kutner sat back down at the table, and Thirteen took the chair across from him with her own coffee soon after.
They sat silently drinking coffee, and Kutner realized, even if they weren’t talking, even if they weren’t even looking at each other, that sitting in that conference room with Thirteen was where he wanted to be.
Ok guys this is my first time 글쓰기 a 팬 fiction, and I know its like way short but this is just the way I think the scene should have played out. So don’t be to brutal, okay : )!!!!
Alternate scene for “Let Them Eat Cake”
Cuddy- We all know this is going somewhere… I think we should 키스 now.
House- We already did that
He places his hand on her chest.
Cuddy blushes and then chuckles realizing that this was rational for House. She takes his hand and brings it to her hip, throws her arms around his neck and gives him a long kiss.
Cuddy- And it won’t be the last time.
Alternate scene for “Let Them Eat Cake”
Cuddy- We all know this is going somewhere… I think we should 키스 now.
House- We already did that
He places his hand on her chest.
Cuddy blushes and then chuckles realizing that this was rational for House. She takes his hand and brings it to her hip, throws her arms around his neck and gives him a long kiss.
Cuddy- And it won’t be the last time.