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Having heard the (rightful) bemoaning of a lack of passionate lip wrestling thus far in the season, I have taken the most promising premise for the upcoming episodes (A Pox On Our House) and written up a possible ending to the episode. This does not in any way mean that I

A) have seen the script

2) have seen the episode

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III) reside under gardens and create troublesome holes for granny-types who curse my existence.

This is just me providing one possible scenario for the end of that particular episode. Now, from what we understand, there is some kind of way that House risks his life to save a patient, the CDC is (I believe) involved, and House is most likely locked in and can't be let out--at least this is my interpretation of the spoilers and 사진 I've seen.

So without further ado...

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    "House!" Foreman stood at the front of a crowd of onlookers, banging on the glass of the isolation room wall. "Come on, let us see it! Is it clear?"

    Cuddy was leaning against the far wall, her arms crossed over her chest, biting her lip.

    "That sample comes back red, 당신 know we can't let him out of there." The CDC official looked down at her from where he stood to her side. "It's not going to be easy, I know--but we have no choice. He knew it was a possibility when he went in there."

    Cuddy glared slightly at the man.

    "I know that, Dr. Stein. He should have the results in just a few moments."

    "I know he's a valued colleague, but 당신 have to realize--"

    "I realize perfectly well. I think he's done."

    House was standing at the glass, holding up a specimen cup for Foreman and Chase to peer at through the barrier. Then, slowly, a wave of excited conversation began to grow and build upon itself as a CDC doctor ran up to his boss, barely nodding at Cuddy before giving his report.

    "The sample was negative. We can let them both out--it's not contagious. Shall I unlock the door?"

    "Let him out!" Dr. Stein reached over and shook Cuddy's hand, not noticing as it trembled slightly in his grip. "Congratulations, Dr. Cuddy. We'll be out of your hair shortly."

    Cuddy barely noticed as they walked away; her eyes were focused entirely on House's face as he exited the area, removing his biohazard suit. When he finally looked up at her, her jaw dropped slightly--there it was, his normal cocky shit-eating grin--as if they hadn't just been through hell. As if--

    Turning sharply on her heel, her eyes stinging, she made her way quickly back to her office. House had been proven right, which meant that she was no longer needed on site. The ER was fully capable of taking over from here. Cuddy was 더 많이 than done for the day.

    So of course just 분 after she sat at her desk, House let himself into her office. Cuddy set her palms flat on the 책상, 데스크 and stood, glaring at him.

    "What do 당신 want, House?"

    "Patient's going to be fine. Another life saved."

    "Another job well done." Her sarcasm was withering. House frowned.

    "If we had let the CDC--"

    "I know all that. I know why 당신 did it. But do 당신 have any idea what I've been through these last few--" Cuddy's gaze was drawn to House's knuckles, white and tense where he gripped his cane. She slowly came around the front of her 책상, 데스크 and stood, looking carefully at his hand, her gaze drifting to his face. Her voice nearly cracked in disbelief. "You're shaking."

    The cane thudded to the floor almost as an afterthought--House released it and took three long, painful, unsupported strides forward, catching Cuddy up into his arms and lowering his lips onto hers hungrily. Instinctively she responded, reaching up to take hold of his head, pulling him down, tracing his lower lip with her tongue, tasting him--the sweat, the desire--yes, even the fear that he had so carefully, convincingly hid even from her. His arms were crushingly tight around her back, his breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps. Pulling back enough to 키스 him softly one 더 많이 time, Cuddy wrapped her arms around his neck, closing her eyes and breathing deeply, her face turned into his hair.

    "House..." she whispered, and his arms tightened convulsively around her. "I was scared. I thought--I might never have been able to--"

    "I know." House ducked his head to her shoulder.

    "Promise me you'll never do that again."

    "Well of course I'm going to do it again," he said, taking a step back and forcing her to meet his gaze. Cuddy removed her hands down to his biceps, glaring menacingly at him. "If something like this happened again I would do it exactly the same way. The patient would have died."

    "You could have died."

    "Yes."

    "House..." Cuddy sighed. Of course he would do it again. He was right, after all. Why did he always have to be right?

    "Cuddy..." he mimicked. Then his eyes softened and he leaned down again, 키싱 her slowly--languidly--taking his time and leaving her thoroughly breathless. Slowly they separated, eyes darkened. House grinned rakishly at her, his mischievous look not taking away from the truth of his words. "I'm not going to die. For once there's someone who would miss me."

    "More than just me," Cuddy said throatily, running her hands down his arms and lacing their fingers together. "I mean you'll always have Wilson... and just think how broken-hearted the weird night janitor would be!"

    A second; a pause; and then House's laughter rang out, loud enough that the nurses outside wondered--what could their boss possibly have said to make Dr. House react in that manner?

    "Any money," Nurse Brenda said in an aside to Nurse Jeffrey, "She told him we're closing the clinic."