Huddy & Lisa

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Actualización rapidísima si no quiero perder el bus. Y realmente no quiero perderlo, gracias por preguntar.

jayne_arts ha juntado todos los momentos shippers del 3X16 en un video. Ya podías hacer algún video musical huddy, eh? xDDD Y mil gracias por hacerlo!! ;)

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Cuddy: (knocks on office window, waking House from dream, enters office) Up and at 'em. (crosses to stand next to House, mildly) You're supposed to be in clinic duty.
House: (a bit dazed, in recliner) Yeah, like I can sleep down there with all the crying and coughing.
Cuddy: (sighs, hands over file) Here. Ex-marine. Thinks he has Gulf War Syndrome.
House: (rolls eyes) There's no such thing.
Cuddy: So he's been told. That hasn't stopped the unexplained fatigue, rashes and joint pain. (House looks down) And just so you know, he's the nephew of a benefactor I owe a favor, so you're gonna take this case whether you like it or not. (authoritative look)
House: (shrugs) Why wouldn't I want to take the case? The guy's tired and sore. (opens file) He's gonna be chapter one in my -- (stares at patient's picture; it's the guy from his dream)
Marine: (flashback to dream) Don't panic. Don't shoot us, and don't die.
Cuddy: (notices, flash of concern, steps closer) You know him?
House: (still looking at picture, preoccupied) Never met him before in my life.
Cuddy: Okaaaay, well, you're about to. He's on his way here. (House looks up) Get your ass up and get your team together. You have work to do. (leaves office, pausing to look back at House in concern)
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Cuddy: (House is observing patient's surgery; pauses in doorway) How is he?
House: (deadpan) He's dead.
Cuddy: (shocked, looks down) Oh ... god.
House: At least he will be in a few days. (Cuddy looks up sharply) The question is why? (Cuddy glares at him, shakes head, moves to join him at window) The only explanation is that the VA hospital screwed up.
Cuddy: (looking at surgery) There was definitely no mix-up. I had them recheck.
House: (scoffing) Yes. Why would a government agency lie to cover up a mistake. (removes pills from pocket; Cuddy studiously looks ahead) that might have caused the death of a guy they've been trying to kill for the last two years anyway? (takes Vicodin, then another pill)
Cuddy: (immediately turns to him) Did you just take two Vicodin?
House: (blandly) No. It was an antidepressant. (Cuddy lifts chin) I was told to take two every time you walked into the room.
Cuddy: (shakes head, sighs, lets it go, offers CT scan) The VA scan of his brain. (turns back to surgery) No tumors.
House: Yes, this is proof positive the *someone* didn't have tumors in his brain.
Cuddy: You see that bright spot below his left orbit? (House pauses) *That* is a titanium pin your patient had inserted 20 years ago. Unless you think the VA happened to mix up his scans with someone who had the exact same pin, they didn't screw up. (House concedes)
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House: (staring at hand, then frowns up at Cuddy, confused, background music swells, perspective starts to shift) Why are you even here?
Cuddy: (smiles gently) I'm always here. (echoing)
House: (tilts head) No you're not. (Cuddy back to staring) There's a reason. There has to be. (flashes of confused ducklings, a smiling Cuddy, a laughing Kelley; then House wakes up to find catheter has leaked over him in bed)
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House: (Cuddy exits patient room, slides door shut) I've been thinking about you. (Cuddy looks up surprised and pleased) You lied. (simply, not angry)
Cuddy: (shakes herself, moves towards nurses' station, not looking at House) I didn't lie. I simply chose not to share completely irrelevant facts.
House: (gazes a moment then strides closer) Like the fact that you *lied*. (Cuddy shakes head with small smile) No wonder I couldn't place his face. You were practically swallowing it on the dance floor. (nurse glances up)
Cuddy: (mild protest) I was not!
House: Talk about the cool uncle. He donates the money and the nephew gets the write-off. (Cuddy pauses, waiting) And, of course, by write-off, I mean he gets to put your ankles --
Cuddy: (turns swiftly, poking at his chest, cutting him off in a low tone) This is *exactly* why I didn't mention our one date over two years ago.
House: (stops at her touch, stunned for a moment, then looks down) Because of my T-shirt.
Cuddy: (grabs House's arm to drag him away from nurses' station, glancing at others, quietly) Because you are an obnoxious ass. Because you would have spent the whole time --
House: That's very smart. 'Cause this way I spent the whole time completely focused on the patient.
Cuddy: How did you even remember him? We were only at that party for, like, ten minutes.
House: (glances around) Is this some new health plan? You service the Dean of Medicine, and you get free health care for a year? (Cuddy realizes something, then smiles affectionately at House) Why are you smiling?
Cuddy: (continues to smile, looks almost touched) You remembered him *because* he made out with me.
House: (distinctly uncomfortable) I'm good with faces. (Cuddy looks even more appreciative) So this plan, is it open to anyone? Is there a co-pay?
Cuddy: (gently) You're lousy with faces.
House: Don't make this about me. This is your humiliation. (almost desperate) So how much for private room coverage?
Cuddy: (knowingly) Get over me. (walks away)
House: (at a loss for a moment, then he follows her) Gimmie a break. You hired me --
Cuddy: (turns back) 'Cause you're a good doctor who couldn't get himself hired at a blood bank, so I got you cheap.
House: (steps closer, shakes head, lowers voice) You gave me everything I asked for, because one night I gave *you* everything you --
Cuddy: (even closer, challengingly) Stop staring at my ass when you think I'm not looking, (House is taken aback) showing up at restaurants where I happen to be on a date, (House glances around) and fantasizing about me in the shower. That ship sailed long ago, House. Get over it. (walks away)
House: (raises eyebrow) If you're still referring to your ass, I think "that super-tanker sailed" would be the more precise metaphor. (Cuddy turns back, laughing, then continues sashaying away; House gazes after her, thoughtful; music swells)


Mañana hago un comentario del capitulo, que ya tengo los subs y entenderé más cosas ^^





Por ahora solo pongo una porque resulta que he hecho dos fotos del reportaje de Lisa y las he guardado en diskettes porque era ya casi hora de comer y no tenía el mp3 a mano y resulta que una foto me da error. Así que colgaré la segunda y si puedo en ir a casa intentaré subir la primera ^^ Subida la segunda!!




Ya lo sabeis pero os lo repito. Lisa está GUAPISIMA en el reportaje ♥

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