Music Notes; Huli RPF
Music Notes
Summary: Hugh plays Lisa some piano.
Pairing: Hugh/Lisa
Genre: RPF [real person fanfiction]
Rating: K+
AN: Written around summer of '09; set in March of '09.
Lisa Edelstein flipped through the most recent script she had received, it was the season finale for House, and already halfway through it, she was mixed upon the very idea of it. Her eyes were narrowed slightly as they skimmed over the words and every now and then, she would sigh as she read a line. The room she was in was dimly lit, and the two other chairs were empty, even though different scripts, notebooks and pens littered the table around her. A noise made her look up, and Lisa nodded as she saw her guest.
“Hugh,” Lisa held up the script, “you don’t want to read this, it’s the final copy of the finale, ‘Both Sides Now’, and it’s definitely different than the other seasons.”
Hugh nodded in reply, “I know, I saw it,” he looked at the music in his hand, “Do you mind if I play a bit?”
“Of course not,” Lisa smiled, “I love hearing you play,” she took a sip of the coffee she held in her hand and nodded towards the piano.
“Thanks,” Hugh set the music on the stand and pulled out a bottle of beer from the small fridge besides it, his eyes resting upon the music the whole time. Taking a sip, he shuffled through the music and unfolded a song on the stand and sat down, resting his fingers on the keys, beginning to play.
Lisa rose after a few moments and moved to a chair closer to the piano, resting her feet on the piano stool, “That’s ‘Cuddy’s Serenade’ isn’t it?” She asked, looking confused at Hugh shook his head. “Then what is it?”
“It’s a song I wrote,” Hugh explained, not looking towards her, “Shore wanted to use it as ‘Cuddy’s Serenade’ though, I gave him a variant for it though, this is the original.” He flipped the page and continued to play, “It’s also a longer version of the song, I took out a few measures on the second page, since it sounds a little like the theme.”
“For House?” Lisa gave a short laugh as Hugh began the portion he had cut out, “Really … this is too pretty to put that in, although it fits really well.” She rose and reseated herself besides Hugh on the piano stool, taking the first page off the stand and skimming it over.
“Complicated huh?” Hugh smiled, glancing quickly at Lisa’s surprised look.
“A little,” she admitted, setting the music down, “Not for you though,” Lisa looked at Hugh, seeing him blush slightly, “Are you blushing, Hugh Laurie?”
“I don’t consider myself good Lisa,” Hugh replied, “Probably average,” he flipped the page to the last one, and continued.
“An ‘average’ player can’t write music this good Hugh,” Lisa sighed, “I mean, they can, but nothing like this. It has so many different sounds in it; classical, Christmas-styled, and a bit Jewish; all at the same time.”
“And, ironically, I wrote this last summer,” Hugh replied, “When I realized …” he trailed off, as he finished, looking slightly embarrassed.
“What? ‘When you realized…?’ What, did you realize?” Lisa asked quietly, “Not to pry or anything,” she wrapped an arm comfortingly around his shoulder.
“Nothing,” Hugh responded, automatically wrapping his arm around her and pulling her closer, “well, actually, it was something.”
“What?” Lisa asked, looking into Hugh’s eyes; there was a far away, sad look that she hadn’t seen before and it made her heart melt. “What’s been bothering you Hugh?”
“You know how Jo hasn’t been coming to visit a lot?” Hugh began, “Well, it’s because I don’t want her here.”
“‘You don’t want her here?’” Lisa repeated, “Why not?”
“I’m not in love with her anymore Lisa,” Hugh responded sadly, “I want to divorce her, but every time I bring up the subject of possibly getting a divorce or reconsidering our marriage, she always changes the topic.”
“I’m sorry,” Lisa whispered, feeling a bit of hope flare up in her chest as Hugh sighed.
“Don’t be Lisa,” Hugh responded harshly, “You’re the last person who should be sorry about it.” He sighed, “There’s nothing we can do about it Lisa, it’s just not working. Between Jo’s forcefulness to stay together, mine to get out of this, the distance between us, the little time we spend together and her inability to deal with my work schedule when she’s here. I need someone who’s able to accept all that and she’s not the one.”
“Oh,” Lisa turned to face Hugh, squeezing his hand, “Then Jo just has to accept that, I’ll bet she knows that your marriage isn’t going to work out. If she really does love you, even though it’ll hurt, she just will have to let go and move on. Some things don’t always turn out the way you hope, or at least they don’t the first time.”
“I like the way you think Edelstein,” Hugh laughed, using her last name, “Logical but completely witty.” Lisa laughed too, her eyes sparkling slightly.
“Okay, my turn,” Lisa looked at Hugh, seeing his eyes narrow, “I insist that you answer honestly to this.” She smiled, seeing Hugh laugh, “Have you ever been in love with someone so much that you can’t stop thinking about them, but you’re too worried about your friendship to say anything. But you think the other person feels the same way too.”
“Actually,” Hugh began, “that’s sort of how I feel right now.”
“Really?” Lisa blushed, “That’s not weird at all,” she looked up, “Mind if I ask who it is?”
“Only if you tell me who it is for you,” Hugh laughed, trying to beat down the hopeful feeling that rose in his throat.
“Deal,” Lisa smiled, suddenly feeling awkward as Hugh sighed again.
“Promise you won’t kill me?” Hugh asked, “I’d really like to finish the season, then you can kill me.”
“Promise,” Lisa laughed, “Now spill,” she paused as Hugh took a drink of his beer.
“Well, can I describe her?” Hugh asked, looking curious.
“I guess,” Lisa shrugged.
“Well, she’s really pretty,” Hugh began, “has the most beautiful eyes in the world, and apparently has a mean streak that not many people know about.” Hugh stopped, seeing Lisa laugh.
“Okay, three hints at a time,” Lisa interrupted, “Let me tell you now.” She smiled, “Well, he’s really nice, though not many people see that side of him, he’s a great actor, and loves music.”
“Lisa?” Hugh cut her off, trying not to look too hopeful, “Who are you talking about?” He ignored the fact that Lisa was suddenly fidgeting with her sweater buttons, which, even though he tried not to look, showed a very tight and low-cut t-shirt underneath.
“Stop looking,” Lisa laughed, letting her sweater fall off her shoulders, “It’s weird,” she looked up, catching her breath slightly at she looked into his eyes.
“By any chance Lisa,” Hugh began, “Are you talking about me?” He asked, putting a tentative arm around Lisa’s waist. Lisa only got a spit second to nod, before Hugh pressed his lips briefly to hers, only allowing a few moments before he pulled away.
“Hugh?” Lisa asked, allowing his arm to stay around her waist as his other hand fiddled with the zipper on her skirt, “That’s my skirt,” she whispered as Hugh looked into her eyes.
“Lisa,” Hugh whispered, “I love you.” He paused, looking awkwardly at their position, “I don’t know if you feel the same way about me, but I’d do anything to make you happy right now.”
“Hugh,” Lisa responded quietly, “I am happy right now.” She smiled, feeling Hugh tug on her skirt’s zipper, “You make me happy.”
“Lisa,” Hugh began, sliding her zipper down a few inches, he glanced pointedly at the door then wrapped his arms around her waist, “We are alone.”
“But the place is crawling with the rest of the cast members,” Lisa whispered as Hugh tugged at the waistband of her skirt, pulling it down a few inches, “Be patient, you’ll get time later. When we’re alone and can’t be bothered.” She twisted her hips slightly, jerking the zipper out of Hugh’s fingers and smirked, zipping her skirt back up.
“Minx,” Hugh laughed, as Lisa rose and moved towards the couch where she had originally sat, swaying her hips a bit more than usual.
“Stupid English bastard,” Lisa smirked over her shoulder, seeing Hugh’s teasing smile. She settled herself on the couch and patted the space next to her, “Come on, it’s more comfortable here than the piano bench.” Rising, Hugh picked up his music and placed it on the table in front of them, before joining Lisa on the couch. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and ran his fingers through her hair as she curled up in his arms, closing her eyes.
After a few moments, Lisa buried her face on his shoulder, speaking into it, “Hugh?” he voice came out a bit muffled, “You know how you said that when you wrote that song, you realized something. What exactly did you realize?”
“That I was in love with you,” Hugh responded, tilting Lisa’s chin towards his.
“Idiot,” Lisa laughed quietly, "You didn't need to be nervous to tell me that." She smiled, kissing his check lightly, then his lips; "I love you too."
Summary: Hugh plays Lisa some piano.
Pairing: Hugh/Lisa
Genre: RPF [real person fanfiction]
Rating: K+
AN: Written around summer of '09; set in March of '09.
Lisa Edelstein flipped through the most recent script she had received, it was the season finale for House, and already halfway through it, she was mixed upon the very idea of it. Her eyes were narrowed slightly as they skimmed over the words and every now and then, she would sigh as she read a line. The room she was in was dimly lit, and the two other chairs were empty, even though different scripts, notebooks and pens littered the table around her. A noise made her look up, and Lisa nodded as she saw her guest.
“Hugh,” Lisa held up the script, “you don’t want to read this, it’s the final copy of the finale, ‘Both Sides Now’, and it’s definitely different than the other seasons.”
Hugh nodded in reply, “I know, I saw it,” he looked at the music in his hand, “Do you mind if I play a bit?”
“Of course not,” Lisa smiled, “I love hearing you play,” she took a sip of the coffee she held in her hand and nodded towards the piano.
“Thanks,” Hugh set the music on the stand and pulled out a bottle of beer from the small fridge besides it, his eyes resting upon the music the whole time. Taking a sip, he shuffled through the music and unfolded a song on the stand and sat down, resting his fingers on the keys, beginning to play.
Lisa rose after a few moments and moved to a chair closer to the piano, resting her feet on the piano stool, “That’s ‘Cuddy’s Serenade’ isn’t it?” She asked, looking confused at Hugh shook his head. “Then what is it?”
“It’s a song I wrote,” Hugh explained, not looking towards her, “Shore wanted to use it as ‘Cuddy’s Serenade’ though, I gave him a variant for it though, this is the original.” He flipped the page and continued to play, “It’s also a longer version of the song, I took out a few measures on the second page, since it sounds a little like the theme.”
“For House?” Lisa gave a short laugh as Hugh began the portion he had cut out, “Really … this is too pretty to put that in, although it fits really well.” She rose and reseated herself besides Hugh on the piano stool, taking the first page off the stand and skimming it over.
“Complicated huh?” Hugh smiled, glancing quickly at Lisa’s surprised look.
“A little,” she admitted, setting the music down, “Not for you though,” Lisa looked at Hugh, seeing him blush slightly, “Are you blushing, Hugh Laurie?”
“I don’t consider myself good Lisa,” Hugh replied, “Probably average,” he flipped the page to the last one, and continued.
“An ‘average’ player can’t write music this good Hugh,” Lisa sighed, “I mean, they can, but nothing like this. It has so many different sounds in it; classical, Christmas-styled, and a bit Jewish; all at the same time.”
“And, ironically, I wrote this last summer,” Hugh replied, “When I realized …” he trailed off, as he finished, looking slightly embarrassed.
“What? ‘When you realized…?’ What, did you realize?” Lisa asked quietly, “Not to pry or anything,” she wrapped an arm comfortingly around his shoulder.
“Nothing,” Hugh responded, automatically wrapping his arm around her and pulling her closer, “well, actually, it was something.”
“What?” Lisa asked, looking into Hugh’s eyes; there was a far away, sad look that she hadn’t seen before and it made her heart melt. “What’s been bothering you Hugh?”
“You know how Jo hasn’t been coming to visit a lot?” Hugh began, “Well, it’s because I don’t want her here.”
“‘You don’t want her here?’” Lisa repeated, “Why not?”
“I’m not in love with her anymore Lisa,” Hugh responded sadly, “I want to divorce her, but every time I bring up the subject of possibly getting a divorce or reconsidering our marriage, she always changes the topic.”
“I’m sorry,” Lisa whispered, feeling a bit of hope flare up in her chest as Hugh sighed.
“Don’t be Lisa,” Hugh responded harshly, “You’re the last person who should be sorry about it.” He sighed, “There’s nothing we can do about it Lisa, it’s just not working. Between Jo’s forcefulness to stay together, mine to get out of this, the distance between us, the little time we spend together and her inability to deal with my work schedule when she’s here. I need someone who’s able to accept all that and she’s not the one.”
“Oh,” Lisa turned to face Hugh, squeezing his hand, “Then Jo just has to accept that, I’ll bet she knows that your marriage isn’t going to work out. If she really does love you, even though it’ll hurt, she just will have to let go and move on. Some things don’t always turn out the way you hope, or at least they don’t the first time.”
“I like the way you think Edelstein,” Hugh laughed, using her last name, “Logical but completely witty.” Lisa laughed too, her eyes sparkling slightly.
“Okay, my turn,” Lisa looked at Hugh, seeing his eyes narrow, “I insist that you answer honestly to this.” She smiled, seeing Hugh laugh, “Have you ever been in love with someone so much that you can’t stop thinking about them, but you’re too worried about your friendship to say anything. But you think the other person feels the same way too.”
“Actually,” Hugh began, “that’s sort of how I feel right now.”
“Really?” Lisa blushed, “That’s not weird at all,” she looked up, “Mind if I ask who it is?”
“Only if you tell me who it is for you,” Hugh laughed, trying to beat down the hopeful feeling that rose in his throat.
“Deal,” Lisa smiled, suddenly feeling awkward as Hugh sighed again.
“Promise you won’t kill me?” Hugh asked, “I’d really like to finish the season, then you can kill me.”
“Promise,” Lisa laughed, “Now spill,” she paused as Hugh took a drink of his beer.
“Well, can I describe her?” Hugh asked, looking curious.
“I guess,” Lisa shrugged.
“Well, she’s really pretty,” Hugh began, “has the most beautiful eyes in the world, and apparently has a mean streak that not many people know about.” Hugh stopped, seeing Lisa laugh.
“Okay, three hints at a time,” Lisa interrupted, “Let me tell you now.” She smiled, “Well, he’s really nice, though not many people see that side of him, he’s a great actor, and loves music.”
“Lisa?” Hugh cut her off, trying not to look too hopeful, “Who are you talking about?” He ignored the fact that Lisa was suddenly fidgeting with her sweater buttons, which, even though he tried not to look, showed a very tight and low-cut t-shirt underneath.
“Stop looking,” Lisa laughed, letting her sweater fall off her shoulders, “It’s weird,” she looked up, catching her breath slightly at she looked into his eyes.
“By any chance Lisa,” Hugh began, “Are you talking about me?” He asked, putting a tentative arm around Lisa’s waist. Lisa only got a spit second to nod, before Hugh pressed his lips briefly to hers, only allowing a few moments before he pulled away.
“Hugh?” Lisa asked, allowing his arm to stay around her waist as his other hand fiddled with the zipper on her skirt, “That’s my skirt,” she whispered as Hugh looked into her eyes.
“Lisa,” Hugh whispered, “I love you.” He paused, looking awkwardly at their position, “I don’t know if you feel the same way about me, but I’d do anything to make you happy right now.”
“Hugh,” Lisa responded quietly, “I am happy right now.” She smiled, feeling Hugh tug on her skirt’s zipper, “You make me happy.”
“Lisa,” Hugh began, sliding her zipper down a few inches, he glanced pointedly at the door then wrapped his arms around her waist, “We are alone.”
“But the place is crawling with the rest of the cast members,” Lisa whispered as Hugh tugged at the waistband of her skirt, pulling it down a few inches, “Be patient, you’ll get time later. When we’re alone and can’t be bothered.” She twisted her hips slightly, jerking the zipper out of Hugh’s fingers and smirked, zipping her skirt back up.
“Minx,” Hugh laughed, as Lisa rose and moved towards the couch where she had originally sat, swaying her hips a bit more than usual.
“Stupid English bastard,” Lisa smirked over her shoulder, seeing Hugh’s teasing smile. She settled herself on the couch and patted the space next to her, “Come on, it’s more comfortable here than the piano bench.” Rising, Hugh picked up his music and placed it on the table in front of them, before joining Lisa on the couch. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and ran his fingers through her hair as she curled up in his arms, closing her eyes.
After a few moments, Lisa buried her face on his shoulder, speaking into it, “Hugh?” he voice came out a bit muffled, “You know how you said that when you wrote that song, you realized something. What exactly did you realize?”
“That I was in love with you,” Hugh responded, tilting Lisa’s chin towards his.
“Idiot,” Lisa laughed quietly, "You didn't need to be nervous to tell me that." She smiled, kissing his check lightly, then his lips; "I love you too."