HOUSE: Pins And Needles
Cuddy cursed to herself as she stuck herself with a sharp sewing pin again. Sucking on her injured finger she glared at her shaded office doors and who was inevitably waiting on the other side while she repaired her skirt.
Damn House and his insufferable maturity of a thirteen year old. She didn’t know how, only that it was because of him she’d had to rush to the clinic for a consult only to slip in a puddle of something and completely tear her tight fitting skirt up one leg to the hip. Luckily it was on the seam and fairly easy to repair or else she’d be wearing these damn lima-bean-green scrub bottoms with her suit jacket and jimmy choos all day.
House on the other hand was not so easy to put back in his place and he had most definitely sickly enjoyed the show from wherever he’d been hiding to watch. Now Cuddy was faced with the insurmountable task once again of figuring out how to regain control, but not on any sane adult terms, no, she had to sink to House’s level to really get through.
But the trouble was - she thought as she checked all the pins were set in place properly and picked up her needle and thread - what could she possibly still hold over the clever cripple? He’d taken most everything from her already including today those last shreds of her dignity as orderlies nurses patients other doctors all were witness to the shrieking ripping flailing and clattering fall she’d made. She hummed in annoyance to herself at the memory, viciously stabbing her needle through the material in her lap.
Her one thigh had been bared completely as she struggled to her feet, her dark hair obscuring her face as a few nurses bustled over to help set her to rights. Cuddy’s mouth twisted into a disgusted smile, House had probably done the whole thing for that stupid glimpse of thi- that was it! The only thing she really still had over House was his own hormones.
She glanced down at the top she was wearing and smirked, sewing a bit less viciously and crossing her scrub encased legs with a satisfying rustle of fabric. Yes, she knew just what to do with House, sinking to his level after all was only about chest high.