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TITLE: Aftershocks: A Story in Shattered Pieces
SUMMARY:  Surprise, surprise.
CHARACTERS: Cuddy, House
R for language and themes.
WARNINGS: Details the aftermath of events in Bad Company, a rough, violent story. Aftermath isn't always pretty; may distress some readers. Adult themes and adult language.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own 'em. Never will.
NOTES: The pieces of this shattered story are numbered. The first number signifies the number of days that have elapsed since the original event in Bad Company; the second number signifies when the fic occurs during that day.


That sharp, insistent rapping on her door can only mean one thing. House never uses the doorbell; he thinks it's way cooler to knock with the cane. 

Cuddy sighs, puts down her book and uncurls herself from the sofa. On her way to the door, she slips into a tough, sauntering attitude, the way she'd put on a tailored coat, enjoying its perfect fit. Whatever he wants, he's going to have to work for it.

"How good of you to call before you dropped by," she says, opening the door just enough so that he can see her leaning her shoulder heavily against the inside frame. He's not going to push his way in, oh no. "If you wanted a date, you should've asked yesterday, so I could have turned you down in advance."

"I prefer stealth. Makes it easier for me to catch you and your latest internet stalker."

"You'd know all about stalking. What do you want, House?"

"Want? You wound me. I come bearing gifts."

For the first time she realizes that he has been holding his left hand out of her sight, behind his back. He shifts and brings forth a paper shopping bag that, oh God, looks like it might have come from one of those seedy little stores full of videos and lingerie. It's hot pink and has a cheaply printed pattern of leopard spots all over it. House dangles it in front of her, its twisted paper handles looped over his index finger. He's smiling at her, but it isn't the leering, crocodile grin she'd have expected. Some kind of strange hopefulness is peeking out like a rabbit from behind the thicket of defenses. It's just enough to keep her from shutting the door in his face.

"Shopping at Delilah's Den of Delights?" she asks, arching an eyebrow at him. 

"Nope! The Livin' Large Ladies' Boutique. They had a much better selection."

"No matter what they taught you in kindergarten, House, you really shouldn't share all your toys." She starts to push the door closed but he pushes against it, wedging himself into place.

"It's not a toy," he huffs, rolling his eyes at her. "Jeez, you're such a spoilsport. It's harmless, okay? I swear it has nothing to do with the wild, screaming sex you want to have with me."

Her fingers tap against the door frame while she considers. Worst case scenario, she'll merely have to throw him out; she has done it before and it's really not too hard. That hopeful, almost pleading expression creeps into his eyes again. He's up to something, and in spite of herself she does want to know what it is. At the very least it's bound to be more interesting than the novel she's been reading.

She steps back and swings the door open wide.

"You make the craziest assumptions," says House as he steps in, holding the garish little bag up and out of her curious reach. "I never even said this was for you."


"I need your help with it, because you can sew. Believe it or not, I have that ability myself, but I don't have a sewing machine. You do."

Indeed she does, and he knows that because he explored every part of her home when he broke in. This is getting better by the second. What could he possibly want her to sew?

"House—"  she leans in close, smiles up at him, and savors the momentary confusion—and distraction—that flashes across his features. He forgets to guard his treasure and she snatches it away, retreating quickly as she pulls the item out of its neon-leopard bag. 

"Oh my God. What in the—this is the most—I'm ... glad it isn't for me, House, but ... "

"It's for Wilson," he says, and that rare, beautiful smile of his appears for just a moment. "It just needs some ... alterations."

"Wilson?!"  She's starting to laugh; she can't help it. The thought of Wilson with this ... thing ...

"Let me explain."

"Yes. Yes, I can do that," she confirms. "It won't take long."

"Great! Love to stay and chat, but—"

"Not so fast!" she snaps. He freezes in his sneakered tracks, and she continues in a much softer, more sinuous tone, pulling him back to her as if by invisible strings. "You're only a little taller than he is," she murmurs, deliberately letting her gaze roam up and down his body. "Your measurements should work just fine for this."

His eyes widen in surprise before he recovers. "Sure your ruler's long enough?"

"That's you, House," she purrs, turning away to go get her measuring tape, "always the classiest guy in the room."

Only House would think of a project like this. It's juvenile, creative, glaringly tacky, possibly obscene and completely practical. Necessary, even. There's a bizarre sense of honor in being asked to assist. 

She's glad that he can't see her grinning as she sashays out of the foyer. She was right.  This is much more fun than her book.
  • Cuddy is wonderful in this piece. But this exchange had me spitting coffee "Shopping at Delilah's Den of Delights?" she asks, arching an eyebrow at him.

    "Nope! The Livin' Large Ladies' Boutique. They had a much better selection."
    Oh so perfect :)))

    Leaving us hanging regarding the nature of the gift is so fiendishly evil that I refuse to reread this piece more than twenty-times. So there.
  • I love this series so much. I can't wait for another chapter!
    • Hi there fearless. Thanks for dropping us a line. We truly appreciate it -- even if we are often too busy writing the next part of the story to stop and reply to everything.

      There'll be more tomorrow.
  • Greetings!

    *hehhehheh* Gotta love that Cuddy-House-ness! And the shared love of puzzles... too priceless!

    *being called back to actually EAT the aforementioned dinner* :-D

  • Even though I know what the gift is, this still makes me laugh out loud. I am in serious love with Cuddy in this. She plays House like he plays the piano, and it's outrageous fun to see each trying to best the other in innuendo.
    • (Anonymous)
      whats the gift
      • Sorry -- can't spoil it by telling you. (I had the honor of reading this in progress, so I've seen a couple of chapters ahead into the plot.)
    • Now I definitely have the "gotta knows" but I'll settle for an easily decipherable cryptic hint - please!!!!!
    • I wanna be honored. I really, really wanna be honored. Who do I bribe/shoot/buy chocolate for?

      • It looks like black_cigarette has become the new Charles Dickens -- heehee! (No, that's not a clue.) When Dickens was publishing "The Old Curiosity Shop" as a serial, people became so wrapped up in it that a ship carrying the latest installment was met at the dock by people shouting "Is Little Nell dead?" They couldn't wait for the ship to unload to learn the news.

  • Hmmph. That's the sound I make while waiting for more chapters.
  • (Anonymous)
    Some sort of body suit with the crotch removed so Wilson can use the bathroom without taking it off? Wonder if one of our artists will be bold enough to draw it for us.
    I also love Cuddy in this. Good Cuddy in a good House-Wilson friendship story is my idea of heaven.
    (waits impatiently for the next chapter)
    P.S. I'm also waiting to find out where Wilson's family is during all this...
    • In Stranded we did explain why Cuddy couldn't contact Wilson's parents and that his brother was ... in California, and preoccupied. Heh.

      As for the gift?


      You have a very, very wild imagination, Taiga!
    • Are you saying that it's NOT a crotch suit?
    • (Anonymous)
      Thank you, I try.
      I remember the explanation, but it's been 15 days!
  • etryutydutyhsdfgARGH.

    What's the gift?!

    The "Sure your ruler's long enough?" bit makes me think it has something to do with... but I can't see what. Hmm.


    You're evil. All of you. So evil. Twenty-four hours is just too long. Don't know how I survive the weekends.
    • I'm wondering if it's a modified corsett to help keep Wilson's ribs and vertebral fractures from sloshing around.
  • (Anonymous)
    I'm so impatient! I hope the next segments are posted early!!
    • Yes. I don't know why they want to torture us llike this. Isn't it bad enough that they're torturing poor Wilson?
  • Mmm, the perfect note of levity! Cuddy is so awesome here -- witty, playful, and totally knowing House's number.

    Believe it or not, I have that ability myself, but I don't have a sewing machine.

    That is just... delightful! (Now there's a backstory I'd love to hear ;-)
  • Hee! I remember reading the next part (if it's the next part) way back when, and this is a wonderfully funny and mysterious (and terribly suggestive!) lead-in. I love how Cuddy is able to keep taking House by surprise, first by leaning in so she can steal the bag right out of his hand, and then by making him stay so she can use him for measurements.
  • (Anonymous)
    The House/Cuddy exchange is so delicious in this section! More please!
  • Funny! And I'm dying to know what this darned gift could be.
  • We're all going to have dreams about this mystery gift at some point now. I love the clever House and Cuddy lines, very sharp and noisy - House noisy.
  • I love them so much! :D This is so very sweet. LOVE the interplay between House and Cuddy...
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