I think you captured it very well.

Agreed. You've got House voice and character down pat.

I just have to let some of my natural tendencies run rampant. Scary, huh?

When you drink a glass of water, can he talk at all?

This may actually be a bit too clever for Cuddy. But it's an awesome line, so I don't mind. And the fact that she immediately apologized was spot-on. 'Cuz she's really not a snarky bitch. House just brings it out in her.

Immediately glad, given it's my first foray into slash, that I did not use the other version of this concept I know, something about having his hand up Wilson's ass. Cause, ew. Network, you know... And, yeah, sometimes Dr. Cuddy has one nerve and House and his cane are standing on it and tapping. (I love those moments,btw.)

Immediately glad, given it's my first foray into slash...

Heh. Heh heh heh.

rubs hands gleefully. Recalls the days when Connie was all 'Slash? But ick!'

Heh heh heh.

Um, now that I think on it...that's not true, but, almost, I think. Even I couldn't miss the implications of House and Wilson driving stick in the World's Sexiest Car.

Recalls the days when Connie was all 'Slash? But ick!'

phbbt.

Cuddy paused, in thought, and ran her fingers through her hair. She picked up her phone and asked for Shapiro’s extension. “Alan? This is Cuddy. Have you started the Tyler evaluation yet?”

”Uh huh. Well, don’t, just yet. Because I want to supervise it. Personally.” She thought she had to be out of her mind to let Greg see her do this, but for whatever reason, God help her, she cared what he thought. He saw that look in her eye and was amused to see it aimed on somebody else for a change.

”Yes, I know I have paperwork, but I’m still a doctor, and Karen Tyler has brought a lot of donations into this hospital...ok, great. See you then.”

”Well, I’ll be damned,” House said.”Everybody does lie.”

“I did not lie...Mrs. Tyler is a big fundraiser.”

”But you don’t care about that...or at least not more about her daughter than some other patient.”

”According to legend, you don’t care at all.” She replied, “what gives?”

“She ate my pickle chips without asking.”

“Oh, well, following that logic... would make me as crazy as you. Fine, don’t tell me.”

She sighed. House was tiring, but she had to admit she loved working with him because he tapped into the part of her that remembered why she liked science and medicine...that wanted to be Madame Curie, Elizabeth Blackwell, Albert Schweitzer...not some bean counter or traffic cop watching the bottom line or some mom having to say no and make everyone play nice...it had all been an adventure once...the doctor thing, and sometimes it was only working with House that kept that part alive. And damn it, some of his risky gambles completely paid off.

“What do you expect after you crippled me? It’s bad enough you hobbled me to keep me working at the clinic.”

“Yep, you caught on to my master plan. Your constant kvetching about it is only a nice bonus.”

“You know you love it. And, another thing...”

“House, I’m in no mood, okay?”

“I think you’ll want to hear this, Cuddy. Because I’ll only say it once. I have a reputation to think of.”

“Okay. If you must, let it rip.” Cuddy braced herself for whatever hideous thing House took it upon himself to spout and was thankful she’d worn a modest blouse today.

”Thank you.”

“My hearing must be going...I thought you said...”

“I’ve got a pill that would probably take care of that.”

”One of your pills...I’ll be hearing thank you from the wallpaper. Never mind...”

What sort of things are they gonna do to Jaye? I'm sure I had a psych work-up once but my brain is kind and let me forget most of my myriad evals...but now that I *want* to know...