Information
Lisa the Reinela
Cuddy Cuddles
Legacy Name: Cuddy Cuddles
The
Reborn DemiOwner: Xiomara
Age: 16 years, 3 months
Born: December 20th, 2009
Adopted: 16 years, 3 months ago
Adopted: December 20th, 2009
Statistics
- Level: 4
- Strength: 21
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 14
- HP: 14/14
- Intelligence: 24
- Books Read: 24
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
He peered curiously up at her. "I don't know. I want her. You should see how she dresses. She's...funny and very smart, have I mentioned the zesty bod?, she never takes any of my shit if she doesn't have to. But she was standing in front of me, her head tilted back, and asking for intimacy and I grabbed her breast like some idiotic pimpled high schooler. I didn't even enjoy it."
"Why do want to control this relationship with her?"
He raised an eyebrow at her. "What?"
She rolled her eyes. "Haven't you noticed? You always have to be in control, you always have to have the answers because it makes you feel like you have some control then over what happens next. But you don't. You know that deep down but the illusion of it is enough to keep you content. But when it comes to Cuddy, this powerful, strong, independent woman, who you admire for all this qualities, you still try to control and dominate everything about you two. Is it because of your leg?"
His eyes snapped to her face. They glowed bright blue with his anger.
"What about my leg?" He snarled. She flipped through some more papers of the file.
"I see she's the attending who ordered the operation that removed 50% of the dead muscle in your leg. I can see how that would create some bitterness towards her, or where you might get this need for control from. You couldn't control the situation with your leg, or the woman who ordered the operation, or the pain that transpired because of it. You can't control the pain so you refuse to give up your iron-clad control of everything else, or at least try to."
She tilted her head at him, propping her chin up with a hand. He scowled at her.
"That's ridiculous. I'm not some immature child who holds grudges over nothing."
"Well it wasn't nothing was it? It was your leg. Or your muscle and years and years of anger and agony."
"I don't hold that against her." He snapped. And he realized then that he really didn't. It hadn't really been her fault. She'd just been his doctor, offering any and all suggestions she possibly could to save an old friend's life. It was Stacy who had made the life altering choice, but he didn't hate her either.
"I mean, I would too I guess, if the woman I had once given myself to just practically crippled me for life just because she didn't think my opinion was worth anything. I'd be a little pissed too. Maybe even enough to lead her on and then crush her with rejection."
"I wouldn't do that!" He yelled in her face. She raised an eyebrow looking undisturbed by his outburst. He realized he had lost control of himself and sat back down.
"I...I didn't mean to..."
"Lose control?" She smirked.
"Yes." He slumped over, rubbing his leg. The pain was coming back, throbbing like some living beast. He didn't like how this woman was slipping past all his defenses like that. He was always trying so hard to keep emotions locked away and very much under guard. She reminded him of Cuddy.
"I don't know if it's worth it, I want to believe it's worth putting myself out there. I want her but I don't want her pity."
"You won't let it be about your leg."
"I don't want her to trick herself into thinking she owes me something for what happened with my leg." He was shocked by his answer. He realized he'd never been so direct with anyone before. She reminded him a lot of Wilson, except he worried more about what Wilson thought than her and that was what had probably stopped him from being so direct with him.
"Why isn't it possible for her to like you? Why does it have to be about the leg?"
"Because that's all there is! I'm not exactly the young stud I once was, I'm not great looking, I'm not charming, I'm not even nice. I'm just damaged. That's it. What's in there for anyone to love?" He slumped back in his chair. He really needed a big shot of scotch and a helping of vicodin.
"But you're funny." She noted.
He glanced up at her. "So?"
"So, women love funny, strong, intuitive, incredibly intelligent men. And you House, are that. And a plus, I'm almost positive she can't figure you out either. And I'm sure she loves that." She leaned forward onto her legs.
He didn't really appreciate that answer. It made him nervous to think that that door might be possible and even open with Cuddy. He shifted uncomfortably.
"Why does that bother you? Why do you really think you aren't good enough to be with her?" Her eyes saddened watching his face sag slightly.
"She's perfect doc. And I'm just not. I can't deserve that, but I'm selfish enough to try and grab it anyways. And I can't hurt her like that, to use her and then drive her away. But she's optimistic almost beyond reason. She sees things as they are and how they might be, but what she doesn't see in the gaping chasm that lies between. I think that's how she fools herself into thinking that I might change someday."
Pet Treasure
Stethoscope
Pointy Black Pumps
Labcoat
Baby Pink Pram
Pacifier