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Chapter 3: Evaluation.

Cuddy had been waiting for Peter on her couch for the past three hours. Legs crossed and a frown never leaving her face, wonder was set in between a wish and anger. She didn’t like him being this late because if there was one thing about her great psychiatrist of a lover was that she didn’t trust him. She had reasons to as he had been honest enough to tell her he had cheated on his girlfriends and even his wife in the past. No, she didn’t like that at all even though her answer to him had seemed to come out easily when they started dating. She had accepted his flaws at one condition though, that he would tell her if his urge had to come out again so she would put a stop to it. However, she wasn’t fooling herself. Sure, she gave him a chance but that doesn’t mean she has to put this much trust in him. If he has something to tell her, she wants him to say it. Isn’t he the good kind of guy after all? The one who brings her flowers, make sweet passionate sex to her. One who doesn’t forget about an anniversary and who also happens to take you to dinner at least once a week. Obviously, he’s flawed but nobody’s perfect. ‘He’s the good kind of guy’, she would repeat to herself everyday. Unlike House who happens to be the bad kind of guy as he can’t put up with false pretenses when it comes to relationships. If only he wasn’t such a good kind of mess to her. If only she didn’t trust him with her life. In her miserable life made of wrong choices, she would happen to stay sometimes, wondering on her couch for hours until her current life would take the better of her once more.

“Hey, hon.” She head him open the door, calling after her, “Where are you?”

“Living room.” She said simply without bothering to meet him halfway.

“What’s going on?” He asked, trying to catch up his breath.

“You’re late again.” She said, finally getting up, “I’m going to bed, there’s some left over for you in the kitchen.”

She walked to the bedroom and closed the door behind her. Peter sighed and picked up his phone and dialed the last number on his calls list, “Anything?”

“No.” Josh said, “Brain activity is elevated but not as much as the images he’s had again during the day.” He added, concerned.

“Which means he hasn’t had anymore flashes…” Peter’s voice trailed off slightly.

“Well, you know how this works, right? The chip set on his medulla oblongata triggers itself, thanks to the sensors attached to it and connected to his peripheral nervous system-“Josh tried.

“And the PNS is connected to the Central nervous system, which controls the subject’s behavior. Blahblahblah. ”Peter cut Josh off, “Thanks for the never ending lesson Mr. I have a PHD from MIT. We know that.”

“Every time something in his environment triggers his CNS and subsequently the calculations of his chemical synapses, are transferred into the image processing software integrated in the chip.” He paused, “That I’ve created with the most amazing computers on the planet-“

“The Calculated Brain Reconstructive Imaging that you’ve created thanks to my dollars, you mean.” Peter added, “Seriously, can you just go straight to the point!”

“Why you’ve got your girl to bone?”Josh, “I understand her… who would want to have sex with you, really…,”

“She’s pissed…”

“Well, he’s probably the reason why and you are going to have to listen to me if you don’t want this to end up really bad.” Josh warned him.

Peter sighed and Josh kept going, “He gets those images as something close to three emotions: first a revelation, then a need and finally a behavior he can control. It’ll always go in that order and when the first two emotions will be at their peeks, the third one will be inevitable and he won’t be able to control himself. This is something you have to remember. He will be unstoppable.”

“I know…” Peter sighed, “So what makes you doubt yourself now?”

“How do you know I-“Josh tried, bewildered.

“The tone in your voice when you first told me about the elevated brain activity.”

“God, why do you have to keep on reminding me that you’re the brain behind this?” Josh didn’t really ask.

“House is easier to decipher than you, Josh.” Peter admitted.

“Well, anyway, you’ve figured him out right because his brain has been on overload and I think you can confirm mostly everything with your girlfriend tonight.” He paused, “But yes, I have some concerns, his focus might have gone onto something else since he hasn’t had anymore flashes. And what he might be focusing on –with everything you’ve told me about the man, could be dangerous to us.”

“He’s never going to figure this one out and an MRI would kill him.” Peter paused, “Either way, he’ll be out of my sight no matter what.”

“But you know a PET scan or a CT won’t be a problem. And as soon as it would be disconnected from his-“Josh tried.

“Let’s hope his mission will be complete before that happens.”

“You shouldn’t underestimate him.” Josh warned him again.

“I’m not, but he’s going to destroy her instead of technology no matter what.” He finally added, hanging up.

Peter loosened his tie and took off his jacked. He knocked on the bedroom door before coming in the blackened room; she was under the sheets already. “Hey.” He said, “I’m sorry for being late again tonight. I promise you I’ll make it up to you.”

“You promised that you would tell me if you were…” her voice trailing off, “Are you cheating on me?” She asked, firmly as a means to try and compose herself.

“No.” He said, “I’m not him. I don’t jump into another woman’s bed because I can’t handle a relationship with you.”

“He never cheated on me because he and I have never been together per se anyway.” She affirmed.

“Well I’m in this with you and I’ve told you this before. With you it’s different; I mean, maybe I didn’t make myself clear before.” He paused, moving to the bed, “I love you.”

She said nothing but he kept going, “And so far I’ve never heard you say it.” The tone in his voice extremely believable regarding his attentions toward her, she simply showed him to move even closer. He sat on the bed and bend down slightly to kiss her on the lips.

They kept kissing, she even pulled him closer. A way of not having to say things she had no intention of saying because she couldn’t trust herself. She started to work on the hem of his pants as he took off his shirt. He started to hike up her night gown just enough to reveal her to him. He buried his head in the crook of her neck. His kisses on her getting frantic and her mind in between a cry for help and a moan, she stopped by pushing him to the other side of the bed, “I can’t, I’m sorry.” She caught her breath, “Today was not a good day and I-“

Peter sighed and said, “What did he do again?”

“How would you-“She tried.

“Simple guess.” He shrugged, “What… did he hurt you verbally?”

“He… no, he just needs some help, I think, he was acting weird.”

“If he does anything to you, you hear me anything!” He started, getting mad.

“He’s House, he would never do that.” She assured him, putting a hand on his chest, “I just have to take a few more risks into account.”

“What risks?”

“The fact that his pain could make him more prone to violence.” She expressed her voice low.

“I’m worried there’s something you’re not telling me.” He sighed, “I mean, I could help him, you know?”

“He doesn’t want your help, besides I’m his doctor, it’s my job to help him.” She said.

“You’re the chief.” He tried to joke. She smiled at that comment, thinking more of a synonym she is more used to rather than the actual comment.

Being an excellent comedian allows one to smirk in the middle of the night. Progress is the way to success.

House didn’t believe in aliens but he did believe in scientists and sick bastards. After all he was sort of one. House ruled out hypnosis to focus on human behaviors. Being a specialist in human behaviors himself, makes him more at ease with the subject –except in this case, without a third person’s eye, he can’t be objective. Hence the reason why, he still didn’t know which way to go with this. House would have usually thought of himself as a time bomb but giving the circumstances he would put ‘an emotionally induced’ before the ‘time bomb’ description. He didn’t know if the flashes of images he had were connected to his thoughts and behaviors, because as much as he wanted them to, they had no correlation whatsoever with the present. They would come in randomly and afterwards, he couldn’t control his actions. He had seen it, his mind shut off somehow but he could see it, as if he was indeed schizophrenic and what not close to a dissociative identity disorder –except in these stretches of time, he shouldn’t be able to remember what he did. What mattered was what was happening in the meantime and it was the time he didn’t have for himself. An inhibition…without it being even close to an explainable one, and the symptoms didn’t even fit with rare diagnosis.

What would have been even more thrilling for him would have been to expect to diagnose a rare disease on himself. Except he couldn’t. Nothing would fit.

“I don’t know what I have.” He murmured to himself.