Sorry for the delay, but as you all know, FF would let me log on. I have missed all of you.
This is the fifth story of my series.
It is two weeks since House and Cuddy moved in together. Here is what has happened.
House: has loved living with Cuddy, expect for her nagging him to clean up after himself. Cuddy has his own sanctuary in the basement where he goes to play his video games and to be alone.
Cuddy: has loved living with House. She loves when House plays the piano for her.
Wilson: likes knowing that House has Cuddy around to watch over him, but hates that whenever he go to their house, House and Cuddy are always together.
It's My Aeroplane
Cuddy had been happy that she had managed to get House on the airplane. He had complained bitterly about having to go, but Cuddy had convinced him there would be plenty of sex in it for him if he behaved at the conferences. House said he should get plenty of sex because his birthday was going to happen while they were gone. Cuddy just rolled her eyes and did not say anything because she did not want him to do something that would have made him not go.
When they got on the airplane, Cuddy took the window seat and House got stuck in the middle seat between Cuddy and an old man. Cuddy said that was her payback for the Singapore incident.
"My name is Grant Kendricks," the old man said to House as he held out his hand.
"Phil McCracken," House said as he shook the man's hand. Cuddy elbowed him in the side. "How rude of me," House said. "This is my boss Anita Lay."
"Good to meet you Phil and Ms. Lay," Grant said. "What kind of business are you in?"
"We are in the film industry," House said. Cuddy gave House a dirty look.
"Are you actors?"
"Used to be," House said. "Now we just work behind the scenes and watch the actors."
"I am on the Board of Directors of a law firm," Grant said.
"I bet you are very smart," House said.
"Smart enough that others think I am smart," Grant joked.
"What are you going to KC for?" House asked.
"I am visiting my daughter and her family," Grant said. "Are you married?"
"Yes," House said. "I have 10 children."
"What are they're ages?"
"17, 15, 11, 10, 8, 5, 4, 2, and two 1 year olds," House said.
"You and your wife must love children to have so many together," Grant said.
"Only the first two are my wife's," House said.
"Are the others adopted?"
"No," House said.
"Then how are the other 8 not your wives?"
"I have four other baby mommas," House said, which caused Grant's mouth to drop. "I would like to say for the record that the first two with my wife, my not be mine. The reason I say this is because the oldest one is black."
"You know, I have had a long day and need to sleep," Grant said, turning away from House.
House looked over at Cuddy. "Was that necessary?" She asked him.
"Not at all," House said.
"I thought you said you would behave," Cuddy said.
"I said I would try to behave at the conference," House said. "Everywhere else is open to anything."
"I can hardly wait," Cuddy said.
"You know what I can't wait for?" House asked as he moved his hand up her thigh, causing her to let out a quite gasp. "My birthday present."
Cuddy grabbed House's hand and tore it off her thigh. "Not going to happen in public," Cuddy said.
"You are no fun," House said.
"We can have fun later," Cuddy said.
"The words fun and Kansas always go together," House said.
"Take a nap House," Cuddy said.
"Fine," House whined. It only took House a few minutes to fall asleep. Cuddy looked up from the book she saw reading and smiled at him. She loved to watch him as he slept.
About 20 minutes later, Cuddy looked at House again, but for a different reason. House had started letting out a pained moan in his sleep. Cuddy could see the frown on his face.
"House?" Cuddy said shaking him. House opened up his eyes and looked at her. "Do you need you pain pills?"
"I am fine," House said.
"Your leg doesn't hurt?" Cuddy asked.
"Not enough to take more pills right now," House said.
"Were you having a bad dream?" Cuddy asked.
"Why do you ask that?" House asked.
"You were moaning in your sleep and you had an unhappy look on your face," Cuddy said. "I thought you were in pain."
"I'm fine," House said.
"You are not going to tell me?" Cuddy asked. House looked over at Cuddy, which he immediately regretted. He could tell by the look in her eye that she wouldn't let up until he told her something.
"I was dreaming of the time my father took me fishing when I was five," House said.
"What happened?" Cuddy asked.
"I hadn't learned how to swim yet, so my father wanted to teach me," House said. "He decided to use the very nice way of just shoving me in."
"What happened?" Cuddy asked.
"I sank to the bottom like a 500 pound weight," House said. "I remember being down there and thinking I was going to die."
"Well, since you are sitting here, I am assuming that your dad went and got you," Cuddy said.
"Nope," House said. "My Uncle Ian jumped in and saved me."
"That's horrible," Cuddy said.
"You didn't want him to save me?" House asked.
"I meant what your father did," Cuddy said.
"That does make a little more sense," House said. "I never did learn how to swim."
"I kind of see why you would never want to," Cuddy said. The plane shook a little as they hit some turbulence.
"That reminds me of the time I was 10 and we were on a plane to South America and we had some really bad turbulence and my father told me that we were going to crash and since we were over the water, I would did because I did not know how to swim."
"I am guessing you never nominated your father for Father Of The Year."
"I don't think he was ever even Father Of The Second," House said.
"This conversation makes me want to call my dad and tell him that I love him," Cuddy said.
"If I had ever told my father that I loved him, he would have sent me to juvie for being high," House said.
"The more I learn about your father, the more I understand you," Cuddy said.
"My father isn't the only reason I am the way I am," House said. "This is only a two and a half hour flight, though. We do not have enough time to go through The Life Of Gregory House."