The Rock- Greg House/Lisa Cuddy PG
Title: The Rock Author: Tjballer Summary: Cuddy forces House to a gym. House ends up enjoying himself as only House can. Pairing: House/Cuddy (established) Table, Prompt: 7, Gym Rating: PG, really. A couple of curse words, Some skin. Warnings: Um. I'm making a cripple go to the gym. I had fun describing their clothes. A/N: I just wanted House in some sexy looking gym clothes or something. Yes. Words: 1050 Beta: All mistakes are mine.
“Have you completely lost your mind?” House asked, blue eyes not venturing from the screen.
“Let’s go. Come on. Just this once. It’s not going to kill you.” Cuddy remarked, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Quite the contrary, Cuddy.” House grumbled, swerving his BMX motorbike from a deadly crash. “Besides, I get all my workout here. Do you realize how much skill this takes me? Think of the muscles I’ve been straining! My eyes, my hands-“
“Ever since you bought that Wii console, every free moment you get is spent on that couch playing that outrageous game. Let’s go.” She said, going up to House and pulling on his arm.
House finally set the Wii remote and nunchuck down on the coffee table. “Cuddy. Seriously. Me? A cripple? Going to a gym? Why should I go where all healthy people go? What am I supposed to do at a gym anyways? Perform sit ups with my cane? There’s nothing I can do there!”
“That’s not true.” Cuddy said, remarkably calm. “There’s some light stretches, you can work your upper body if you-“
“Ugh.” House let out a mock groan. “Women. They’re all the same. All they care about for a man is how they look like.”
“Tch. Look who’s talking, House.” Cuddy remarked, “Name one day where you’ve gone without mentioning any specific part of my body.”
House eyed her, looking her up and down, and letting out a low whistle. “I’ll say. You certainly dressed for it, didn’t you? Do all women dress up like you to go the gym? Or is it just you, because I’ve got a feeling it’s just-“
“There are plenty of women for you to gawk at like an overly filled testosterone teenager you are. So get up off of your ass, and let’s go. Think of this as a …favor for bailing you out of your last speeding ticket.” She eyed him sternly.
House blinked back a look of surprise, but decided to go with it. He heaved a sigh. “Okay, okay. You’re moving the cripple, I get it, I get it.”
Twenty minutes later they were inside of the gym, each in their respective outfits.
House, decided to go with long, Reebok warm-ups, and a plain white cut off t-shirt that stuck to his solid abs. Topping it off were his orange sneakers, and flame cane.
Cuddy, standing next to him wore a tight fitting black tank top that left her stomach showing, and shorts with tennis shoes.
Cuddy turned slightly to House. “I’ll be over at that treadmill.” She said, pointing it out for his viewing pleasure. “Be good.”
“Yes, mommy.” House remarked, watching her go. House let out a sigh, wondering what he was supposed to do. But then, seeing something a little farther off in the distance, a slow growing smirk started to grow on House’s face as he limped off.
Ten minutes later as Cuddy was into the heat of her workout, she heard a loud cheer coming from the other side of the building. Curious, she looked up, and almost slid off the treadmill in shock.
There was a lone figure on the rock wall and Cuddy knew that backside pretty damn well. She stopped the treadmill, grabbed her towel, and ran over, eyes ever constantly glued as Greg House climbed up higher and higher with amazing balance for a cripple using two hands and one leg. His right leg was all but dead weight at the way House was going. Cuddy noticed it was a rather young crowd that was cheering for the older man.
“Hey! Lookit him go!”
“He’s almost at the top!”
“Holy SHIT, man, he’s the SHIT.”
“That cripple is good.”
As House slowly reached the top, that smirk grew even wider to become a grin. He licked his lips as he gave himself one more final push up.
There was an explosion of cheers as House rang that miniature bell that signaled to everyone in the vicinity that someone had made it to the top of the rock.
House looked at the view from here. It was quite intriguing to him. Looking down, he saw Cuddy, her jaw dropped in utter disbelief, and he couldn’t help but wink at her.
Catching his breath, he made his fast decent down. As he unhooked himself from the safety straps, Cuddy was right beside him, holding his cane out to him.
“Thanks for holding my metaphor.” House remarked, still grinning ear to ear.
“You crazy, crazy bastard.” Cuddy replied, smiling widely. She stretched up and kissed him on the cheek, and House held up his cane and said, “CRIPPLE COMING THROUGH.” And the sea parted.
As House and Cuddy went to the small cafeteria the gym had, House waited until Cuddy paid for two bottles of water, grabbed one, twisted it open, and unceremoniously dumped it all over himself.
Cuddy shook her head, trying to stop from laughing. “You do realize they have showers here, House?”
“Yeah, well, this way is faster for a cripple.” There was a short silence, and then after thinking for a split second, with the rest of the water in the bottle, he dumped it all over Cuddy.
There was a muffled gasp of shock from Cuddy, as she got soaked.
“House!” She groaned, spluttering.”
House eyed her coyly and remarked, “Everyone looks better wet.”
“Well you’re in a good mood.” Cuddy grumbled.
“And you’re not? I thought the gym was your thing! Are you going to drink that other one?”
Cuddy sighed, tossing the other bottle of water to him.
“Go knock yourself out.”
“Will do.”
“You’re a jerk.”
“I know.”
“You’re still smiling.”
“I’m feeling frisky. Let’s go.”
“In the GYM? Are you out of your mind?”
“Fine. Let’s go home then.”
“We’re not getting into the car until we’re both dried off.”
“Don’t be a spoil sport, I’ll race you.”
“You can’t run.”
“Ouch. But I do have an advantage you know.”
“No you don’t.”
“I have three legs while you have a measly two.”
“Fine. We’ll race. You’re on.”
And then both grinning, the duo mocked raced to the parking lot-both of them getting to the finish line at the same time.
Only because House was feeling nice, of course. He could have totally beaten her.