Standing at the Edge of This Cliff

Now also part of medhouse

This journal is no longer a part of theatrical_muse, and any posts from this point forward are for various challenges, until I find a new home for her.

The best present I’ve ever given someone else? Well, many people may disagree, not about what I did, but that it was a gift. I saved House’s life. I suppose that could count, especially since I can’t think of anything else. Back when he had the blood clot in his leg, before we put him in the coma, and royally fucked him over, his heart stopped. I’m sure that some people wish that I hadn’t been able to shock him back. But I did. And, I suppose that’s that. Some people probably hate that I did…I don’t. I’m glad he realized what was about to happen in time for us to get him back. Lord knows I would have missed him, the annoying prick. So, I suppose that you could see my partial ‘gift of life’ as a gift, though, y’know, I’m not his mother, so it’s not really anything like the gift of life.

Okay, so after last night's episode, and numerous mutterings of the word 'fuck', I realized I should probably change some things.

Cuddy's apartment, go bye bye. She lives in a house.
She's Jewish.
She was in Michigan for Med school, and knew House.
She wanted to become a doctor since the age of 12, graduated med school at 25, second in her class, and became the second youngest ever, and first female chief of staff.

Has been chief for 10 years, which would make her 42, but...err...yeah. Not doing that. She's 38, bite me ;)

If your character has talked about any of this with her, just assume that that's what they talked about. If your muse didn't know this, they still dont.

...just call me a fuck-up.

House is right. I haven't been a real doctor in ten years.

One can only assume that asking that question means that you’ve spoken to House. I didn’t have to lie to him that day. When I was putting him under, I could have told him what Stacy wanted me to do. Yes, she was his healthcare proxy, but he made it clear what he wanted. Had we just left him alone…he may be able to walk without a limp, not be on the drugs, not be in pain.

Then again, he could have died.

You choose which one’s the happier outcome.

Seriously. I’m sure his clinic patients would have preferred he died.

Which, hell, he almost did, even after we saved his leg. Hm, he actually noticed before anyone else that his heart was about to go. I ended up being the one who shocked him back. Yay me?

Seriously though. He didn’t want it done, we shouldn’t have done it. It’s as simple as that.

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Lisa was sitting at her desk, going over House's new organizational system with a sigh. Half of her wished that he hadn't promised her her job back if she returned. She'd liked not feeling so responisble for a while.

With a sigh, she studied the budget reports.

Early morning. I’ve been so used to waking up around five or six am for work, and I don’t have to be up that early since I don’t have anywhere near the same responsibilities as I did at ho — in Princeton. I don’t think that David’s realized that I slip out of bed every morning to go for a run, then come home, have a shower and slide back in next to him to watch him sleep. Unless he has to work, the lazy tush doesn’t wake up till around eight. I usually don’t have to be at work before ten, so I have the time for cuddling, and…other things, if David’s up for them. After all, anyone who’s ever slept with me knows I’m insatiable. But really, that’s not the point, is it?

Of course, things are about to change, and maybe not for the better, but it is all going to be okay in the end, because if it’s not okay, it’s not the end.

After this, and Wow, talk about HOLY FUCK!

Her entire body still shook as she hung up, dropping her phone on the bedside table, as she shifted to the edge of the bed, and just curled into a ball.

She was in the midst of a very pleasent, though she'd never call it such when she was awake, dream, and was ripped from it fairly quickly by the ringing of the phone.

Lisa just rolled over and pulled the pillow over her head, nudging David at the same time.

She said her good-byes on Friday, half of her wishing that she wasn't going, and the other half ecstatic beyond words. She left the hospital with one last box, going home to finish packing before her flight early the next morning.

( She stepped off the plane with a yawn )

I should get there Saturday morning. You picking me up at the airport?

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I don't know. I haven't really had that many to overcome. I mean, getting into med school, losing my father, getting this job...sure, they're big obstacles if you look at them as a group, but as soon as you look at them seperately, none of them are really all that big.

Sure, you'd think in 38 years someone would have had a big obstacle, right? Not really. But since I guess I do have to answer this...

Losing my father. He never got to see me graduate med school, get a job, get a better job, find someone who I could very possibly spend my life with (not that I will, but I could see it). Just the thought that I lost him to cancer when I was 25...something that there's still no cure for...it's a bit of a mental block.

I just...really miss him sometimes, you know?

She sighed as she went over more budgets, trying to get things wrapped up for whoever was in her position after she left. Turning on her computer and bringing up her iTunes she sat back to think.

Am I making the right choice? She wondered. I want to be with him but...I'm giving everything I've worked for up. I leave here and everything I've done to get to where I am...is wasted. I worked hard to become hospital administrator and DoM, but the chances of me being able to do it again...

She let out a sigh, shaking her head slightly and pushing the thoughts to the back of her mind.

"I love him, and for him I'll do it." She muttered softly.

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