Ep: 7×01 What Now?
Reviewed by: useyourwords & csiAngel
Ship rating: 3 gazillion/10
Picking up pretty much where ‘Help Me’ left off, the season opener brings us back to House’s apartment (so wanted to say House’s house!). He and Cuddy FINALLY get it together and spend the morning together, forgoing work – at House’s suggestion. I won’t go into detail of how they pass the time, because that’s all covered in Shipworthy Scenes. Suffice it to say – note the ship rating!!!
It’s nice, I thought, to watch House and Cuddy just be normal, and finally admit to their feelings and try to deal with that. And there’s an absolutely hilarious moment where Wilson tries to climb in through the kitchen window but gets stuck!
In order to stop Cuddy from going into work, House intercepts a call from her new assistant and advises him on how to deal with a situation with a neurosurgeon who has taken ill while on duty. When Cuddy later mentions that this neurosurgeon has to be at the hospital at all times otherwise they’d have to close the ER and ICU, House sets his team the task of fixing it!
House’s solution is for Chase to tell Cuddy’s new assistant that he is a neurosurgeon and then all will be okay and nothing has to close. This plan backfires when Cuddy’s assistant admits his first assignment was to learn all about House’s team, and he’s instructed never to believe a word they say. Thus ensues an endeavour to bring the neurosurgeon back to the hospital – even though he’s incredibly ill – and then figure out what’s wrong with him.
During the course of this, the team finds out Thirteen is leaving the next day. She tells them she is going to Rome, and Foreman deduces she’s joining a medical trial. He disapproves, Taub approves, and Chase asks if she’ll sleep with him. She declines.
It is only after she leaves that they find out she isn’t registered for the trial. And both her phone numbers have been disconnected.
House and Cuddy’s domestic bliss is obviously going to be short-lived and when it comes to time for Cuddy to leave, the uncertainty surfaces. He feels he’s a very wrong choice for a woman with a child as he will never change; she assures him that she doesn’t want him to change. They sort it all out and he tells her he loves her!!!!!!
Sorry, got lost for a moment remembering it. Where was I? Oh yes, so they sort it all out, he says the L word, and Cuddy leaves.
(If you’d like to stay all happy happy with shippy glee, don’t read the next sentence)
But as they stand on opposite sides of the door, their smiles fall.
I’ve heard that some fans aren’t pleased that House and Cuddy have got together. Personally, I’m looking forward to seeing how their relationship progreses :)
Flashback to “Help Me”
Cuddy: It’s your choice if you want to go back on drugs.
House: You think I can fix myself?
Cuddy: I just need to know if you and I can work.
House’s bedroom for a shoulder exam and more!
Cuddy: Let me see. It’s okay. It’s gonna get infected.
(She goes to the bathroom to get a bucket of water and washcloth and returns to take off his shirt then starts cleaning the cut and his face. She undoes his pants!!)
House: You’re not gonna? You are.
(Cuddy squats down and looks at House’s mangled thigh. She starts to caress it.)
House: Don’t. Don’t.
Cuddy: It’s okay. I love you.
(She kisses his scar [and even though it’s been in about ten thousand fanfics, it is still awesome] and stands up to kiss House. He lifts her shirt off and they kiss some more!! He picks her up and carries her over to the bed where more kissing & other stuff happens!!)
Cuddy wakes up in House’s arms
House: So, now what?
Cuddy: Everything’s good. We don’t have to talk through it all.
House: No, I meant it literally. Now what? We can make breakfast. We could go bowling. Stay here.
Cuddy: I have to go home. Get dressed. Go to work.
House: So that’s it?
Cuddy: I’m hoping this is the beginning of it.
(Cuddy’s phone rings and she reaches over to grab it)
House: Your assistant’s new. It’s a 50/50 chance he just can’t find the light switch.
(House answers Cuddy’s phone)
Assistant: Dr. Cuddy?
House: No, this is Dr. Cuddy’s nanny. She’s…uh…feeling a little under the weather now so she won’t be coming in today.
Assistant: Oh, I hope she’s alright. Would you mind asking her if…
House: No, can’t do that. I’m afraid she’s locked in the bathroom. Terrible bug going around. What’s the problem?
Assistant: Well, I’m sorry to disturb her but it’s Dr. Richardson. He must have the same stomach flu. He threw up in the OR and I’m not sure how she’d want me to handle it.
House: Hold on a sec. (He put the phone to his chest—lucky phone) I talked to Dr. Cuddy and she’d like you to do three things. One, send him home. Two, sterilize the OR. Three, use your own brain. See ya.
(House hangs up the phone)
House: It’s about puke. That’s what’s so important. Puke.
Cuddy: Well, I guess I don’t have to rush back in. But whatever now what we do decide on, it comes after you take a bath.
Preparing the bathtub for a bath
Cuddy: Oh, there’s glass everywhere. Couldn’t you just have put the mirror down nice and gentle?
House: I was in a mood.
(Cuddy notices the bottle of pill on the bathroom floor and reaches for them when her phone rings)
Cuddy: I’ll be right back.
House: Don’t get that.
Cuddy: It could be important.
House: This is important. Right now we are more important than what’s going on at the hospital. So, I say we turn off our phones and give the morning to us.
Cuddy: Okay, I’ll go turn in off.
House: Thank you.
(Cuddy exits the bathroom and re-enters)
House: You’re distracted.
Cuddy: I’m not.
House. You are. You turned off your phone but you’re still wondering… “What could it have been? What emergency will bring down the entire hospital ‘cause I decide to take the morning off?”
Cuddy: I’m sorry. The clinic is facing reduced funding from the state. Nurse Jeffrey is filing his 12th H.R. complaint. Richardson’s threatening to quit because he’s basically been a prisoner at the hospital for almost a week.
Cuddy: The neurosurgeon. He’s the only one I have right now which means he has to stay on the premises at all times or else the hospital is technically not a level one trauma center.
House: Which means?
Cuddy: I’d have to shut down the ER, transfer all the patients out of the ICU…
House: Okay, stop. Turn around.
House: Because you need to relax.
(House starts to rub her shoulders and she sighs and he walks her out of the bathroom)
Cuddy: Where are we going?
House: I am going to make you a magical bath. It’ll have bubbles and eastern spices and blue diamonds, green clovers, transformative powers. But…I must have solitude to focus my creative energies.
(Cuddy smiles sweetly and House closes the bathroom door)
Oh sweet Jesus, they’re taking a bath together!
House: So what exactly is this soapy, open and casual and fun if you want…
Cuddy: Open? You think I want to see other people?
House: Well, last night was emotional for you. (He kisses her forehead) We both lost that patient, we watched people die. I came back here and I went for the vicodin and you dumped your fiancé and you came here.
Cuddy: Which I don’t regret.
House: I’m not saying you do. I’m saying it was an impulsive move.
Cuddy: Don’t do this. Why do you have to analyze things to death? Why can’t you just let it be nice?
House: You’re right. That was very anti-secret bath.
Cuddy: The secret bath is burning my lady parts.
House: How do you think my anus feels? Burning means it’s working.
Cuddy: Can we get out now?
House: I was so waiting for you to say that.
He cooked for her…sort of. LOL!
House: Voila! For the first course I’ve flaked some tender, young ears of corn with a side of assorted, exotic breakfast meats in a chili sauce reduction.
Cuddy: And the second course?
House: A single grape to cleanse the palette. Which is kind of a waste since there is no third course.
Cuddy: I’m glad we stayed in. This is actually…pretty good.
House: I can always tell when you lie. Always.
Cuddy: I slept with my freshman roommate.
House: A lie.
Cuddy: A truth.
House: (shakes his head no) You have a tell.
Cuddy: What is it?
House: First admit that you were lying.
Cuddy: Fine, I was lying. My sexual history is boring and predictable. What is my tell?
House: You kidding? If I tell you your tell, you’ll get rid of it then I won’t be able to tell.
Cuddy: Well then you need to tell me something I don’t already know about you.
House: Even though, technically, you didn’t tell me something I didn’t already know about you?
Cuddy: Quit being so damn logical and just tell me.
House: I used to have an intimate relationship with a photograph of you. Well, actually, a sock and a photograph.
Cuddy: I know.
House: I was lying.
Cuddy: The photo you took of me as Sleeping Beauty on Halloween…why else would you take that picture?
House: I have to pee. (He gets up and starts walking away only to turn back) Ha! You couldn’t tell ‘cause actually, I have to poo.
Champagne in the morning? Yes, please!
(Cuddy has her hands over her eyes)
Cuddy: Can I open them yet?
House: Just a second. Okay, hold out your hand.
(He puts the sheath of a sword in her hand and pulls the sword out of it. Cuddy looks oddly impressed. House pulls a bottle of champagne out from behind his back)
House: I’ve always wanted to open a bottle of champagne with one of these things. You might want to stand behind me for this. Okay…
(He whacks the bottle with the sword and it shatters all over the floor. House and Cuddy both laugh. I believe I even heard Cuddy snort…LOL!)
House: Yeah…uh…I think I might’ve done that slightly wrong. Well, good thing I got a case.
(Knock on the door)
Wilson: House? Open up. We need to talk.
Cuddy: We should just let him in.
House: Noooo, if we just ignore him, he’ll go away.
Waiting Wilson out
House: I think he finally left. But just in case he hasn’t, what can we do that does not involve talking?
(Cuddy smiles and they move toward each other to kiss when House’s cell phone rings)
House: You turned on my ringer!
Wilson: I know you’re in there. I can hear your cell phone ringing.
Cuddy: Just let him in.
House: No. He’s like a stray….eat everything, shed all over the place, crap on the floor.
(House answers his phone)
House: Hi, this is Gregory House. I can’t take your call at the moment. Please leave a message. If this is Wilson, I’m fine, not suicidal, not on drugs, coping very well with the loss of my last patient, so feel free to go about your day without worry. BEEEEEEEP.
Wilson: House, you can’t just not show up to work. What’s Cuddy gonna say?
House: If this is still Wilson, she gave me the day off….and tomorrow.
(Cuddy gives him a look)
House (cont): ‘Kay, maybe not tomorrow, but today. I’m fine. Go away. BEEEEEEEEEEEEP.
Wilson: If you’re not in tomorrow, I’ll be back.
(House and Cuddy kiss again. Woohoo!)
Falling naked onto the bed FTW
House & Cuddy: *heavy breathing*
Cuddy: Why didn’t you let him in?
House: You were thinking about Wilson while we were having sex? That’s so cool. So was I!
Cuddy: You were hiding me from him. Why?
House: I was not hiding you. I was protecting your privacy. I wasn’t sure if you were ready to go public with the whole us thing yet.
Cuddy: I wouldn’t be doing all this if I wanted to be private. I never even asked…maybe you’re not ready yet.
A sexytiems video? I wish!
Cuddy: What’re you doing?
House: You think I’m afraid to go public? I’ll prove you wrong.
Cuddy: With a tripod?
House: With a sex tape. We’ll send it to Wilson. It’s a win-win. We get to do it again and he might actually learn something.
(Rustling noises come from another room)
Cuddy: Sounds like someone’s trying to break in.
House: It’s probably nothing. Stay here. (He grabs the sword and walks to the kitchen)
Wilson breaks in
We aren’t going to go through the whole dialogue but House does call Cuddy his girlfriend!!
Cuddy’s in hiding
House: I brought Wilson in here specifically to go public just like you requested.
Cuddy: I pressured you…Wilson coming through the window pressured you. If you’re forced into this, it’s not gonna work.
Cuddy: Do you have any response to that?
(House rummages around on his desk and comes up with a Boggle game.)
House: Game on!
A couple that plays together stays together (not sure they meant Boggle)
Cuddy: Plane for 5 points. (although “design” was on her list and plane wasn’t)
House: Got it.
House: Got it. Both versions.
Cuddy: Love. (Looks at House) You didn’t see love?
House: Well, I didn’t think you’d take my lack of board game skills so personally..
Cuddy: Why didn’t you tell my you love me?
House: Didn’t a wise woman once say, and by once I mean 2 hours ago, why’d you have to analyze everything to death? Why can’t this just be nice?
Cuddy: I told you I loved you. You didn’t tell me you love me back. You don’t think that should give me cause for concern?
House: Nope, ‘cause words don’t matter. Actions matter.
Cuddy: You’re really gonna take a stand here? You can’t say it?
House: Because, I forgot to grab a “V”.
(He sets out some letter cubes & is the backwards “E” a shoutout to “The Event”? Probably not.)
Cuddy: Lobe…gets you one point. One.
A 17″ laptop
Cuddy: Um, France. And not Paris or the Riviera, but there’s this place in Normandy, it’s on the…the tidal island. Everyone who’s not staying at one of the small inns has to leave before the tide comes in. You have this 900 year old fortress all to yourself. It’s called…
Cuddy: That’s it. Have you been there?
House: Nope, but I got a pretty good idea what it looks like.
(He shows her a picture of it on the computer)
Cuddy: How…how did you know?
House: You used to have a picture of it as a screensaver.
Cuddy: That was years ago.
House: Guess it’s a memorable place. Unfortunately, you can’t fly straight to Normandy but the layover in London’s only a couple hours.
Cuddy: What are you talking about?
House: It’s all there. All you gotta do is click confirm and we’ll be eating croissants and being insulted by stinky people this time tomorrow. Don’t worry, I used Wilson’s credit card.
Cuddy: I can’t.
House: I’m kidding. I used your credit card.
House: The hospital does not need your body. I do.
Cuddy: So does my daughter.
House: She can come, too. Or, to grandmother’s house she can go.
Cuddy: This is crazy..
House: So, you can break off your engagement but you won’t adjust your schedule?
Cuddy: I can’t. Not tomorrow, but two weekends from now. If Rachel’s gonna stay with my mom, I’m gonna need a little bit of prep time.
(They smile lovingly at each other.)
Cuddy, don’t go…
Cuddy: Thank you (they kiss) for everything.
House: You’re welcome…for everything.
Cuddy: I’ll see you tomorrow. (She walks to the door) I really do have to leave.
House: I know.
Cuddy: What’s the problem?
House: This isn’t gonna work.
Cuddy: That’s it? You can’t just say that and shut up.
House: This is a statement of fact. It’s not a debatable proposition.
Cuddy: Right, because you can see the future.
House: No, but I can see the past and you’re gonna remember the horrible things I’ve done and try to convince yourself that I’ve changed. Then I’m gonna start doing those horrible things again because I haven’t changed. Then you’ll realize that I am an insane choice for someone who has a kid and from there it’s a short step to the inevitable conclusion that all of this was a mistake. Tell me any of that isn’t true.
What now, indeed!
Cuddy: The only time you’re afraid is when you’re happy. You just don’t expect it to last.
House: ‘Cause it doesn’t.
Cuddy: You don’t know that.
House: I’ve done horrible things to you and I’ll do horrible things again…to you. ‘Cause one stupid moment with a dying girl in a pile of rubble, you think I could change. Tell me where I’m wrong.
Cuddy: I don’t want you to change. I know you’re screwed up. I know you are always gonna be screwed up but you’re the most incredible man I’ve ever known. You are always going to be the most incredible man I have ever known. So unless you’re breaking up with me, I am going home now.
(She kisses him and stands up to go. House holds onto her hand.)
House: I love you.
(Some bad directing has them both facing the same direction for this bit.)
(They hug goodbye. She kisses his neck and it’s sexy as hell.)
Cuddy: It’s gonna be great.
(Cuddy leaves and House closes the door. They are both smiling and then they both look worried.)
For all you who ship Chase & Thirteen (I don’t know what you call that pairing), these pics are for you…