Inspired by Oldmovie from link which is why she gets a spot in the title. ;D
For all of you who are dying to know all the gaps--college, House being hired--even how Wilson came to work with House. How are things incorporated together, to make what we know today?
This is just my opinion through I must say a fairly long fan fiction of how things could've happened. Very small details have been changed to fit the course of the time and events to allow them to make sense. If you want the mechanics on this(actual math, the workings, what happened and when) you can send me a personal message asking. I don't have time and or possibly even room to write it here. Anyways, enjoy! And look out for part two coming soon.
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20 Years Ago
College Period - University of Michigan
First Year
First year as an undergraduate at the University of Michigan--Lisa Cuddy was unimaginably ecstatic of her acceptance. Driving herself hard to fulfill her childhood dream of becoming a doctor was very admirable. Considering what she had been through in her childhood.
A young Lisa Cuddy had lived upon the streets of Detroit through her youth. Bullied on for her race, having to rough it out with all the things she had been surrounded by, had influenced her career path greatly--and at such a young age. Seeing all the violence and crime committed around her block, she was traumatized. Feeling as isolated as she was, she wanted to eventually break free of it. Of this confinement of feeling helpless--she was determined to reach her goal by the end of high school.
Now that she had made it to where she was exactly, she felt very self fulfilled. She had every right to be. But she still had a long way to go.
Going through her classes, she fell disappointed, seeing that "endocrinology" was not on it. Perhaps there was not a class for undergraduates at the moment. So being curious, she decided to ask one of her professors if there was even a class of it. And there was, but seeing as her schedule was already full, she just decided to audit the class, and see how helpful it would be for her in the possible future.
Taking the space of her five o'clock freetime, she ventured out for the class, hoping to be satisfied. Entering the room, she was overwhelmed with the amount of people. All, except a selected few, were graduates. Feeling uneasy, she looked for a good seat before class begun. She went far up the steps, taking her place in the second back row. Sitting in the front would only flaunt herself, attracting attention that was certainly not needed seeing the position she was in.
Scoping out the room, a man had struck her eye. He was a good few years older than her. She could tell by the way he spoke, and the kind of gestures he used. He was sitting casually on one of the desks, conversing with the friends around him. As he turned the other way, he caught a quick glimpse of her. Only a fraction of a second, it seemed to last for a minute--not really.
When the class began, he was seen only two rows in front of her. Discreetly throughout the whole lesson, he would take occasional glances back at her, whether she was looking at him or not. At the end of the class, Cuddy was the last to leave the room after the professor had greeted her. Exiting out the door, she immediately ran into him.
"You're new." he said, ignoring their mild collision.
"And you're House, right?" she had heard rumors about him, but never bothered to consider them. At least before she knew what he looked like.
"New but up with the natural flow of things. Nice." he had a smooth voice, his hair was a dark brown and his eyes were--unmistakable. He continued.
"Now, I'm not entirely sure if I'll regret asking--because I usually do. But I have a feeling we'll be seeing each other. You got a name?"
"Lisa. Lisa Cuddy." he nodded, and she turned beginning to walk away.
"Cuddy!" he called out. She stopped, holding her laptop and books close, and turned.
"Lisa." she replied.
"Don't expect it," he stated condescendingly. She pursed her lips with a nod, and walked away, leaving him with a smirk on his face before they both returned to their dorms.
Ironically, they were both in the same hall, on the same floor. They ran into each other again, both at the doors of their room. First glance, he rolled his eyes with a smile as she threw out a scoff holding onto the handle of the door.
"Of course."
"Oh--this will be good." he said, as they watched each other walk into their rooms. After that, they kept contact solely during their endocrinology class. They ran into each other at their hall from time to time, and occasionally in mess hall, but nothing voluntary. They both had found each other, annoying, awkward and strange, but once the second year at the university came around, that slowly changed.
First Goodbye
Once the corner turned around to the second year, they met again--in the same scenario, except without a class together. But they did live again in the same hall, on the same floor. For some reason, he couldn't help but stray close to her this year. By the end of the two semesters at U of M, House was to graduate. So he lived through the year, very recklessly, and like what you would normally expect in a college student--only worse. Parties left and right, a lot of drunk nights, and who better to come along than Lisa Cuddy. Sometimes, he would be so drunk that she had to walk him into his dorm and make sure he'd fall asleep.
They weren't considered a 'thing' by most people, but to all of them they seemed to be. Always fighting in each others company, attending countless parties together--it fit right? No. They were just two people on a weird friendship basis who dragged the other everywhere. That was their rep together at least, until one night. The last night.
When Cuddy was alone at her desk, reading and studying from her endocrinology textbook, she heard people yelling, screaming and parading about graduation. She just smirked at them, and the thought that House would be one of them. Surprised that he hadn't barged into her dorm room to gloat about the honors and medals he would get, made her strangely curious. So she closed her book and set her glasses down on the desk and left her room to go to his. But she stopped when he heard him talking on the phone.
"Knock him out with drugs if you have to.....He's never been reasonable--look. I didn't want you at my high school graduation because I knew it wasn't a big deal. Now that I want you at my actual graduation--no. Don't. The ceremony is starting soon anyway. No you won't make it in time. Yeah I know. Right." he slapped his cell shut, and just stood in his gown, facing his window. She leaned in more towards the doorway, and then he addressed her.
"It's my dad." he said, turning around.
"How did you know?"
"Your laundry detergent. Ridiculously emanating the scent from you at least a meter radius." she gave a smirk before asking.
"Why aren't they coming?"
"Because my dad's a selfish bastard," he stated kicking back in his office chair.
"I'm sure he has a good reason for not coming."
"The hell he does. It doesn't matter, I'm not let down anyway, I've learned to not expect too much from him. The only reason I wanted him here tonight was to gloat."
"Gloat? About what?"
"I held up two jobs to get through to this night, and I'm an army brat." he stated somewhat proudly. He continued. "he refused to pay for school, which makes you think, 'oh he wants to see his son earn it instead of paid off,' but no. No, he refused because of my practice. Stupid son of a bitch wanted me in the army or marines."
"Stop that. He's still your father." he got up, and began to walk out before replying, "Right." she sighed, and thought for a second. No one was going to be there for him at his graduation--the one that he earned. Unless.. she bit her lip, and decided to go to the ceremony. She quickly ran back to her dorm and change for proper attire, and rushed down to the yard with her camera. Right before the ceremony started she made her way to the offside of the crowd to make sure she could see House--it was a big class. Throughout the ceremony, Cuddy had spotted his friends, one of which was the valedictorian and gave the speech. Right after, they began to give out the diplomas. Soon enough, House was up there.
"Dina Hellen! Charles Hinder! Gregory House!" as soon as he shook hands with the dean accepting his diploma, Cuddy snapped the shot. Slightly alarmed moving on to the rest of the faculty members, he looked where the flash had come from. He sustained a slightly confused and squinted face until her approached her off the sides.
"What the hell was that?" he asked her loosely. He didn't seem to care about it, but it seemed stupid enough to him to matter.
"Someone needed to take that picture. It works. I'm not cut out as strange or a stalker because according to rumors we're dating and we might as well put up the act. Second you get your picture, and your pride." she uttered with satisfaction. Using his peripherals, he could see his friends glancing over at them. Deciding to give their eyes a treat, he leaned in to kiss her. Surprised on impact, she jerked a little, but let it go anyway. After merely seconds he let go. She bit her lip.
"What the hell was that?" she asked quietly.
"Our audience is looking. Don't take it into consideration." he smirked and carefully made his way back to his seat. After that she just glared after him slightly, and began to walk back to her dorm. The only thing left was the tassel ceremony, and they would dismiss them all.
By the time she got back to her dorm to sleep everything was over and done with--and all the students paraded the halls. Banging on doors, screaming, laughing. Some popping open beers. some began to throw parties. Noticing this, her roommate went to join them all, leaving her alone on her bed.
After about a half hour, lying awake, digging her eyes into the ceiling, she gave up trying to rest herself. So studying was the next alternative. She slipped out of her bed and went to her desk to go over her endocrinology book. After about five minutes, a knock resounded on her door. Rolling her eyes, praying that it wasn't her drunk roommate, she walked towards the door--but regretting to pray for the wrong thing once she opened the door.
"House. What do you want?" she stared at him clearly irritated as he scoped out her room.
"Really?" he nodded, gesturing to her desk. Suddenly, one of House's friends had passed by and took a quick look at both of them, before proclaiming,
"Ohh! My, my, my is there trouble in paradise?" as he walked away, she hung her head in shame and left the door open as she walked back to her desk. House walked in and closed the door behind him as he fell back on her bed.
"I hate you, and your friends." she said blankly.
"I hate you too, and I'd hate your friends too if you had any."
"That's not one of your best comebacks," she stated, her nose practically in the book.
"Pardon me, just a little tipsy over here."
"Right. Why are you here."
"You don't seem even the slightest interest of why I'm here."
"Then why do I ask."
"You do it to please me. You have an idea of why I'm here but you're not sure. Frankly you don't care as much, but you know you'll have to hear it anyway, so you hook on."
"I think it'd be easier for both of us if you came out with it already--instead of explaining what I already know to my already worn out subconscious."
"I graduated. And I'm leaving."
"Yes--you've focused on the fact that you are actually smart enough to go through college and that your presence here has expired. This is really something I needed to know."
"I think we should have sex." he bluntly said. She just scoffed and then looked at him, his face serious as ever.
"Oh my God you're not joking."
"It'll help out the act--remember?"
"You're leaving tomorrow, we don't need to."
"Do you want to?"
"I don't--" she sighed and allowed him to keep talking.
"If you're worried about having to be emotionally attached after this, don't. I doubt our paths can cross again. I'll make sure of it." she laughed before replying..
"I'm--not going to have sex with you. House, you are not the kind of guy who can give me what I want."
"I can do that."
"Right."
"What, you don't believe me?"
"Well seeing as you've made such a compelling argument so far." she retorted with sarcasm. she continued. "you're half drunk, and you've probably done a couple drugs for the night I think your satisfaction level should be raised. You want sex, go sleep with the girl next door. You don't need me for it."
"What about your satisfaction level?" she looked at him again, before he continued. "You like where this is going. Don't you."
"Why would you ever think that."
"You wouldn't waste your breath, explaining something I already know."
"Neither would you." her focus was on the text, so he knew exactly what to do. He swept everything off her desk, all falling on the floor. Cuddy had sprang up from the chair in the opposite direction. The lamp bulb popped, causing a flicker, and the book along with pens and pencils clattered onto the floor. Cuddy glared at him with her jaw slightly hanging.
"You're paying for that lamp." she said firmly with a hint of sarcasm. Before she could say anything else, he dove in to kiss her. At first she was reluctant to let things go further, until she fell backward onto the desk, sounding a loud thud. Arching over her, she warned him of her roommate.
"She'll be half drunk--" he started, and then tossed his shoe at the ceiling, breaking the bulb, causing immediate darkness. She smiled and he kissed her again.
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Hours later
It turned out that Cuddy's roommate had never returned. She was either too drunk or too stoned to be able to walk back from wherever she was.
At the crack of dawn, House woke up from their slumber and began to dress back up. After slipping on his pants and his shirt and shoes, he retrieved the blanket from her bed, covering her over the desk. Tossing her clothes from the floor onto her bed, he looked for some scrap paper. Writing down frantically on the post-it, he stuck it on the window above her, before disappearing out of sight.
Giving you everything you wanted--I guess now this means you owe me.
For all of you who are dying to know all the gaps--college, House being hired--even how Wilson came to work with House. How are things incorporated together, to make what we know today?
This is just my opinion through I must say a fairly long fan fiction of how things could've happened. Very small details have been changed to fit the course of the time and events to allow them to make sense. If you want the mechanics on this(actual math, the workings, what happened and when) you can send me a personal message asking. I don't have time and or possibly even room to write it here. Anyways, enjoy! And look out for part two coming soon.
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20 Years Ago
College Period - University of Michigan
First Year
First year as an undergraduate at the University of Michigan--Lisa Cuddy was unimaginably ecstatic of her acceptance. Driving herself hard to fulfill her childhood dream of becoming a doctor was very admirable. Considering what she had been through in her childhood.
A young Lisa Cuddy had lived upon the streets of Detroit through her youth. Bullied on for her race, having to rough it out with all the things she had been surrounded by, had influenced her career path greatly--and at such a young age. Seeing all the violence and crime committed around her block, she was traumatized. Feeling as isolated as she was, she wanted to eventually break free of it. Of this confinement of feeling helpless--she was determined to reach her goal by the end of high school.
Now that she had made it to where she was exactly, she felt very self fulfilled. She had every right to be. But she still had a long way to go.
Going through her classes, she fell disappointed, seeing that "endocrinology" was not on it. Perhaps there was not a class for undergraduates at the moment. So being curious, she decided to ask one of her professors if there was even a class of it. And there was, but seeing as her schedule was already full, she just decided to audit the class, and see how helpful it would be for her in the possible future.
Taking the space of her five o'clock freetime, she ventured out for the class, hoping to be satisfied. Entering the room, she was overwhelmed with the amount of people. All, except a selected few, were graduates. Feeling uneasy, she looked for a good seat before class begun. She went far up the steps, taking her place in the second back row. Sitting in the front would only flaunt herself, attracting attention that was certainly not needed seeing the position she was in.
Scoping out the room, a man had struck her eye. He was a good few years older than her. She could tell by the way he spoke, and the kind of gestures he used. He was sitting casually on one of the desks, conversing with the friends around him. As he turned the other way, he caught a quick glimpse of her. Only a fraction of a second, it seemed to last for a minute--not really.
When the class began, he was seen only two rows in front of her. Discreetly throughout the whole lesson, he would take occasional glances back at her, whether she was looking at him or not. At the end of the class, Cuddy was the last to leave the room after the professor had greeted her. Exiting out the door, she immediately ran into him.
"You're new." he said, ignoring their mild collision.
"And you're House, right?" she had heard rumors about him, but never bothered to consider them. At least before she knew what he looked like.
"New but up with the natural flow of things. Nice." he had a smooth voice, his hair was a dark brown and his eyes were--unmistakable. He continued.
"Now, I'm not entirely sure if I'll regret asking--because I usually do. But I have a feeling we'll be seeing each other. You got a name?"
"Lisa. Lisa Cuddy." he nodded, and she turned beginning to walk away.
"Cuddy!" he called out. She stopped, holding her laptop and books close, and turned.
"Lisa." she replied.
"Don't expect it," he stated condescendingly. She pursed her lips with a nod, and walked away, leaving him with a smirk on his face before they both returned to their dorms.
Ironically, they were both in the same hall, on the same floor. They ran into each other again, both at the doors of their room. First glance, he rolled his eyes with a smile as she threw out a scoff holding onto the handle of the door.
"Of course."
"Oh--this will be good." he said, as they watched each other walk into their rooms. After that, they kept contact solely during their endocrinology class. They ran into each other at their hall from time to time, and occasionally in mess hall, but nothing voluntary. They both had found each other, annoying, awkward and strange, but once the second year at the university came around, that slowly changed.
First Goodbye
Once the corner turned around to the second year, they met again--in the same scenario, except without a class together. But they did live again in the same hall, on the same floor. For some reason, he couldn't help but stray close to her this year. By the end of the two semesters at U of M, House was to graduate. So he lived through the year, very recklessly, and like what you would normally expect in a college student--only worse. Parties left and right, a lot of drunk nights, and who better to come along than Lisa Cuddy. Sometimes, he would be so drunk that she had to walk him into his dorm and make sure he'd fall asleep.
They weren't considered a 'thing' by most people, but to all of them they seemed to be. Always fighting in each others company, attending countless parties together--it fit right? No. They were just two people on a weird friendship basis who dragged the other everywhere. That was their rep together at least, until one night. The last night.
When Cuddy was alone at her desk, reading and studying from her endocrinology textbook, she heard people yelling, screaming and parading about graduation. She just smirked at them, and the thought that House would be one of them. Surprised that he hadn't barged into her dorm room to gloat about the honors and medals he would get, made her strangely curious. So she closed her book and set her glasses down on the desk and left her room to go to his. But she stopped when he heard him talking on the phone.
"Knock him out with drugs if you have to.....He's never been reasonable--look. I didn't want you at my high school graduation because I knew it wasn't a big deal. Now that I want you at my actual graduation--no. Don't. The ceremony is starting soon anyway. No you won't make it in time. Yeah I know. Right." he slapped his cell shut, and just stood in his gown, facing his window. She leaned in more towards the doorway, and then he addressed her.
"It's my dad." he said, turning around.
"How did you know?"
"Your laundry detergent. Ridiculously emanating the scent from you at least a meter radius." she gave a smirk before asking.
"Why aren't they coming?"
"Because my dad's a selfish bastard," he stated kicking back in his office chair.
"I'm sure he has a good reason for not coming."
"The hell he does. It doesn't matter, I'm not let down anyway, I've learned to not expect too much from him. The only reason I wanted him here tonight was to gloat."
"Gloat? About what?"
"I held up two jobs to get through to this night, and I'm an army brat." he stated somewhat proudly. He continued. "he refused to pay for school, which makes you think, 'oh he wants to see his son earn it instead of paid off,' but no. No, he refused because of my practice. Stupid son of a bitch wanted me in the army or marines."
"Stop that. He's still your father." he got up, and began to walk out before replying, "Right." she sighed, and thought for a second. No one was going to be there for him at his graduation--the one that he earned. Unless.. she bit her lip, and decided to go to the ceremony. She quickly ran back to her dorm and change for proper attire, and rushed down to the yard with her camera. Right before the ceremony started she made her way to the offside of the crowd to make sure she could see House--it was a big class. Throughout the ceremony, Cuddy had spotted his friends, one of which was the valedictorian and gave the speech. Right after, they began to give out the diplomas. Soon enough, House was up there.
"Dina Hellen! Charles Hinder! Gregory House!" as soon as he shook hands with the dean accepting his diploma, Cuddy snapped the shot. Slightly alarmed moving on to the rest of the faculty members, he looked where the flash had come from. He sustained a slightly confused and squinted face until her approached her off the sides.
"What the hell was that?" he asked her loosely. He didn't seem to care about it, but it seemed stupid enough to him to matter.
"Someone needed to take that picture. It works. I'm not cut out as strange or a stalker because according to rumors we're dating and we might as well put up the act. Second you get your picture, and your pride." she uttered with satisfaction. Using his peripherals, he could see his friends glancing over at them. Deciding to give their eyes a treat, he leaned in to kiss her. Surprised on impact, she jerked a little, but let it go anyway. After merely seconds he let go. She bit her lip.
"What the hell was that?" she asked quietly.
"Our audience is looking. Don't take it into consideration." he smirked and carefully made his way back to his seat. After that she just glared after him slightly, and began to walk back to her dorm. The only thing left was the tassel ceremony, and they would dismiss them all.
By the time she got back to her dorm to sleep everything was over and done with--and all the students paraded the halls. Banging on doors, screaming, laughing. Some popping open beers. some began to throw parties. Noticing this, her roommate went to join them all, leaving her alone on her bed.
After about a half hour, lying awake, digging her eyes into the ceiling, she gave up trying to rest herself. So studying was the next alternative. She slipped out of her bed and went to her desk to go over her endocrinology book. After about five minutes, a knock resounded on her door. Rolling her eyes, praying that it wasn't her drunk roommate, she walked towards the door--but regretting to pray for the wrong thing once she opened the door.
"House. What do you want?" she stared at him clearly irritated as he scoped out her room.
"Really?" he nodded, gesturing to her desk. Suddenly, one of House's friends had passed by and took a quick look at both of them, before proclaiming,
"Ohh! My, my, my is there trouble in paradise?" as he walked away, she hung her head in shame and left the door open as she walked back to her desk. House walked in and closed the door behind him as he fell back on her bed.
"I hate you, and your friends." she said blankly.
"I hate you too, and I'd hate your friends too if you had any."
"That's not one of your best comebacks," she stated, her nose practically in the book.
"Pardon me, just a little tipsy over here."
"Right. Why are you here."
"You don't seem even the slightest interest of why I'm here."
"Then why do I ask."
"You do it to please me. You have an idea of why I'm here but you're not sure. Frankly you don't care as much, but you know you'll have to hear it anyway, so you hook on."
"I think it'd be easier for both of us if you came out with it already--instead of explaining what I already know to my already worn out subconscious."
"I graduated. And I'm leaving."
"Yes--you've focused on the fact that you are actually smart enough to go through college and that your presence here has expired. This is really something I needed to know."
"I think we should have sex." he bluntly said. She just scoffed and then looked at him, his face serious as ever.
"Oh my God you're not joking."
"It'll help out the act--remember?"
"You're leaving tomorrow, we don't need to."
"Do you want to?"
"I don't--" she sighed and allowed him to keep talking.
"If you're worried about having to be emotionally attached after this, don't. I doubt our paths can cross again. I'll make sure of it." she laughed before replying..
"I'm--not going to have sex with you. House, you are not the kind of guy who can give me what I want."
"I can do that."
"Right."
"What, you don't believe me?"
"Well seeing as you've made such a compelling argument so far." she retorted with sarcasm. she continued. "you're half drunk, and you've probably done a couple drugs for the night I think your satisfaction level should be raised. You want sex, go sleep with the girl next door. You don't need me for it."
"What about your satisfaction level?" she looked at him again, before he continued. "You like where this is going. Don't you."
"Why would you ever think that."
"You wouldn't waste your breath, explaining something I already know."
"Neither would you." her focus was on the text, so he knew exactly what to do. He swept everything off her desk, all falling on the floor. Cuddy had sprang up from the chair in the opposite direction. The lamp bulb popped, causing a flicker, and the book along with pens and pencils clattered onto the floor. Cuddy glared at him with her jaw slightly hanging.
"You're paying for that lamp." she said firmly with a hint of sarcasm. Before she could say anything else, he dove in to kiss her. At first she was reluctant to let things go further, until she fell backward onto the desk, sounding a loud thud. Arching over her, she warned him of her roommate.
"She'll be half drunk--" he started, and then tossed his shoe at the ceiling, breaking the bulb, causing immediate darkness. She smiled and he kissed her again.
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Hours later
It turned out that Cuddy's roommate had never returned. She was either too drunk or too stoned to be able to walk back from wherever she was.
At the crack of dawn, House woke up from their slumber and began to dress back up. After slipping on his pants and his shirt and shoes, he retrieved the blanket from her bed, covering her over the desk. Tossing her clothes from the floor onto her bed, he looked for some scrap paper. Writing down frantically on the post-it, he stuck it on the window above her, before disappearing out of sight.
Giving you everything you wanted--I guess now this means you owe me.
Blythe House
