Sorry for the wait, busy-busy-busy. This is part two of the fic. If you didn't catch the first, you can find it here, or on the Huddy Spot. Part three coming soon.
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18 years ago
Hacy_Huddy Era - After college
Hacy - First three years
After college, House received a job offer at a hospital in New Jersey. Leaving abruptly and without notice, his parents, especially his father, were outraged. They had repeatedly called him asking about his whereabouts, but he just allowed them to make their phone calls and leave their voicemails. But after a few weeks or so, he gave in for the thought of his mother. He had kept contact with his mother, and his mother alone.
Working as a nephrologist, he had consults and surgeries to conduct nearly every day of working. He felt his days to be tiring and boring, completely the opposite he was expecting out of college. He was hoping he could just go back to Michigan and stay there forever, rather than being out in the world like this.
Back at Michigan, Cuddy had returned for a third year at U of M, slowly advancing her way through with her intelligence. Within a year or so, she'd be prepared to graduate. On the downside of it all however, things had returned to a normal state for her, in which she wasn't used to but she would be, soon enough. The spontaneity had ended due to his departure, but after a while things had gotten tiring and quite boring for her also.
But one day, things had overturned for House. On a weekend Saturday, the administrator had a treat for the staff: paintball match. He had invited nearly all the doctors and the lawyers for a match between. With an hour games worth, House had been shot very few times, but most of the hits had shot out from the mysterious lurking figure out behind the gray fence. Still in his gear, he slowly made his way over there for a surprise attack, but as soon as he turned the corner the figure shot him down with nearly ten quick hits. Falling to the ground, his gear fell off and his face was revealed. He just stared at this figure before him. It then removed its gear revealing the face.
"Stacy Monroe." she said, holding out a hand. House just stared at her for a second, before allowing her to help him up.
"I targeted you the most because you were an easy target." she said proudly.
"Right."
"Greg House?"
"Am I supposed to know you?"
"It'd come in handy since we work together anyway."
"Right."
"Lawyer, if you were wondering." she started as they walked back to the building.
"Doctor, if you cared." he replied.
"I think I could've done the math." she said with a smile. He just smiled back, and they walked together back to the building along with all their other colleagues. Then they parted ways once they were all prepared to leave. He was slightly disappointed that he couldn't talk to her more, but was looking forward to work when the weekend was over. Which was an entirely new first for him. After meeting her again at work, everything happened so fast: Banter and conversation had led to a date, which failed miserably but within a week, they found themselves living together. She had moved in with him into his apartment and from that moment on, they were inseparable. Until two years later.
At a convention not too far from Princeton, House attended with colleagues from work. Like every other convention he had been to, he found himself, uninterested, unfocused and lost in his own little world. However, in a brief moment something happened--
Standing in one direction, perfectly still his eyes silenced the hall. Creating a darkness around him, he allowed his eyes to focus on one and one thing only: A young woman. Merely feet away from him. Early twenties, smiling and laughing. Slate eyes, black waves tracing down a pale skin--
Cuddy? he whispered. Her head turned, as if she had heard him and saw him looking at her. She excused herself from the people she was conversing with, and walked over to him with a surprised smile spread across her face.
"House?"
"What are you doing here." he asked slightly shocked. Thinking back, and remembering graduation night--remembering the last things he said to her, it was like a ghost from Christmas past.
"I graduated. Hah. I would've invited you, but I figured you moved out of Michigan by the time I did. And I was right."
"Right." he began to walk away, in hope that he could take her somewhere else which he did, over by a staircase.
"Where are you working," she asked as they approached the staircase. She folded her arms and leaned against the wall as he sat on the third step.
"What relevance does it have to this conversation?"
"Why, are you out of work?" she asked with a hint of hope.
"Why ask?"
"Why question my curiosity?"
"You have a curiosity about my career, and there's a reason you do."
"Seeing as I owe you." he threw her an entertained grin and glare.
"I have a job--but what are you offering?"
"To repay my debt, I think I can get you a slot, over at Princeton-Plainsbro."
"Seriously."
"I'm good with the administrator. I can convince him."
"And good was a euphemism for 'sleeping with' while 'convince' was a euphemism for seduce?"
"Oh of course. I'm the one all about sex. You practically threw your highly drunken self on me that night. Plus, he was my boyfriend before the dean."
"Oh my God--"
"Shut up--"
"was I so right--"
"Shut it--
"how right was I?"
"I'm not a slut, House." he just laughed hysterically on the stairs before replying.
"Who said you were?" he just looked up at her and she smiled innocently at him. He continued talking, remembering to bring up Stacy.
"You need attorneys?"
"We don't need any necessarily, but it's useful."
"Stacy Monroe."
"Girlfriend?"
"Yep."
"Okay."
"What's your sex toy's name?"
"Harry Quinton. Not only is he my, 'sex toy' but he's now your boss. So be good to him. It's not like you have a choice anyway."
"Right. I thought you stood on that one--what was it? Employee-employer kind of rule."
"Who said I did?"
"You just seemed like that person."
"Right. Well, I'll talk to him and let you know as soon as possible."
"Won't be that long. You go home, have the sex, and you bring it up as he spoons you. The guys horny so he'll say yes, and easy ticket for me and Stace. Right?" she just shook her head and smirked to herself as she walked away.
Both paths reunited again--things would never be the same.
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18 years ago
Hacy_Huddy Era - After college
Hacy - First three years
After college, House received a job offer at a hospital in New Jersey. Leaving abruptly and without notice, his parents, especially his father, were outraged. They had repeatedly called him asking about his whereabouts, but he just allowed them to make their phone calls and leave their voicemails. But after a few weeks or so, he gave in for the thought of his mother. He had kept contact with his mother, and his mother alone.
Working as a nephrologist, he had consults and surgeries to conduct nearly every day of working. He felt his days to be tiring and boring, completely the opposite he was expecting out of college. He was hoping he could just go back to Michigan and stay there forever, rather than being out in the world like this.
Back at Michigan, Cuddy had returned for a third year at U of M, slowly advancing her way through with her intelligence. Within a year or so, she'd be prepared to graduate. On the downside of it all however, things had returned to a normal state for her, in which she wasn't used to but she would be, soon enough. The spontaneity had ended due to his departure, but after a while things had gotten tiring and quite boring for her also.
But one day, things had overturned for House. On a weekend Saturday, the administrator had a treat for the staff: paintball match. He had invited nearly all the doctors and the lawyers for a match between. With an hour games worth, House had been shot very few times, but most of the hits had shot out from the mysterious lurking figure out behind the gray fence. Still in his gear, he slowly made his way over there for a surprise attack, but as soon as he turned the corner the figure shot him down with nearly ten quick hits. Falling to the ground, his gear fell off and his face was revealed. He just stared at this figure before him. It then removed its gear revealing the face.
"Stacy Monroe." she said, holding out a hand. House just stared at her for a second, before allowing her to help him up.
"I targeted you the most because you were an easy target." she said proudly.
"Right."
"Greg House?"
"Am I supposed to know you?"
"It'd come in handy since we work together anyway."
"Right."
"Lawyer, if you were wondering." she started as they walked back to the building.
"Doctor, if you cared." he replied.
"I think I could've done the math." she said with a smile. He just smiled back, and they walked together back to the building along with all their other colleagues. Then they parted ways once they were all prepared to leave. He was slightly disappointed that he couldn't talk to her more, but was looking forward to work when the weekend was over. Which was an entirely new first for him. After meeting her again at work, everything happened so fast: Banter and conversation had led to a date, which failed miserably but within a week, they found themselves living together. She had moved in with him into his apartment and from that moment on, they were inseparable. Until two years later.
At a convention not too far from Princeton, House attended with colleagues from work. Like every other convention he had been to, he found himself, uninterested, unfocused and lost in his own little world. However, in a brief moment something happened--
Standing in one direction, perfectly still his eyes silenced the hall. Creating a darkness around him, he allowed his eyes to focus on one and one thing only: A young woman. Merely feet away from him. Early twenties, smiling and laughing. Slate eyes, black waves tracing down a pale skin--
Cuddy? he whispered. Her head turned, as if she had heard him and saw him looking at her. She excused herself from the people she was conversing with, and walked over to him with a surprised smile spread across her face.
"House?"
"What are you doing here." he asked slightly shocked. Thinking back, and remembering graduation night--remembering the last things he said to her, it was like a ghost from Christmas past.
"I graduated. Hah. I would've invited you, but I figured you moved out of Michigan by the time I did. And I was right."
"Right." he began to walk away, in hope that he could take her somewhere else which he did, over by a staircase.
"Where are you working," she asked as they approached the staircase. She folded her arms and leaned against the wall as he sat on the third step.
"What relevance does it have to this conversation?"
"Why, are you out of work?" she asked with a hint of hope.
"Why ask?"
"Why question my curiosity?"
"You have a curiosity about my career, and there's a reason you do."
"Seeing as I owe you." he threw her an entertained grin and glare.
"I have a job--but what are you offering?"
"To repay my debt, I think I can get you a slot, over at Princeton-Plainsbro."
"Seriously."
"I'm good with the administrator. I can convince him."
"And good was a euphemism for 'sleeping with' while 'convince' was a euphemism for seduce?"
"Oh of course. I'm the one all about sex. You practically threw your highly drunken self on me that night. Plus, he was my boyfriend before the dean."
"Oh my God--"
"Shut up--"
"was I so right--"
"Shut it--
"how right was I?"
"I'm not a slut, House." he just laughed hysterically on the stairs before replying.
"Who said you were?" he just looked up at her and she smiled innocently at him. He continued talking, remembering to bring up Stacy.
"You need attorneys?"
"We don't need any necessarily, but it's useful."
"Stacy Monroe."
"Girlfriend?"
"Yep."
"Okay."
"What's your sex toy's name?"
"Harry Quinton. Not only is he my, 'sex toy' but he's now your boss. So be good to him. It's not like you have a choice anyway."
"Right. I thought you stood on that one--what was it? Employee-employer kind of rule."
"Who said I did?"
"You just seemed like that person."
"Right. Well, I'll talk to him and let you know as soon as possible."
"Won't be that long. You go home, have the sex, and you bring it up as he spoons you. The guys horny so he'll say yes, and easy ticket for me and Stace. Right?" she just shook her head and smirked to herself as she walked away.
Both paths reunited again--things would never be the same.
