I HATE WRITER'S BLOCK. I hate it period. So, my sincerest apologies for the wait. Also, I didn't feel like writing out the whole title thing again. BUT, it is still dedicated to Oldmovie, let it be said. So, here's the third extension. Fourth coming soon. (hopefully) Enjoy.
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16 years ago
Hacy_Huddy Era - At Princeton-Plainsbro
Hacy - Last two years
The inseparable had become separable after House took the job at Princeton-Plainsbro. House's attention had been more on work now, than on Stacy.
Although his job hadn't changed, still occupied as a nephrologist but events occurred more often. Patients would come in with odd sets of symptoms, which raised his level of curiosity each time. Assisting doctors during differentials drew him away from his actual job, but he enjoyed it. Every time he would research and research abnormal symptoms in a specific situation after every case that came upon the ER or clinic. At the time, a diagnostic department was non-existent so selected doctors like House, along with neurologists, pathologists, endocrinologists would come round and conduct a differential. A situation like this wouldn't happen frequently, but enough to keep House satisfied.
About a year or so already at Princeton-Plainsbro, House was really enjoying himself. Until one day, Cuddy approached him, asking him a favor. While asleep in the lounge, Cuddy and Stacy walked in and flicked on the lights to reveal him sprawled out on the couch. He jerked and squinted his eyes towards the doorway to see them standing there smirking at him.
"Alright--I got only one penis here, who's willing to go second?" he uttered sleepily.
"Get up, House. We let you sleep for nearly two hours now." they both walked in and Cuddy pushed his leg off the armrest so she could sit while Stacy lifted him up so she could sit next to him.
"I barely slept last night."
"Because you spent hours on our computer last night, with your eyes glued to about five different articles." Stacy stated with a scoff.
"Ah, I didn't know you were awake."
"Course you didn't." she said skeptically.
"I need you to go to New Orleans for me--" Cuddy started.
"Oh God, here we go."
"this weekend. Short notice, I know but I can't make it. It's a convention at the Le Pavillon hotel. I don't need you do do anything, just go and represent our hospital. There's a bar, you can go get drunk for all I care. Just go."
"I take it--your boy toy was and is still obligated to attend, however, he could not so he dropped it on you...and you somehow find an excuse--for which I am not going to bother my self interest with now--to dump this on me."
"Oh come on. She's already payed for it you might as well go." Stacy said.
"Ohh. So you two are teaming up on me now, I see."
"Booze and you don't even have to do anything. You don't have to pay for anything what else do you want? Someone needs to go. I can't, Harry can't--" Cuddy defended.
"I would but I'm only an attorney."
"What's Quinton's excuse?"
"I thought you weren't going to dip your self interest into his excuse?" Cuddy asked.
"I said I don't want to dip my self interest into your excuse. Didn't say anything about Quinton."
"He's got a conference over in Baltimore. Just go. Do it as another favor. I can owe you again." House fixed his eyes on her. Tilting his head one way, he replied.
"You two, are going out of town. Anniversary?" he asked. Cuddy's mouth hung, as if looking offended. Refusing to reply, he just continued.
"And--you haven't asked Stacey because she's obviously in on it. Which leaves me. What is it, one month, six months, one year?" Stacy slapped him across the head, replying with snickers, he just continued.
"I wouldn't be surprised if he asked you to marry him either. Actually I would, because then it would prove that the son of a bitch has balls--" Cuddy then slapped him upside the head. Replying with another group of snickers, Cuddy finally intervened.
"Just because you're right doesn't mean you get to go full out on being an ass. I don't understand why you can't go--"
"I never said I wouldn't go," he started, walking towards the door.
"just nice to hear you two argue about it towards me for a while." he tried walking out, but they called him back in. He sighed at the door, widened his eyes and stared at him with a grin.
"So you'll go--just like that?"
"If you want something just ask. I don't care for excuses. What gets me to say no is the annoyingly long rants of excuses people offer. They think they're making things better but no, it makes it worse. Ticket?"
"It's in my locker--"
"I'll go break into it." he began to leave yet again but they both called out, stopping him again.
"I can give you the combination, you don't have to go breaking the lock."
"My way's funner." he stated, before attempting to walk out. About a foot outside of the door, he stopped and turned back, popping his head in the door again.
"I didn't call you." she said awkwardly.
"I had a feeling you wanted to."
"Just--thank you, House." she smiled at him sincerely before he gave a curt nod and shot right out of there. Although it didn't seem like it, Cuddy had just given him the opportunity for a twist in his life that he would be thanking her for later on.
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16 years ago
Hacy_Huddy Era - At Princeton-Plainsbro
Hacy - Last two years
The inseparable had become separable after House took the job at Princeton-Plainsbro. House's attention had been more on work now, than on Stacy.
Although his job hadn't changed, still occupied as a nephrologist but events occurred more often. Patients would come in with odd sets of symptoms, which raised his level of curiosity each time. Assisting doctors during differentials drew him away from his actual job, but he enjoyed it. Every time he would research and research abnormal symptoms in a specific situation after every case that came upon the ER or clinic. At the time, a diagnostic department was non-existent so selected doctors like House, along with neurologists, pathologists, endocrinologists would come round and conduct a differential. A situation like this wouldn't happen frequently, but enough to keep House satisfied.
About a year or so already at Princeton-Plainsbro, House was really enjoying himself. Until one day, Cuddy approached him, asking him a favor. While asleep in the lounge, Cuddy and Stacy walked in and flicked on the lights to reveal him sprawled out on the couch. He jerked and squinted his eyes towards the doorway to see them standing there smirking at him.
"Alright--I got only one penis here, who's willing to go second?" he uttered sleepily.
"Get up, House. We let you sleep for nearly two hours now." they both walked in and Cuddy pushed his leg off the armrest so she could sit while Stacy lifted him up so she could sit next to him.
"I barely slept last night."
"Because you spent hours on our computer last night, with your eyes glued to about five different articles." Stacy stated with a scoff.
"Ah, I didn't know you were awake."
"Course you didn't." she said skeptically.
"I need you to go to New Orleans for me--" Cuddy started.
"Oh God, here we go."
"this weekend. Short notice, I know but I can't make it. It's a convention at the Le Pavillon hotel. I don't need you do do anything, just go and represent our hospital. There's a bar, you can go get drunk for all I care. Just go."
"I take it--your boy toy was and is still obligated to attend, however, he could not so he dropped it on you...and you somehow find an excuse--for which I am not going to bother my self interest with now--to dump this on me."
"Oh come on. She's already payed for it you might as well go." Stacy said.
"Ohh. So you two are teaming up on me now, I see."
"Booze and you don't even have to do anything. You don't have to pay for anything what else do you want? Someone needs to go. I can't, Harry can't--" Cuddy defended.
"I would but I'm only an attorney."
"What's Quinton's excuse?"
"I thought you weren't going to dip your self interest into his excuse?" Cuddy asked.
"I said I don't want to dip my self interest into your excuse. Didn't say anything about Quinton."
"He's got a conference over in Baltimore. Just go. Do it as another favor. I can owe you again." House fixed his eyes on her. Tilting his head one way, he replied.
"You two, are going out of town. Anniversary?" he asked. Cuddy's mouth hung, as if looking offended. Refusing to reply, he just continued.
"And--you haven't asked Stacey because she's obviously in on it. Which leaves me. What is it, one month, six months, one year?" Stacy slapped him across the head, replying with snickers, he just continued.
"I wouldn't be surprised if he asked you to marry him either. Actually I would, because then it would prove that the son of a bitch has balls--" Cuddy then slapped him upside the head. Replying with another group of snickers, Cuddy finally intervened.
"Just because you're right doesn't mean you get to go full out on being an ass. I don't understand why you can't go--"
"I never said I wouldn't go," he started, walking towards the door.
"just nice to hear you two argue about it towards me for a while." he tried walking out, but they called him back in. He sighed at the door, widened his eyes and stared at him with a grin.
"So you'll go--just like that?"
"If you want something just ask. I don't care for excuses. What gets me to say no is the annoyingly long rants of excuses people offer. They think they're making things better but no, it makes it worse. Ticket?"
"It's in my locker--"
"I'll go break into it." he began to leave yet again but they both called out, stopping him again.
"I can give you the combination, you don't have to go breaking the lock."
"My way's funner." he stated, before attempting to walk out. About a foot outside of the door, he stopped and turned back, popping his head in the door again.
"I didn't call you." she said awkwardly.
"I had a feeling you wanted to."
"Just--thank you, House." she smiled at him sincerely before he gave a curt nod and shot right out of there. Although it didn't seem like it, Cuddy had just given him the opportunity for a twist in his life that he would be thanking her for later on.
