This is my fanfic that I've been working on for the past week.I made the characters way out of character.This is a Huddy/Hameron/Wameron/Wuddy fanfic.(Don't kill me Immunity!)

The sun was just going down.The reds,oranges,yellows mixed in with the purples of the night.Lisa Cuddy was in her office working up a storm.Everybody in the hospital was leaving for the party that Cuddy had planned for everybody.At noon she picked up her long cherry red dress,it had a plunging neck line,and black stilettos.They all lied on her couch in her office."Dr.Cuddy,aren't you coming to the party?" asked Allison...

So I have 3 good plots and I can't pick which one should be continued so this is the first option:

Wilson knocked on the door... he knew House wasn't obligated to let him in at all; that, as a matter of fact, House probably wouldn't let him in... but he tried none the less, because there were things he had to say... because he was Wilson and Wilson never left.
"I know you're in there... look, I have to tell you something: I'm sorry."

"Since when is that good enough?" House whispered... a bullet was staring at him from the barrel of a gun... people often wondered what the exact last thoughts of...

Silence prevailed since the moment those three words were uttered by Cuddy. Three words, one question that neither House could answer nor Cuddy could figure out what lies next if he had answered. The wordless moment brought not only clashing emotions but an uneasy atmosphere. He wanted to say something, just to calm things down but again he doesn't know where to start, too bad she feels the same way.
The silence already took their two hours together and within that span of time, it was only their eyes that did all the talking. Until Cuddy can't hold it no longer so she blurted out after closing...

“Daddy” <Part Three>
Cuddy, looking exhausted was lying still on her bed with additional machine connected to her.
House was standing in front of Chase, Wilson, Taub, Kutner and Thirteen. He’s angry and his voice was firm and angry.
House: I didn’t authorize an exploratory surgery! Now you hand her over to us with a liver failure?!
Chase: It was your signature on the consent form! And we didn’t do anything to cause her liver to fail!
House: I didn’t sign any consent form for an exploratory surgery since our patient and our BOSS is one. You’re putting her life at risk as well...

Some days pass by and they have Endocrinology class, as usually, Greg is late.
‘Where have you been?’
‘Fell asleep.’
‘Hugged to my panties? Or you went to bed late thinking an evil plan to screw with me?
‘Both of them!!!’ He sticks his tongue out at her and the teacher warns them.
‘…and Mr House and Miss Cuddy will do the assignment together. As you like so much chattering ...’ He smiles. ‘Every couple must hand in this assignment before the end of the week.’
‘Oh, God... why have you forsaken me?’ Says House.
‘This is not fun for me either...’
‘How can't this be fun,...

During 6 years, Jennifer Morrison made Cameron a fascinating character, with strong ethical values and an interesting backstory. We have seen her growing … an insecure and naive girl become a strong woman. Sometimes, she made me smile, cry and rethink my values.

As you know Jennifer doesn’t appear in House since “ teamwork”. This creative decision make fans surprised and sad. As you know she returns next episode. =)

To show that fans miss her and want her character back, on Monday, me and many other fans are trying to do a trendy topic: #cameron6x17 , on Twitter.

Why Twitter?

Many House’s...

the prom rules! this is for you guys!

Us.

Both men had fallen silent.

Their arms entwined, vague silhouettes to each other and invisible to anyone else… as always.

What they saw in each other had always been invisible to the rest of the world but in this darkness it seemed silver lined: Wilson knew he would never be able to leave House’s side simply because he was unable to let go now that all he’d claimed to hate was in his arms, pressed up against him like something precious… and something all his. And so James Wilson the guardian angel regained his position.

“Why were you drinking that...

Previously:
Hugh sighed and looked at him and he apparently moved his head to look in the room again.
Hugh: Am I dead?
House looked at him, letting his eyes say things for awhile.

House: No…
Hugh took a deep breath and moved uneasily thinking the man with the cane beside him is making fun of his misery. House looked at him for awhile and looked forward again.
House: But there’s something wrong with you…
Both of them looked at each other again.
House: You’re out of your body. ---- You’re a soul…
Hugh: You just said I’m not ---- I can’t be JUST a soul… I have my family…
House: That’s...

this is the last chapter I had in word already so from now on the waiting time between chapters will be longer because I have yet to write the other chapters... just thought I'd give you the heads up.

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Watching you.

It was a strange thing, watching House sleep… where his blue eyes were not open to depict his misery, his mouth wasn’t open to deny it and the obvious tracks of it somehow vanished into the rhythm of his tranquil heart, he was another man:

The one that Wilson had met some time ago; seemingly in another...

so here it is... thanks again!

One step at a time.

He really did feel ashamed for spying… seriously, he did, but what else could he do? In his grief he had convinced House that he would willingly kill him if that meant he could have Amber back: why would House even let him in?

Because he was unable to tell Wilson off… maybe.

Wilson entered the office softly; it was empty save for the frightened soul he knew would be there.

“Hey, who are you talking to?” slow, soothing… carefully Wilson advanced further into the office.’

“No one here… not happening.” House squeezed his eyes shut....

Author’s Notes: Thanks guys!

Here’s your reward:


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Whispers.


House never thought himself able to panic: the purity of the emotion and the element of trust that went into a public display of fear were lost on him.

But he could: There was no rationality involved where people panicked… no logic, no motive or any other thing that House cherished: it made you lose control.

So House sat in his office: walls closing in on him, lungs refusing to expand… and as human as he would ever be: his mask was torn off his face,...

MINDLESS RAMBLING ABOUT HUDDY AND WHY I LIKE IT.
Disclaimer: This will not be an attack on Hilson or Hameron. Though I don't ship them, I do respect those who do, and I won't try to change your opinion. :]

House/Cuddy is a constantly changing, complicated ship. And yet it is one of the simplest ones on the show. They are always either arguing over one thing or another, whether it be a diagnosis or (hehe) cable in Coma Guy's room. Honestly, I've never seen one consoling word between them, except for in Half-Wit:
"House, I'm so sorry."
"Forgot I was dying, huh?"
"I'm here, if you need me."
"I need...

A solid chapter, which makes us clear that money does not buy happiness, only for moments away, what it is miserable arguably remains like that, because if the level of happiness is established in the DNA, is predisposed biologically. There is nothing we can do.

Changes?? No changes, I feel that no one is changing or will change! A Foreman who wants to show how cool can be and fail, which makes him bitter, a Chase who is tired of prostitute's life, womanizing, and not as fun as before, which also becomes bitter, a 13 that has become a copy of House, dark, unhappy, I mentioned the word bitter??...

Late at night, Wilson found himself seated in front of his bar table alone. He was having a couple of shot with his scotch feeling depressed like the night Amber died. A lot of things come and go in his mind; cancer patients, the cancer conference, House and Cuddy. With the bar lamp, one could tell he has been crying and all I could say was that he was drunk and a mess. Pitt’s question came into his mind like a bullet and it nearly killed him. He didn’t expect himself to just stand there and say nothing, leaving his friend’s doctor suspicious.
Pitt: Are you?
Wilson: Am I?
He asked himself...

The sudden bang of jameswilson throwing open the door to the doctors lounge brought everyone's attention away from the intense game of poker that had been going on for some time.
"Anusha's sick!" This exclamation from jameswilson caused a bigger reaction than her dramatic entrance. Both oldmovie and Immunity jumped out of their chairs, the combined force of this nearly knocking over the table they had been playing on.
"what's happened?" asked oldmovie.
"we're not sure yet... we need to run some tests."

The atmosphere in the room was suddenly extremely tense. This was exactly what none of them...

Dr. Cuddy was working frivolously on hospital paperwork, making sure the bills were paid, organizing patient files and calculating the cost of attorneys that House was more than happy to utilize. She was just skimming over the latest accusation when the handle twisted with a loud click and heavy footsteps entered the room.


    Without even looking up from the file, Cuddy already knew it was House standing in front of her.


    “No I will not, in any way, shape or form excuse you from clinic work. No, you can not get someone to do it for you, and no, seducing...

This is just a list of songs and their singers that I think would kind of suit for a the purpose below. Please add any song you think would be fun or funny and who should sing it to the comments. I don't know I'm going to actually write a fic on this...but I thought this might be fun.

Cuddy gets a cold and takes a little too much cold medicine and goes to sleep… She wakes up and goes to work, getting greeted by a musical PPTH! (the other staff and patients sing back up)

Taub: Me and Mrs. Jones - Billy Paul

Thirteen: Little Girl Blues - Janis Joplin

Foreman: Jail House Rock - Elvis

Kutner: I Want...

The next morning, House wakes up and notices it’s 9:30. ‘Lisa! We’ve fallen asleep!’
He stands up very quickly and she opens her eyes a bit confused. ‘Eh? What? What time is it?’
‘It’s 9:30!’
She goes as fast as she can to the bathroom and has a shower. House gets dressed and waits for her in the hall. Before they leave, Cuddy writes a note to her parents and they go to House’s place.
‘Thank God my boss will get late to work too so I won't be pissed off by her...’
‘Ha-ha. It's your fault... You didn't turn on the alarm...’
‘My fault?? It was your home, you should've...

Ok so I made a quiz about Which character are you most like!I 'll post the result above so DON'T PEAK!Answer the questions first!

So here it goes!

1)You like:
a)cookies
b)babies
c)kissing
d)pranks
e)boobs
f)blondies!(wink!)
g)none of the above!
h)all of the above!

2)You go shopping and buy:
a)something expensive
b)a present
c)you don't shop a lot...
d)you hate shopping!
e)anything!
f)groceries
g)none of the above!
h)all of the above!

3)You have dated:
a)many people!
b)and I loved them all!
c)and they all left!
d)I don't date!
e).........
f)every day!
g)none of the above!
h)all of the above!

4)You are single because:
a)I...

No Words Needed

“I love you…I wish I didn’t, but I can’t help it.”
They kiss. He kisses her, she kisses him.
He puts an arm on her waist, and against the wall behind her.
She puts a hand on his chest.
And it happens. Something neither of them had honestly expected.
It was sweet, gentle, and full of love and passion. It was nothing like his hallucination. It was better. This woman he cared about, thought about, loved, was here, in front of him, waiting for him, vulnerable for him. But so was he, he was vulnerable. At that moment nothing else in the world mattered to either of them. Memories...