This is scene four of Part 1. As always please comment. =) Enjoy.

The next day…
A soft knock interrupted Sarah’s research. Words could not describe how annoyed she was as she looked at her watch. It was 6:41a.m. She didn’t have any patients until 8:00. So who the hell was bothering her? She had a good idea as to who. Part of her did not want to answer the door. Part of her wanted to ignore her best friend, her best friend who had somehow found out about the antidepressants she had been on four years ago, her best friend who had used that knowledge against her. But her best friend would...

AN: This chapter is shorter but I hope you like it!
PS.: The medical stuff are just pure invention! I don't know anything about medicine! sorry
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“Soo… in the same minute that we found out that Chase has a little sister we found out that she is dying…. Jeez, I hope someday I’ll get his luck” House said sarcastically while writing on his white board. He was on his office thinking about his discovery when Cameron and Foreman rushed to him.

He then turned around and took a glance on the conference room. Thirteen and Taub were examining Claire’s...

After their little talk with Wilson they dedice to go to Hyde Park. They walk for a while until House has to rest because of his leg, then they sit on a bech. ‘You used to come here with Stacy too?’
‘When we were in London yes... sometimes... Are you gonna ask me every little detail about my relationship with her??’
No, God, I don't wanna know every little detail... It was just a question, I was curious. I asked if we are in the same hotel where you were when you came here with her. I'm not asking... I don't know... if you had more fun with her or with me... It’s not a big deal!’
‘But...

House was sitting in Mayfield Psyciatric Hospital. A nurse had just left after giving House his medicine. He took the pills, and decided to take a nap. It was hard to sleep with Amber hovering over him. She just looked at him with a blank, pale face, without moving or even blinking her eyes. She sat in the middle of the floor. House closed his eyes sleepily for just a moment. When he opened them, Amber was sitting at a piano. She began to play.

House recognised this song. He knew this song. He knew what note came next. He just didnt know how he knew this song so well. He closed his eyes,...

House entered his room after a hard day at the Physical Therapy Ward. His leg was a little bit hurting but not the usual scorching pain. When he slid the door open, he was surprised to find new stuffs in. Flowers, new table clothe, some supply of foods and some folded and well ironed shirts were there before his eyes. Some seemed to be made by a familiar person but others are new ones. Before he moved another step, Cuddy walked out from his closet room and drew a smile upon seeing him stunned by her visit.
House: What ---
Cuddy: Hope you don’t mind I put some new stuff in…
House stood there...

He came back one hour later, this time he was not alone.
“Why do I have to knock?”
“Because if you knock, she will respond.”
He obeyed him. He knocked “Lisa open up”
Silence. He knocked again. Silence when he got tired he dialed her number and called there wasn’t a response either.
“She’s not answering House.”
“Great. I must break in again.”
He searched for the key when he founded he opened the door. All the lights were off except for one that came from her room.
They walked towards the room, the door was closed and there was silence. Silence had eaten the house. When they...

"House?" Cuddy opened the door to House's office. He was sound asleep at his computer with a music playlist on the screen. At least it wasn't another porno video. Cuddy scrolled down the list of artists in front of her.
-Abba
-AC/DC
-Aerosmith
-Alice Cooper
-Bon Jovi
-Duran Duran
-Eminem
-Hanson
-Linkin Park
-Madonna
-Me
-Poison
-Salt and Pepper
-Stroke 9
-The Cure
-The Who
Cuddy found it a little strange that House would listen to Abba, Eminem, Salt and Pepper, or Madonna. Plus, she didn't even know who Stroke 9 was. She was interested in seeing what songs or compositions House himself had made, so she clicked...

Cuddy was lying on her couch in darkness, waiting for House to return. It had already been twenty minutes after he had left for Rachel, and she was beginning to worry. She looked up at the ceiling, paying close attention to the detail, averting her mind from the terrible thoughts that seemed to creep. To calm herself, she finally got up, and slowly moved towards her desk, and bent down. She opened a compartment in her desk, and grabbed to what appeared to be a glass, and a jug of bourbon.
She stood up, closing the compartment with her foot, and began to walk back to the couch.
She set the glass...

Pitt was having his afternoon tea when his office door swung open. He got on his feet the moment House entered and it was followed by a deafening silence. He sighed before turning back to pour some more tea to his mug as his patient stood frozen while staring at the carpeted floor.
Pitt: Need a drink?
House: No...
Pitt: We could ---
House: I'm letting myself go to rehab ---
Pitt turned to him as House looked up again.
House: For my leg... rehab and therapy... again...
Pitt: Are you... Sure?
House nodded.

*** 2 weeks later ***

Cuddy opened the front door with Rachel at her arm. Wilson was the one who...

By next morning, Cuddy woke up as early as she could. Her alarm clock went ringing by 2 o’clock in the morning but she decided to get up on her feet thirty minutes later. She went to the bathroom to do the routine stuffs before walking down the kitchen to prepare her self some breakfast. She was seated alone, with cup full of hot tea at hand, on her kitchen counter while re-reading the folders she reviewed last night. Her eyes were about to fall back to sleep but she was holding on.

On the other hand, same time, House began waking up from his hospital bed. He smiled when the thought of Cuddy...

:: 2. chapter of All alone. ::


House went up to his office. He made sure all his tears were wiped off before he walked out the door from the observation gallery. Still, people could see he'd be crying. His eyes were red and sore, but nobody commented it. They left him alone. Everybody knew Wilson just died. He was allowed to cry; even Dr. Sarcastic was allowed to cry when his best friend just died.

He was sitting in his comfortable chair, staring at his desk. His mind was in a whole other place.
House was sitting by his friend Wilson, on his couch. They were watching a bad movie and they were...

House met up with Wilson one afternoon in Mayfield. He was still wearing a hospital gown and was seated on a rock under a tree while looking at the ground and was playing with the nearby weed. Wilson was standing, his back facing his friend, and was watching some psych patient roam around in another ground across them.
House: She cried in front of me…
Wilson sighed and faced his friend who eventually met his stare but was still playing with the weed.
Wilson: She was scared…
House: I already told you not to bring her back here…
Wilson: I can’t be with her 24 hours a day. I do have my practice,...

Wilson and Cuddy found themselves in front of Foreman in Cuddy's office one afternoon. Foreman was being curious and suspicious as to where House really is.
Cuddy: We already told you, House is out the case this time.
Foreman: How come he's out?! The patient needs his diagnostics skill or he'll die!
Cuddy: I’m sure he will and we will avoid that by you doing a lumbar ---
Foreman: A lumbar puncture? We already did and it came back negative. ---- Something's going on and we know it's not right and damn with the idea that you're not telling it to us!
Wilson: Foreman...
Foreman looked at Wilson as...

At the end of the day, he’d solved the case fairly quickly and was so eager to see ‘his’ woman. The woman? Her name was Dr Lisa Cuddy. Yes, his boss. Yes, someone he teased endlessly. He couldn’t get her out of his head. Everywhere he looked, she was there. Everything seemed to remind him of her. Every time a woman spoke, he heard her voice instead. Heck, it even happened when Wilson spoke to him that day. Of course, Wilson was rather shocked, and perhaps a little disturbed, by the way House was looking at him. But House didn’t make any snide remarks about the confused look on his...

The next day, Lisa feels much better and Lucas comes to visit her.
‘Hi!’ Says Cuddy opening the door.
‘Hi! How are you feeling ?’
‘Much better, thanks.’
‘I've brought something special to you.’ He gives her a box of chocolates and she takes it.
‘Wow, thank you, but Lucas, I’ve been sick, I can’t really eat chocolates...’
‘I know, I know, they are for when you feel better, that’s why I’ve also brought this.’ He gives her a rose and Lisa blushes a bit while she takes it. ‘Thanks.’ She smiles and gives him a quick kiss on his lips.
‘You're welcome.’ He approaches...

House and Cuddy get to the hotel. ‘Here we are.’
‘Wow! Have you ever been here?’
‘Well, a few days...’
She didn’t need to ask more, she knew it was with Stacy. ‘Well, okay... we go in?’
‘Sure.’
They go in and approach to the receptionist, who is typing on the computer. ‘Good evening, we’d like to book a double room.’
‘Sure. Could you tell me your name, please? And how many days do you want to book the room?’
‘Gregory House. Days...’ He looks at Lisa. ‘How many days do we have?’
‘Hmmm I-I don’t know, we could stay here about four nights.’
House nods and turns...

Wilson's Place-
Today there was going to be a fundraiser at the hospital, one of House's least favorite things next to clinic duty. Cuddy was forcing Wilson to make House wear a suit to fit the theme. "Fix your tie. Your going to look like Lou Costello." "Maybe I want to look like Lou Costello," said House while fixing his tie.
"What exactly is the theme?" "I'm not supposed to tell you." This either meant It was a surprise, or House wouldn't like it. Besides, the only way it could be a surprise was if they turned the hospital into a strip club.
Cuddy's Place-
"Are you sure your not coming?"...

By next day, Wilson burst in Pitt’s office and walked straight to the doctor’s bourbon table. Pitt looked at him as he poured liquid into two empty shot glasses with eyes bloodshot red from silent crying. The oncologist walked over to him and gave the other glass before taking his seat and sipping from him scotch. Wilson wasn’t meeting Pitt’s gaze as he twirl his glass.
Pitt: Any reason to celebrate?
Wilson shook his head and stood up and walked a few steps away as he looked outside with both hands in his side pockets before giving a heavy sigh.
Wilson: I’m giving up…
Pitt as well...

The moon beat down on one of the foggy windows in his non-lit bedroom. The alarm clock beside his bed, showed 2:24 A.M., though, he was not in his bed. He wasn't watching porn on his computer, or passed out on the couch from watching the "The L Word." Actually he wasn't in his apartment at all. Instead he was of doing those things at this time at night, he did something else, on accident.
His cold, lifeless body lay there, in his cream colored chair in the corner of his office. The next day had come, it was around 7 O'clock in the morning when Foreman had found his body.
"House?" He shook him...

Ok so this is a fanfiction about House/ Wilson friendship and Huddy, but I'm not really sure.
English is not my first language so please be gentle if I make mistakes...
Btw I think it doesn't have sense..



"3 OF DIAMONDS"


"Damn Wilson, you won...."


Here they were, House and Wilson playing some kind of stupid game just because House was getting bored.

House.

This smart ass decided to play a new game with Wilson, somehing like strip poker(well, not so much of poker, but I can't say the same thing about the strip part)just to make Wilson feel uncomfortable.If he won, Wilson had to give him 1000...