Huddy Forever ♥

"You smashed my new toilet with your cane!" Cuddy yelled as she neared House.
"Well, you decided to take over my office so I decided to take carte blanche over yours. You don't really need your own bathroom anyway," he said as he propped his feet on his desk.
"That's not for you to decide. Anyway, I haven't destroyed any of your property. You're completely out of control!"
"No, you're out of control and this is your way of getting your power back," he said as he finally stood up in front of her.
"You're wrong."
"Ever since that kiss you have tried to assert your administrative hand. You don't...

Cuddy turned on his laptop computer and the first thing she did was open a website and started looking for information about the mysterious 'Sir H'. After reading several pages on the web about 'Sir H', Cuddy foud out the same thing that Dr. Roderick had said, nobody knew in person Sir H, people who had sold property or shares to him, only had dealings with him through his personal assistant and phone calls. Cuddy asked, Why Sir H don't give the face? Was deformed? He was a mobster? What Cuddy wanted to find was a number or address to contact the mysterious man. After about an hour and a half...

Please bear these things in mind when reading this article:
~ I am GENERALISING. I am not suggesting that YOU you special little individual Huddy fan feel or act this way.
~ I have not seen the Luddy are episodes. I am basing this theory on FAN REACTIONS that I have read on FANPOP. Thus, I am not anaysing the Luddy arc, I am analysing the FAN REACTIONS to the Luddy arc.
~ Please not that I am not writing this to convince ANYONE that their views are wrong. I am ENCOURAGING ALL FANS to think critically, not only about the show, but about how they conduct their fandom.
~ I realise that some people...

It was four in the morning and House was still unable to sleep. The current case seemed unsolvable, and his mood changes were becoming more erratic. Letting out a much needed sigh, House got out of bed and headed to the kitchen.
He knew looking in the fridge would be futile considering all he had was some cottage cheese and a case of beer. Hunger wasn't really the problem anyhow. The problem was that he needed more than another solitary night of sleeplessness and chronic pain. His pain days were getting worse and he knew most of that had to do with the rapid changes to his personal life.
Cuddy...