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Having heard the (rightful) bemoaning of a lack of passionate lip wrestling thus far in the season, I have taken the most promising premise for the upcoming episodes (A Pox On Our House) and written up a possible ending to the episode. This does not in any way mean that I

A) have seen the script

2) have seen the episode

or

III) reside under gardens and create troublesome holes for granny-types who curse my existence.

This is just me providing one possible scenario for the end of that particular episode. Now, from what...

Hi guys ;) Sorry for the delay, but I have been pretty busy these days. I have tried to catch up with everything, but it wasn’t easy.

Here you go with the official nominees we have come up with. I collected them all and put on the list below the ones that received at least two votes in each category. I am sorry for the other nominees...but I couldn't put them all of course :P. I hope when we write the article I could quote all of them (this is gonna be long XD)

I have organized some categories in subcategories, because there were too many choices and I also thought it would be nicer if we could...

When House left Cuddy’s office it was about lunch time, so he went to pick his friend, who have to pay for his food.
He entered Wilson’s office without knocking as usual, but now, he didn’t screamed, he was quiet. He just sit in the chair face to Wilson and waited until his friend will finish his jobs.

“- You so quiet today, something wrong? Don’t think that I am complaining”, he was just looking to House, he never been quiet or speechless, Wilson was keeping his pen in hand , ready to sign his last paper until lunch, but he thought that wasting time could torture House, to say ,...

“Now, what did we come here for again?” House asked Cuddy. “Oh yeah. Damn. Hurry before we’re to late.” She said dragging House outside. They went to the campus park. House nearly tripped on a bench because Cuddy was dragging him everywhere. Then they stopped at a little spot near a huge willow tree. “Ah, the willow tree. I believe these were where we first saw, spoke and had our first fight.” House said sitting on the bench that rest peacfully under the tree. “Yes. Do you remember your first words to me?” Cuddy asked with a hint of sarcasm in her tone. “I think they were...

Right guys, here goes... (be prepared for this to turn into a bit of a rant at some points!)I was watching season one again, and when i watched Three Stories, i noticed that there are absolutely NO references that House and Cuddy know each other, AT ALL. (unless i completely missed something and then i apologise) It was dead strange, especially when in season two episode Humpty Dumpty when searching Alfredo's house with Cameron, and Cameron asks some very un-subtle questions, she says that she knew him from college in Michigan, but surely that would mean she knew him when he had the infraction?...

Chapter 6

This one is little bit shorter chapter, but I'm publishing pretty fast

House walked back inside the building as fast as he could with hurt leg. It was freezing outside and he left his jacket to Cuddy, and his pills in the pocket.... Fuck. His leg was hurting and he didn’t had his pills. But to get his pills back he should found Cuddy again. And he wasn’t about to do it. He decided to manage his pain, to get drunk, but not to talk with her again.
He was walking to the bar side with his mask in his hand when suddenly he was stopped by someone known. It was the last thing he needed,...

Hi guys and gals,
I decided to write a new chapter of this fic. Hope you’d like my idea and keep reviewing.

I nearly fainted when someone added me in his/her favourites on ff.net *tears of joy*

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Last thing to say: in this fic there won’t be any mention to Lucas.

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Chapter 2

They were still standing on the floor, hugging each other in complete silence. House smiled at her.

“Congrats”

Cuddy looked at him confused as he tried to stand up.

“For what?”

She helped him stand up and they both sat on the couch.

“Nice trick”...

House bit his tongue and wrapped his arm around Rachel's shoulders and held her close to him as she wrapped her arms around his waist, her head resting on his arm. He led her to the car in the parking lot and let her in the passenger seat. Cuddy wasn't going home yet since she had an emergency board meeting and told them to go home ahead of time.

Rachel rested her head against the glass and just looked out the window. House looked over once and a while and when he saw her sad face, the anger just boiled even more inside of him. The ride home was silent. The radio silently playing ' Face down'...

How was your Christmases? Mine was okay, but here is my Christmas present to the people that are reading! :D

At around 11 pm, House and his fiancee, Cuddy, were laughing as they walked into the dark house.
Cuddy's head was resting against her lovers chest as they stumbled into the room and turned on the light. She was kind of tipsy from all the wine she drank.

She hiccuped then dramatically shushed House, who wasn't talking, by putting her hand on his mouth.
" Rachel asleeeeppp! * Hiccup* Be Quiet!" She said loudly.

House just chuckled and lead her to the couch where she could stop swaying. He...

A knock sounded on his door. Another headache to come along, he breathed it out, and just ignored the elevating raps.
"House--" Cuddy had muffled from outside.
"we need to talk." she continued with not only seriousness, but a deeper concern within her tone.
"It's open." he almost whispered. Apparently hearing him, the handle twisted and opened the door. Cuddy slightly launched herself back with surprise, taken aback at the sight of House.
"We need to admit you."
"I'm fine."
"You've been throwing up for hours straight. You've had constant headaches, your eyes are always bloodshot every time I walk...

This is just a little fanfic I wrote for St. Patties Day. Hope you like!!!


It’s St Patrick’s Day at PPTH and the majority of the staff is wearing green. “Good morning, Dr. House." Cuddy said noticing House just getting in. “Good morning O’Cuddy. Wait your not Irish, your Jewish. So why are you celebrating St Patties Day?” He asked noticing that she was wearing an above the knee green skirt and a green top that showed a rather hefty amount of cleavage. “Just because I’m Jewish doesn’t mean I can’t celebrate other holidays.” She grinned. He started to limp away. “Can I...

House saw what Cuddy screamed about. There were 3 men. One holding Abby in his arms.

Cuddy tried to race over to get Abby but one of the men pulled her back.

*House could hardly make out who the men were. No one he knew....he looked at the man holding Abbigal.*

House! *Cuddy said sobbing* Do something!

Mark. Why are you here?

The man turned on the lights and indeed it had been Stacy's husband.

*Cuddy gasped*

You hurt me House. My wife almost left me because of you. And I knew that one day I would get you back. Never thought it would be like this though.... We were watching you and saw that...