Huddy - I Don't Love You! :DDD

He put her on the bed and just looked at her for a second. ‘She’s the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I can’t believe we’ve been waiting for so long…’ His thoughts were interrupted by her voice.
“What are you thinking? ” Cuddy asked smiling at him.
“What have I done to deserve you” .
She just blushed and grinned from ear to ear.
“I ask myself the same question”. And she kissed him dragging him on the bed with her.
House smiled and answered her kiss. He turned them so he was on top while kissing her. Then he removed her blouse kissing her neck. It felt so good to be...

Savour The Moment




It was precisely 2.00 am when somebody rang to Lisa Cuddy’s door. At first she didn’t hear it, but after the 4th ring she opened her eyes. She was annoyed, ‘Well who wouldn’t, it was 2.00 in the morning for Christ’s sake …’ she said to herself walking to the door.
On the other side of the door Gregory House was pressing his cane furiously against the doorbell. He was nervous, ‘Well who wouldn’t, it was 2.00 in the morning for Christ’s sake… Who rings at a doorbell in the middle of the night ?!?‘ he thought.
‘Who could it be?! If it’s not the cops,...

Set a few months after season 5th finale, some time after House was released from Mayfield, and Yes, I know I haven't included Rachel *hides*

Cuddy panicked as the storm came closer and closer. This was the thing she was really ashamed of - her phobia of thunderstorms. Thunders were driving her insane. She was terrified every single time the storm hit Princeton Plainsboro. She slowly slid out of her bed, put on her robe and got into the car. The direction she knew by heart and soon she was standing on front of green front doors. Having her own key she opened the doors and locking them up behind...

A Happy Life: Chapter 2
[Patients and doctors are bustling around the ER at PPTH. The ER doors burst open as a scruffy bearded man limps in holding and infant in one hand and doing two fingered chest compressions with the other hand. A dark haired woman is right beside him crying and stroking the infants small head]

House: Get me a damn gerny.

[a nurse and a blonde haired doctor run towards the scruffy haired man and the infant. The dark haired woman is walking in trance and crying.]

House: Shes stopped breathing.Get the ice packs! I want my team down here stat!!

[the scruffy bearded man lays...

House laid down on the deep brown leather chaise-long, his therapist was a woman; he observed as she finished a call on her phone, her high waist green tweed skirt with matching jacket and high collared white shirt. He had forgotten how much he missed the risqué ness of Cuddy’s wardrobe. House’s eyes narrowed at the smirk that appeared on her face as she twisted the cord around her wrinkled and translucent fingers.

“We have to talk later, I have a patient.” She smiled weakly at the response on the other end, before hanging up and brushing herself off. Her eyes re-focused back on House,...

House was sitting in Wilson’s office, twirling his cane around in his fingers. Too lazy to go home that night House had just gone into Wilson’s office had slept on his couch. Although not the most comfortable sleeping arrangement, it had given House time to think. About life. About his hallucinations, which had strangely vanished. About Cuddy. About how much he loved her.
    The door opened and Cuddy poked her head through. “I thought I’d find you here,” she said, stepping into the room. House said nothing and scooted over as Cuddy sat next to him. “Why did...

As I am walking the beach I listen to the waves crash upon the shore. I can feel the warmth of the sun on my face. For the moment the beast inside is quieted. That inner voice that has told me all my life I am not good enough and I can never be “one of them.” That voice that reminds me when you open your heart you get hurt. It was only for the moment though that the beast was resting. I knew that I had to deal with the rage and the anger that I had managed to keep barely underneath the surface for all this time. All my crutches were gone. The vicodin, the hookers, and even the cases didn’t...

"Everything from my dream told me something. Everything that occurred--it was either a fear, a dream, or part of reality. But--" as he spoke his voice had slowed down..
"What? What's wrong."
"I wanted to be with her. The drug trials was reality. The accident was part of reality. The adoption was--want? Stacy was--a fear. What happened to her was a want. My mom, a reality. Cutting--a fear. Something I would have to resort to? Suicide--fear. Another thing I would resort to. Her death. Why should it be a fear? It's not a want. It can't be. It can't be a fear either--a reality?"
"What the hell are...

It was all in slow motion. I saw their four faces, and then fell back, falling stories from the ground. I saw all their faces over the ledge as I descended. The air below me waved my arms and legs around as I came plunging--merely seconds before impact, a whisper appeared to echo in my ear....

I love you, House

Then--

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--Yes...Falling stories from above, I came down for the last few seconds very gracefully. Not onto cement--a bed.
A bed. A bed. I was right.
As long as I stayed there, I slowly began to hear, smell, and feel all my surroundings. I began to feel a pain--I felt...

A/N: I have no clue what chapter this story will end on but, if I have some ideas I will continue.And about Rachel, she is not gonna be in this....


After about 2 hours of trying to soothe Cuddy in her office, Cameron was paged back to the ER.

Cuddy was exhausted from the days tragedies, and she was about to cry herself to some disturbed sleep, when a nurse came into the room.

" Oh! I'm sorry Dr.Cuddy, I was looking for Dr.Cameron. To tell her Dr.House is back from Surgery and is in the Post-Op room."

" Thanks." Cuddy said to the nurse.

When the nurse went away, Cuddy went to her Office bathroom...

Two days had passed, and it was now two o’clock in the morning. House was at home, sitting with a blanket wrapped around himself as he broke out into cold sweats. The price for going back to his old ways, his body was playing catch-up to his addiction issues. His face was grey, his trembling hands and feeling of nausea were easier to deal with than if he was in a full-blown detox. Losing time, and trying to stop the room from spinning around him, House fell back into the sofa.

A faint sound of knocking on his door, echoed deep in his mind, the loud sound of footsteps approaching unnerved him....