Chapter 3: One hari In Your Life


The week went oleh fast and soon it was Tuesday again, the children‘s favorit hari of the week, because they got to spend the morning in the hospital. Nathan couldn’t wait to meet Uncle Greg and help him „play tricks“ on Dr. Lisa Cuddy. Whereas Serah was looking meneruskan, ke depan to being in the ER with her mother, watching everything that was going on there.

„No playing tricks on Dr. Cuddy“, Amber berkata to her son, as they entered the hospital ,“ and no making fun of Dr. Cameron.“ The last was directed at her daughter. Both children nodded immediately, knowing...

Oh my God. It's twelve? What--happened--oh. Ha, that was the first good sleep in days.
I sat up on the dipan, sofa and tried to readjust my eyes to see clearly. The sun was shining high, and the living room was filled with its rays.
Had last night--been what I thought it was? Did we really talk for that long?
He told me he missed me. And I did the same?
Evidently it wasn't bluntly. That's just not House.
But I distinctly remember telling him I missed him, and hearing that he missed me.
It can't be that simple. It couldn't be that simple.
It never is.

Wilson was walking up Cuddy's driveway. His car was parked...

okay, so I know that many are still coping with the drama of the season's finally, but I say let Huddy live on in fan fic...even if D. pantai is an indian giver :D Please come, grab a comfy chair and your fav beverage...even if it needs to be alcoholic after the little 180 we just endured...and read some fic...and leave me komentar :D

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Hands wrapped around a steaming cup of hot cider, Lisa Cuddy watched as her niece and nephew ran excitedly up and down the pohon lined isles of the natal pohon lot, their laughter trailing behind them in crystalline puffs...

"Day damn one. hari damn one."
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Later on that day.....
I was walking through the halls just thinking about what just happened: the most hurtful thing of the day.
I couldn't find the words. Hearing his voice, the way it was. It hurt too much. So I slammed it down on the receiver, trembling.
I can't believe I hadn't been there. Did I have a choice? Did I want to go? No, my loyalty had lied with Cameron and Chase..
No. Now I'm just feeding myself bullshit. My own made up excuse to avoid the truth....
But what was I lebih afraid of...Watching him walk away, into his own prison atau letting him leave, for...

Gregory House
532138 pohon salam, laurel jalan, street
Mayfield Phsychiatric Hospital
Room 524


Dear House,

It really sucks that they took your phone.


I know your probably not going to even read this letter. But i think its important we keep in touch.....House, i dont know if anda know this atau not but....there are people here who care about you. People who cinta you. People who want to see anda get better. I dont mean for anda to feel pathetic, becuase your not. This will be good for you. anda mark my words. Id be willing to place a bet on that.

This must be extra hard for you. anda need to face facts. Your the patient...

     It, had happened. They had slept together. Though, she doesn’t regret it, surprisingly. It was all a big blur, really. One small kiss, led to a intense make out, then the make out led to clothes flying off, slamming each other into walls, and finally into his bedroom. And, here she is, at this very moment, quietly putting on her underwear and clothes back on, while he slept soundly. His eyes closed tightly shut, mouth ajar, his breathing loud, but steady. She doesn’t know if she should feel guilty for leaving him atau not, it’s not like he wanted her to stay. Plus,...

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"Stop this."
"Drop it Wilson."
"Do anda see what you're doing to him?"
"I'm well aware of the damage I am causing. Now please get out of my room."
"I'm not going to discharge anda until anda talk to me."
"With what power?"
"My department power. I can hold anda back for cancer tests on anda and the baby. Even if anda are the Dean, your still a patient. "
She sighed. She had a clever retort but she knew he had something to say, so she held her tongue.
He just stared at her at first. Then gave a slight scoff. It wasn't a negative scoff, lebih like an entertained scoff. He smiled then slid his hand down his...

This is a b-day present for my buddy EnjoyHuddy.Happy Birthday,sweetie!I hope anda like this :)


House was sititng in his office,tossing his grey and red ball in the air.Today,he had no case,Cuddy hadn't pestered him yet about doing his clinic duty,so everything was quiet.House continued playing with his ball when Wilson entered his office with a worried look on his face.

"Cuddy has been in a an accident".

"So"?

"She's in the OR.She was hit pretty bad".

"What do anda want me to do?Go run down there like a lunatic and make a fuss?I think I"ll leave that to you".

"You're telling me that you're not worried"?...

House walked into his house, hanging his cane on the edge of the archway, making his way to the dipan, sofa to knock out. He slept for several hours before Wilson called from work around five.
"What the hell do anda want?"
"Do anda cinta her?"
"This is a very populer pertanyaan people like to ask me."
"Do you?"
"Yes, parts of her. "
"I'll take that as a yes."
"Couldn't this wait?"
"I had to make sure."
"Why would anda need to make sure...What would anda need to make sure of..."
Wilson remained silent.
"You know what I'm doing don't you."
"Yeah."
"Was it the way I was akting atau did anda check my planner--?"
"You left it...

Chapter 5
The soft tap of fingers against a keyboard mixed with a gentle drone of voices from a radio atop a bookshelf in the corner, filled Lisa Cuddy’s office with the quiet sounds of her work. Grabbing her mouse, Lisa tapped it twice, effectively sending the last of her email correspondence scurrying across the World Wide Web. Finally finished returning her long daftar of emails, she maneuvered the mouse up and signed out of her kotak masuk before leaned back in her chair and giving her body a well deserved stretch. Stifling a yawn with the back of her hand, Cuddy glanced across her office at the...

I wrote this today and it took me quite long. I'm sorry for my bad english, please try to ignore it and read it anyway...Sorry for all the mistakes. :/




The oppressive silence was hovering over them like an invisible dark cloud. It felt like a dream, an unreal state of mind they had been pushed into.
Their patient’s chart was laying in the middle of the table, bright red and yet left untouched. From time to time they looked at it, their eyes reflecting the chaos inside their heads and it was obvious that the red object on the meja didn’t have a part in their thoughts at all.
It was just...