It's nearing the end of the year, and so...am feeling a twinge
of nostalgia, backward thinking I suppose - a little sadness.
I actually kind of miss seeing Greg House sunk way down into those soft leather cushions, anda remember...back at the old apartment. Especially those times that followed yet another diagnostic epiphany, a life saved - though not before House turned over every card in the deck - one usually stacked impossibly against him, against time and the team of players. A most gut wrenching game that pushed them to the edge and over it, but most of all pushed House. That place was a refuge away from the hospital, where House was most often alone and exhausted - ignoring people, his bleeping cell phone, choosing instead to put the world and his pain on hold.
EPIC-CHRONIC-HURT. Like a damaged, sweet dog on a short chain, spirit broken, unable to play. House with those devastating blue eyes and wicked handsome face, (makes our collective hearts skip a beat), collapsed out on that couch, in dark tee and flannels, tv flickering, a thick rimmed drink glass within reach - yes, the whole scene was so familiar, comfortable.
We have witnessed his most weakened self and darkest hours.
Police files, jail cells, a near death spiral addiction to vicodin pills that certainly created lebih pain than they lessened. I'm not sure if it is right atau fair to romanticize such personal suffering, though we do, because we cinta our genius doctor. This character who, in spite of it all - keeps us in stitches, but mostly on pins and needles WONDERING...now that he has saved his own life, can he triumph further and win over the cinta at the center of it? Will he again pull Cuddy back, close to him, and with all abandon hold her tightly in his arms and never let go. This time for real, for keeps, forever, unstoppable, birds singing! EPIC-CHRONIC-LOVE.
We're leaving Apt. 221B closed, Sher-locked up for now, this past in cold storage, the piano silent.
Well fans...go on...grab that remote on the floor and press fast forward...past Mayfield...past Lydia...long past Lucas......ahhh, it just doesn't work that way. XO-bluehue.
of nostalgia, backward thinking I suppose - a little sadness.
I actually kind of miss seeing Greg House sunk way down into those soft leather cushions, anda remember...back at the old apartment. Especially those times that followed yet another diagnostic epiphany, a life saved - though not before House turned over every card in the deck - one usually stacked impossibly against him, against time and the team of players. A most gut wrenching game that pushed them to the edge and over it, but most of all pushed House. That place was a refuge away from the hospital, where House was most often alone and exhausted - ignoring people, his bleeping cell phone, choosing instead to put the world and his pain on hold.
EPIC-CHRONIC-HURT. Like a damaged, sweet dog on a short chain, spirit broken, unable to play. House with those devastating blue eyes and wicked handsome face, (makes our collective hearts skip a beat), collapsed out on that couch, in dark tee and flannels, tv flickering, a thick rimmed drink glass within reach - yes, the whole scene was so familiar, comfortable.
We have witnessed his most weakened self and darkest hours.
Police files, jail cells, a near death spiral addiction to vicodin pills that certainly created lebih pain than they lessened. I'm not sure if it is right atau fair to romanticize such personal suffering, though we do, because we cinta our genius doctor. This character who, in spite of it all - keeps us in stitches, but mostly on pins and needles WONDERING...now that he has saved his own life, can he triumph further and win over the cinta at the center of it? Will he again pull Cuddy back, close to him, and with all abandon hold her tightly in his arms and never let go. This time for real, for keeps, forever, unstoppable, birds singing! EPIC-CHRONIC-LOVE.
We're leaving Apt. 221B closed, Sher-locked up for now, this past in cold storage, the piano silent.
Well fans...go on...grab that remote on the floor and press fast forward...past Mayfield...past Lydia...long past Lucas......ahhh, it just doesn't work that way. XO-bluehue.
Sorry i havent updated anything it is just because this fanfic kinda sucks and i am thinking about quiting.
Bur here comes another chapter PLZ tell my what anda think, it is okay if anda think it sucks to;D
House and cuddy were sitting in the hot tub at houses home.
House ; so what did anda want to say??
Cuddy ; it is about the ciuman i was feeling emotion...
What??
House was looking at cuddys lips with dreamy eyes all he wanted to do was to ciuman her again like they had did last ninght at her house.
House ; Nothing!
Cuddy ; okay,, as i was saying only reason why we kissed was because i was feeling emotional because of joy and anda actually let your human side tampil for a moment.
what?? cuddy asked again
House ; Nothing it is just..
house went to cuddy and kissed her..
i will continue later plz comment
Bur here comes another chapter PLZ tell my what anda think, it is okay if anda think it sucks to;D
House and cuddy were sitting in the hot tub at houses home.
House ; so what did anda want to say??
Cuddy ; it is about the ciuman i was feeling emotion...
What??
House was looking at cuddys lips with dreamy eyes all he wanted to do was to ciuman her again like they had did last ninght at her house.
House ; Nothing!
Cuddy ; okay,, as i was saying only reason why we kissed was because i was feeling emotional because of joy and anda actually let your human side tampil for a moment.
what?? cuddy asked again
House ; Nothing it is just..
house went to cuddy and kissed her..
i will continue later plz comment
House to Cuddy point of view (House's POV):
You're hopelessly lost, because today
The world seems a bit too big for you
I was pretty sure I've seen it all
Until anda came, opened up my heaven
And ironically my hell
I get torn down
You're glad to get torn down with me
Well that's something I've never seen
It seems that I'm a bit wrong about the world
As of toady
Because anda came and showed me wrong
anda take me down, anda bring me up
Well, at least anda made a change
Despite the things anda cannot see
Despite the world attire
And despite the truths anda wish to change
anda hide well, that i have to admit
But I can see right through you.
You're hopelessly lost, because today
The world seems a bit too big for you
I was pretty sure I've seen it all
Until anda came, opened up my heaven
And ironically my hell
I get torn down
You're glad to get torn down with me
Well that's something I've never seen
It seems that I'm a bit wrong about the world
As of toady
Because anda came and showed me wrong
anda take me down, anda bring me up
Well, at least anda made a change
Despite the things anda cannot see
Despite the world attire
And despite the truths anda wish to change
anda hide well, that i have to admit
But I can see right through you.