When Remy woke up she was surrounded par complete darkness, she wouldn´t even see her own hand.
It was quiet around her, there was not a single sound, but still she knew why she had woken up.
Her stomach felt as if someone had ripped it apart and she felt really sick.
She knew that she had to go to the toilet immediately ou otherwise this wouldn´t turn out well.
The suivant thing she had to discover was, that she was completely naked. No bra, no panties, she was as nude as god had made her.
That was strange, usually she never slept naked, she wore jammies.
Wondering about that she tumbled up, whereby...

Chapter 2: Buried beneath all the lies

“Remember that time at Christmas?” Kutner asked as they drove down the road. “House called toi Huntington’s, and I asked toi if toi had it and toi a dit ‘no.’”
    
“You’re not going to try to guilt trip me now, are you?” Thirteen asked.
    
“No,” Kutner said. “I was just going to expand on my ‘You’re a bad liar’ position. toi see, when someone spreads a rumor about someone, especially when it’s about something like that, the person in question usually spends most of their time trying...

“This is the nature of genius, to be able to grasp the knowable even when no one else recognizes that it is present.” ~ Deepak Chopra


This was the last time! James Evan Wilson promised himself fiercely, as he stared down at what could have been a lifeless body lying limply in the lit before him: except it was not. House had survived---yet again---despite the odds. How someone could manage to live through so many near-death experiences---and still remain the same---was beyond his comprehension. Somehow, House seemed to be able to do things that required superhuman strength. His were acts...

Chapter 11
    
“I liked House,” Bo a dit that night when they were back at the apartment.
    
“Because he tells toi things toi shouldn’t know?” Thirteen asked with plus force than she intended. Bo silently looked down at her plate. “Sorry,” Thirteen a dit quietly. “It wasn’t supposed to come out that way.”
    
Bo hesitated. “Mom,” she said. “What do toi have?”
    
“What makes toi think I have anything?” Thirteen asked, hoping she looked sincere.
    
“Because you’re...

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 ou not, it’s not like he wanted her to stay. Plus, there were papers to...

Please commentaire when toi rate low! I want to get better. Btw english isn't my first language, so please be nice..


Kutner didn’t montrer up for work the suivant day.
House had no idea where he was, but he seemed to be plus interested in Thirteen anyway. His eyes were on her plus often than usual and she wondered if something was wrong. She wasn’t sick, so what was so interesting about her now?
At the end of the jour he finally asked her for a blood sample.
“What do toi need my blood for?”, she asked sceptically.
“Ah, nothing important. Just some experiments. I l’amour playing with other people’...

Title: Belonging
Pairings: House/Cuddy/Wilson
Words: 1,658
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Thank god I don't own House MD, ou the montrer would go to pots with all of my crappy little stories!
Notes: An AU OT3 story based on loss. I would just like to add that I don't have a beta-reader so all the mistakes are my own, and I'm sorry if anything in my story offends anyone. This was just a quick little thing I wrote so please don't be too harsh ;)
Summary:
Walking through a grave-yard installs a feeling unlike anything else people can experience. It’s a mixture of a daunting feeling of minuteness and one of unimportance,...

Stepping into the small l’espace between the clinic and her office, Cuddy glanced over at the empty bureau to her right. Karen, her latest assistant, had bitten the dust last week, so there was no one to occupy the seat. In her 8 years as dean of medicine for PPHT, she had been through a half dozen personal assistances, which most administrators would consider an extremely high rotation, chiffre d’affaires rate, but then again most people didn’t have someone like Greg House working for them either. All but one of her past employees had quit plus ou less because of him. He pushed them, played pranks on them, taunted...

Chapter 6: Making Amends
“Cuddy, can we talk?”
“Yes, what is it House?”
“I was wondering if toi would want to go out with me tonight? On a date.”
“I uhh well it has been a busy jour plus Thirteen but yeah that would be nice. Where should we go?”
“How about the new Mexican restaurant on 15th street? I’ve heard it is very good and they have live musique there as well, toi know toi want to see me salsa!”
“You salsa? That’s interesting! Mexican nourriture sounds good it’s a date.”
“Cool I’ll pick toi up around seven then.”
“Okay I’ll be ready.”
Seven o’clock rolled around...

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5 songs I got while I listened to my itunes on shuffle. And 5 stories as a result of these 5 songs.
Somehow my iPod seems to have a weird affection for either german ou instrumental songs.
*lol*.
I hope the stories are good and that toi like them.
Enjoy.



Roboter – Revolverheld Cuddy

Another jour was over. And nothing had changed. It didn't seem as if things would change soon ou at anytime.
Sometimes Cuddy wondered if her life had become what she had ever feared it to become: boring and predictable. Maybe she had become boring and predictable too.

Everyday was the same: She got...

suivant morning she wakes up early, has her douche and breakfast and sends a message to Lucas to go to have dîner with him tonight. She waits until House gets to her home. He is there on time and when Cuddy goes out, he gives her the helmet. ‘Hey...’
‘Thanks for coming...’ Says Lisa.
‘It's nothing...’
About twenty minutes later they get to the hospital. ‘Thanks again.’ Says her giving him the helmet. He nods.
‘You want me to take toi later to my home? I mean... so toi can call someone to fix your car...’
‘If it's not too much trouble...’
‘It's okay... come to my office when...

They arrive to the hotel without saying a word, go to their room and lock the door.
‘You’re not gonna say anything? toi know, something like:’ Cuddy imitates House’s tone. ‘Yeah, nice guy, toi choose your boyfriends very well...’
House looks at her serious and without saying anything goes to the bathroom and close the door. Cuddy gets angry. ‘Hey, do not ignore me!’
House wets his faces and sits on the floor while Cuddy is shouting and knocking at the door. ‘Can toi tell me what the hell was that? Can't behave as an adult once in your life?’ House takes a vicodin pill and looks...

Author’s Note: Please don’t make fun of the detective’s name. I put it in there for a valid reason that I will explain in a little challenge I’m going to put in a later chapter.
Murder in the Clinic
Chapter 3: Inspections

    As he drove into work the suivant day, House couldn’t help but notice how cramped Princeton Plainsborough’s parking lot was. News vans and police cars were scattered over the property, and House was particularly thankful for having a reserved spot. Despite this luxury however, a few unfortunate members of the staff seemed to have Lost their places...

Taking deep breath, House reached into his veste pocket and grabbed the familiar orange perception bottle from its depths. Giving it a shake, he listened to the hollow sound of pills hitting plastic, as he stared at the short liste of symptoms on the dry erase board in the corner.

Chewing his bottom lip for a moment, he turned each piece of his most récent puzzle over in his mind. “Tularemia…no…no she has a mild rash not an ulcer,” he a dit making a suggestion for his new patients illness then dismissing it.

Mindlessly he flipped off the casquette, cap of the medicine bottle and shook out two small...

"House, what are toi doing?" A familiar voice ricocheted through his ears, and a slight taste of disgust coursed through his body. "Clinic duty. Now. Seriously, toi thought toi could run away?" It was Cuddy, and she was dressed quite beautifully this day. A red sweater was wrapped around her perfect body, a rather adorable snowman pin sat snuggly on it. Her jupe was white and matched with her legs, smooth and quite the jaw dropper. House tilted his head, catching all the angles that was Dr.Cuddy.
    "House. Stop staring at my legs and get back to work."
    "Oh,...

Rain dripped solemnly down glass that wore a name, a scent, an autograph of the man inside them... House's blue gems peered out into the grey of autumn as a heavy sigh mimicked the winds.

His mind shot past images of worn fields, snow-covered backyards, strictly shielded army bases, livres and essays, A's unnoticed, F's highlighted, punishments and birthday wishes... He started thinking about his life.

Yes, he saw Cuddy in college, Wilson in jail... Stacy in tears.

He saw a whole leg, a half one, he saw his own fear of having no leg at all somewhere in there too... that fear still lingered, he...