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posted by huddy_aimee
hey, this is a oneshot, I wont explain to toi what its about because I want it to be a surprise…hoping for lots and lots of reviews!!! anyway, short authors note, and I will be updating my other fics soon…
read and review (fanpoppers, RATE!!!)
xxx


-The Last Page-
    An office was all she had to montrer for her life’s achievements. It had her history recorded in it since she had finished up at university. Her name was plastered across the door, but that didn’t mean the office would be hers forever. She could be fired, she could retire ou she could just drop from the face of the earth in the blink of an eye. If this was all she had accomplished, she knew she wouldn’t be remembered; there would be nothing left.
    As she sat in this big office, she ran her hands along the bureau on of her employees had pulled out of storage for her. She smiled weakly as the tears began to fall. She looked out her office door and into the clinic; her eyes brushing past the ‘Dr. Lisa Cuddy’ on her door. She looked back down when her eyes locked on that employee who got her desk. Her eyes fell to the folder, spread out over the desk. He tears fell harder.
    Opening the haut, retour au début right hand drawer, she sifted through her papers before coming to the small, black and white picture of two people. She smiled again, still teary eyed, and closed her drawer; photo in hand. Gently caressing it, she began muttering something to herself before she couldn’t hold back her tears and they just fell. She flipped the photo over, looking at the two signatures, the rendez-vous amoureux, date and the words written on it.
    She couldn’t take it; putting her head onto her desk, she wrapped her arms around her stomach. For years she had kept her feelings at bay, not letting anything slip; not she regretted it her actions. Her body began shaking as her sobs became audible. A knocking at the window caused Cuddy to sniff, wipe her nose on the back of her hand and look up.
     She saw his face pressed up against the glass pane of the door. She didn’t want to deal with this right now. Standing from behind her desk, she put the folder away and picked up her veste off the manteau rack, pushing the door open as her went.
    He stood back, looking genuinely confused. Before she could go any further, something wrapped around her wrist.
“Not now, House,” she a dit quietly, avoiding his gaze.
    He didn’t let go and wasn’t intending on, either. Leading the way back into her office, he pleaded with her to talk. She was stubborn. She sat, but didn’t talk. House sat suivant to her as she started to cry again. He wasn’t in the mood for his sarcastic remarks ou cynical comments; he just wanted to find out why Cuddy was so distraught. His cœur, coeur overpowered his brain and he reached over her and pulled her closer to him.
“What’s wrong, Lisa?” he spoke. Using her first name was his way of letting her know he was there to help.
    She didn’t respond she just leaned into his chest; the occasional sound of sniffles and deep breaths breaking the silence that enveloped them.
    Cuddy had calmed down slightly and she pulled back from him, looking deep into his eyes. She saw no mock ou game in that blue ocean, only sadness, sympathy and love. She hugged up to his chest once more, this time inhaling his scent; she knew all to well she wouldn’t have very much time left to savour it. House pressed a Kiss to the haut, retour au début of her head, waiting for the silence to begin again.
    Then, out of no where, Cuddy mumbled, “I’m dying,”
    It had taken some time to process what Cuddy had said. ‘I’m dying,’ kept circling his mind; the barriers surrounding his thoughts instantly shot up. He didn’t want to believe it.
“Let’s get toi home,” he whispered. She was still snuggled into him, but slowly allowed herself to peel from the warmth.
    As they walked out into the clinic, Cuddy wrapped her arms around House’s stomach and buried her face into his shoulder. As they continued, people stopped and stared as their Dean of Medicine was lead out par the misanthropic diagnostician. He tried not to pay attention to them as his arm wrapped around her shoulders and his thumb began rubbing circles on the haut, retour au début of her arm.
    When out in the car park, House convinced Cuddy that she was in no state to drive; so he took her home. The drive was quiet as Cuddy stared out the window trying to imprint every last detail into her mind; she had a new found respect for the things she lived with every day.
“So what is it?” he asked gently.
Cuddy sighed. “Lung cancer,” she spoke, quietly.
House’s cœur, coeur fell.
“It’s metastasised to both lungs,” she continued; her voice starting to break. “We caught it too late. It’s predicted I only have two months – if that,”
House cringed at the pain his body was feeling. His cœur, coeur had plummeted through the earths crust and was being burnt in the hot core.
“I’m sorry,” he said, fighting the urge to do something stupid.
“It’s okay; I should’ve told toi earlier. I pleaded with Wilson not to tell you. I was being irrational,”
House shook his head, making a right turn. “You did what toi thought was best –“
Cuddy interrupted him. “- but it was wrong. I shouldn’t have done it,”
    She began sobbing again as House pulled into her driveway. House flicked off the ignition and got out, opening Cuddy’s door on the way around.
“Thankyou,” she whispered.
    House pulled her chin up, she saw the l’amour and pain he felt flash through his eyes. He pressed his lips to hers gently before pulling away and limping to the front door. He wasn’t leaving anytime soon.
*** huddyaimee ***
    The weeks went par fast and eventually the cancer became too much for her to handle on her own; she passed out after getting up one morning. She was admitted to her own hospital and was donné a private room on the oncology ward. She had specifically requested no medication when she was diagnosed with cancer; she just wanted to let the cancer run its course. She didn’t want to prolong her suffering and the side effects of hair-loss, tiredness and a weak immune system didn’t tickle her fancy. House was good to her; he never left her side. He cared deeply about her and she did too.
    Cuddy had sat up late one night, staring at House as he slept suivant to her in the chair provided. She smiled. Reaching into the bedside drawers, she pulled out a little black journal and a pen. She had recorded everything in that book.
    Funny; as she opened the book, she found that she was on the last page. She smiled again. Maybe this was a way of knowing that it was her last; the last page in her life. Picking up the pen she began to write; becoming weaker as she went.
    17/05/2010, 0318am
Here I am on my last page; it must be telling me that my time’s almost up. House is still suivant to me and I am grateful. I know now that he does care about me as I care about him. I hope that there is an afterlife; maybe he could find me when he passes on and we can truly be together. I can feel myself getting weaker, now; but I don’t want to think about that right now. I want House to read this, I really do. I don’t think he realised how much I loved him. I tried to stay par his side through thick and thin; I loved our banter, it made me smile; I l’amour that he only really paid any attention to me; I am grateful that he had helped me through the past mois and a half.
And Wilson, how could I forget him? He was like a giant teddy – so loveable and cuddly. He was one of my best friends. There are very few words to describe him and it would take to long. Judging par the amount of paper I have left means I think my time is coming.
So, let me say on my last few lines of my life; Greg House, toi are a man who completes me. I l’amour toi with all my cœur, coeur and I hope toi do too. James Wilson, toi were like my brother; toi gave me great advice, always tried to play matchmaker and always brought a smile to my face.
I l’amour toi both and will miss toi terribly.
Goodbye.
Lisa.
xx

    She smiled one last time before her last breath escaped her lips and she slipped into a never ending unconsciousness. House woke as the long beep emitted from her monitors flat lined. He sprang up and looked at her, cupping her face. She had a small smile stretched on her now limp features. House tried to contain himself, but he couldn’t. Tears soon slid down his aged face.
“LISA!” he yelled, hoping something would bring her back. He wasn’t thinking straight; he’s a doctor, he knows toi can’t yell at a patient and instantly bring them back. “Lisa,” he a dit plus weakly as he collapsed on the floor in an emotional wreck.
    The nurses ran to the room upon hearing House’s yell and the flat-line. The nurses looked at House on the floor. Unplugging her monitors and écriture on her charts, they decided it would be best if they just left him alone.
    House stood up and caressed her pale face; deep in his heart, he just wanted her to open her eyes and pull him into a big embrace, but he knew in reality it would never happen. He leaned down and pressed one last Kiss to her lips. They were still warm, but he knew that they would soon cool. He picked up the journal on her lap and read the last page.
    His tears began to flow plus freely and he went to stand back over her body. He took a hand in his and squeezed whilst looking down at her. “I loved toi too,” he said, pulling the blanket over her. “And I will miss toi forever. Lisa, toi were the only one for me. I’m just sorry I never got to tell you.”

~FIN~

hate it ou l’amour it??? sorry it was a little sad. to tell toi the truth, I actually cried whilst écriture this fic. im thinking of doing a sequel which is the pages of her journal – do toi want me to do one?
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posted by dillyydallyy
“Regular radical, me radical ou me out of my mind radical?"

I’m magically mightier, plus Godly than God himself
Whose holy, hectic world is foolish and phony
Because I bear, the strange solutions
To all mystifying modern, medical mysteries.
Talented to, treat distressing diseases
With the superb support, of some serious vicodin
Each pill pulsing, pure sweetness similar to candy.
I devote my days, deliberately torturing my team
Warranting my worries, of wistful workers.
As my mediocre, jour draws out
I flee foxily, from the Medical Mistress
Deeply disguised, in the darkness of the day
Slyly sleeping,...
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posted by EnjoyHuddy
Well, this isn't a real episode of House, I decided to put only House and Cuddy.
Hope toi Enjoy it!^^Maybe they are a little out of charachter so...sorry!!Hope I'll make any mistake




It was a warm and sunny Saturday afternoon,and everyone was gone home...Everyone but some nurses,Lisa Cuddy and House.That's a little strange but he was still there.
He made his way towards Cuddy's office.She was sitting at her bureau with her hands on the keybord, écriture something.

"Cuddles!!"he a dit limping towards her desk.
Cuddy loocked up from the keybord to him, a little surprised that he was still at work....
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Lollipop Isues 9

( at Cuddy's house )
Liz-why are we here...
House-so we can talk....
Liz-can't we talk at the apartment...
House-not in private...
Liz-I thought toi didn't care about peoples personal lifes...
House-Cuddy thinks I need to get to know toi better (bond)
Liz-you really don't have to toi know...
House-ya..I know...I'm doing it for Cuddy...
Liz-you must really like her....
House-ya...I do...but she doesn't know it....
Liz-why don't toi tell her ( she is now extremely anxious and is starting to raise her voice )
House-she won't care....shell still be with Lucas...
Liz-I thought they broke up.......
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posted by Irene3691
After her long nap, Lisa wakes up and goes to have a shower. When she finishes, looks at the time and goes to wake him up. ‘You awake?’
‘Yeah, toi naked?’
‘No... I have a towel, sorry... I just was gonna tell toi to get up.’
‘Okay... I'm getting up...’
After having a douche and getting dressed he takes his stuff and goes to the door. ‘Well, I'm leaving...’
‘Wait! I’m ready.’ Lisa gets out of her room wearing a nice white T-shirt tied around her neck and black trousers. He can’t help looking at her.
‘You look... good.’ Says House finally.
‘Thanks, toi too.’
‘I know,...
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posted by huddy_aimee
The plane had landed and House and Cuddy made their merry way [still not noticing each other] to their separate taxis to take them to the private pier. When they arrived, they laid eyes on each other.
"Shit," they a dit simultaneously, "What the hell are toi doing here?"
"Me?" a dit Cuddy pointing to herself, "What are toi doing here?"
"Wilson sent me here, and I'm assuming he sent toi here too?" he said, watching as her posture changed.
She nodded, "Well, I'll see if we can get another yacht for you,"
"Me?! Why me?"
Just then the pilot of the yacht approached, "Sorry, but I couldn't help but...
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posted by douglas80
Another Week went by.
Didn´t hear anything from Wilson ou Cuddy ou somebody else.

Dr. Travis and i went out for a walk. Today we talked about my childhood.
It was not easy talking about my Dad and Mum.
But i think we´ve had a good start at this chapter of my life.
There are often moments i´m jsut a little afraid about talking in this intimate way to Dr. Travis. Normally it´s Wilson i talk to like this. And there are many things he didn´t know yet like Dr. Travis.

My leg hurt a little when we were back. Emma brought me my pill and i swallowed it down.
I had some French pain grillé and two ou three cups of coffee.
Frank had a girlfriend since three days. Her Name is Sally. She´s nice...for Frank. She had the Asperger syndrome, poor little girl.

So, this evening is damn boring. I played the guitar, listened to the chant birds outside, fighted with that Zombie-Bitch and.....

par tomorrow, ít knocks.

G.H.



(TBC)
posted by douglas80
This was a cool day! After i Lost a hundred times this damn game.....i won!!! Frank wasn´t really happy about this, but...who cares!
After Emma found my pills she called Dr. Snyder. Oh my god, what a stupid monster-wife!
I´m detoxed and i don´t wanna get back on some other shit, i told her. She didn´t care.
Dr. Snyder tried to talk to me about my hallucinations, but i won´t. I´m still waiting for Dr. Travis.
While i watched TV, a guy sat down suivant to me. He didn´t say a word so i didn´t care. After a few minutes he began to ask me a tone of questions.
"What´s your name?"----Greg.
"Why are...
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posted by pollyloveshouse
Anusha flopped back down onto her bed, flicking the off switch on the TV remote. There was nothing on, nothing good at least. General Hospital had just started, but no one watches that! She was just thinking about how starring in General Hospital had ruined Hugh Laurie's career when she heard footsteps approaching, lots of them. As she pushed herself back up onto her pillows she saw a small crowd of people, amberRocks in the lead, all walking towards her room. As they came through her door they proceeded to spread out around her bed. She noticed that they all kept glancing at each other and...
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posted by pollyloveshouse
(i havent been able to get a beta- reader cos no one is around and i dont have long till my computer runs out of battery, so sorry if i make mistakes ou anything...)

The sun outside was slowly setting, but that didn't stop cocacola as she slowly mopped the corridor. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth... There was something relaxing, beautiful even, about mopping. Cocacola knew everyone thought she was crazy for thinking this, but she didn't care. She argued that if she enjoyed it and it helped this run-down shack of a hospital just a little then it was a definite improvement! She...
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posted by huddy_aimee
:) this is another chapter which just popped into my head, so beware it may not be that good. Read and Review...your guys reviews are like drugs to me (need I remind you) MDR



Cuddy disappeared below to get changed, like House had ordered. Her emotions were fighting with each other, passion over ruling all sense of what is right.
'He kissed me,' she thought, 'Is this his way of telling me he wants something more? I guess I'll find out later.' At that thought she let a little giggle slip out of her mouth.
Back on deck House had organised everything, everything was perfect. He wanted to montrer his...
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posted by lizzie22xo
The paramedics had come, along with Princeton PD, and the state troopers, which pronounced it was an over dose. Once they had left, paramedics placed his body in a zip-up bag, and carried him onto the stretcher. They wheeled him out of the office, with Cuddy right beside of the him. She was not crying, much to her surprise. It wasn't like she was happy, she was the farthest thing from it. Her fingers met the cold button, pressing harder than she needed to. After several secondes of waiting, the elevator doors opened, she and the paramedics, pushed him inside the empty elevator. As they got in,...
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posted by pollyloveshouse
Babybell strolled down the bright corridor, smelling the fresh green grass. ou at least she imagined she could, but it being winter, and indoors, it was highly unlikely she could actually smell the grass. However the thought of it pleased her. Upon thinking this she thought she could hear musique playing, but dismissed it as another stretch of her imagination. But when she listened plus carefully she realized it had to be real, there were mistakes in it! Why would she imagine that? She honed in on her hearing and traced the musique back to the doctor's lounge where she opened the door. She realized...
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