“Go find Cuddy and Kiss her ass.” That’s what Wilson had told him. That was why he was standing at her office door right now. And that was why he was doing something he hadn’t done since his first jour working there. He knocked.
“Come in.” She was working diligently on paperwork. When she heard the thump of his cane, she was sure that she had to be mistaken. She looked up slowly. “House? Are toi okay?”
Rating: T (to be safe) Summary: Continuation of “Paternity”
House didn’t know how long he’d been standing on that lacrosse field. But the sun had gone down hours il y a and the sky was now pitch black and his breath was visible. He shook his head and downed two Vicodin before finally heading back to his car. He’d be lying if he a dit that his missed his old life. Looking back, college was the best time of his life. Lacrosse, running, tons of girls falling over themselves to get to him, Cuddy…he smiled faintly at those memories. She’d pursued him, but not in...
Title: Pilot Redux Rating: T (I guess – for innuendo) Summary: I’m working on écriture a Huddy ending on add-in scene for each episode. This is a continuation of “Pilot”. My first huddy fic so be nice :-)
“5PM…Doctor House checking out…make sure toi write that down.” House tosses the last chart onto the desk. He smirks and makes his way to Cuddy’s office, bursting through the doors.
A soft groan of exasperation escapes her lips. “Do toi even know how to knock?”
A/N: I just got this CRAZY idea while sitting here....so here toi are! Basically a redo of Season 7's "Fault", and if toi havent seen THAT eppi then.....well, to become a real EO shipper toi have to LOL! The eppi is just utterly amazing!!! Anyway, back to the story....my first work in a while actually, so tell me if it sucks, trust me, I CAN take critisism. Plus, it allows me to see what I need to improve on! Thanks!!!
At first, his dream was nothing, just darkness. Then suddenly it all swirled, and couleurs began emerging. Eventually, they stopped, and a picture emerged.
Greg was fervently s’embrasser Lisa, and she was eagerly returning his entusiasm. They fell onto the bed, and, alas, the dream swirled again.
Now they were in a delivery room, and Lisa was squeezing House's hand, tears streaming down her face. The doctor was telling her to push - not much longer to go. Greg winced painfully as Lisa hit a especially strong contraction and squeezed his hand harder than ever.
Lying on a blanket in the park, Olivia watched life go par – families playing, birds flying, and amoureux laughing. She heard a voice behind her and smiled, having recognized it immediately. He dropped down onto the blanket beside her, and she rolled over to face him.
El’s smile was so breathtaking, I nearly forgot how to breathe. Scooting closer, I laid my head down on his chest and snuggled up suivant to him.