Summary: Every neighborhood has its legend, Boo Radley, “the town witch”; God knows what the Princeton children all think of House. Neighborhood child Tom has a growing curiosity with his street's "Mad Doctor" the topic of all rumors and tales told on Baker St. Read as Tom explores the life of Gregory House, perhaps learning something along the way.

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Author’s Note: The chapters after this may not come as frequently as they have been seeing as tomorrow is my first jour of school and I...

The suivant morning, House wakes up and notices it’s 9:30. ‘Lisa! We’ve fallen asleep!’
He stands up very quickly and she opens her eyes a bit confused. ‘Eh? What? What time is it?’
‘It’s 9:30!’
She goes as fast as she can to the bathroom and has a shower. House gets dressed and waits for her in the hall. Before they leave, Cuddy writes a note to her parents and they go to House’s place.
‘Thank God my boss will get late to work too so I won't be pissed off par her...’
‘Ha-ha. It's your fault... toi didn't turn on the alarm...’
‘My fault?? It was your home, toi should've...

Everyone's recently wonderful posts for the drabble game inspired me to write some plus and so I blame all of toi for what toi are about to read. I also blame my musique selection, some of the stories are rather "interesting" due to shuffle on my iPod........

Everybody Dance Now(remix)
Jock Jams- LONG SONG(didn't realize until I wrote it)

Wilson poked his head outside of his office, narrowing his eyes making sure no soul was in sight ou a cane either. After deeming it safe, he retreated into his office and made his way quickly over the side of the bureau where an iPod speaker lay ready and waiting...

CHAPTER 1 DISCOVERIES
It was another dreary and dank morning in apartment 221B. The alarm clock rang at 9:30 AM just like it always did, waking him up so he could be just perfectly late to work, he opened his deep blue eyes and groaned from the pain shooting up his leg, yes just like every morning. He even had a slow but steady routine from the minute his eyes opened. He grabbed his cane and the bottle of Vicodin from the side table, tableau near his bed. Sleepily he pops one in his mouth sets the bottle back down and is off to get dressed in whatever t-shirt and jeans calls to him that day. Then puts...

I'm wondering about this chapter. I'm kind of nervous about it. Please tell me what toi think.


Chapter 12

Thirteen never thought a decision could be so hard. She’d never pictured herself in this situation.
    
“Hold still,” she told Bo. They were down in the clinic. Thirteen had brought Bo in early to draw blood. She was running the test, because if Bo didn’t have it then Kutner was right, and Thirteen should start preparing her now. If Bo was positive she didn’t want her to know until the last possible moment. She needed to know. This guessing was just too hard....

House and Cuddy go to their room to rest a bit before going to buy the tickets. She’s lying on the lit and House looks at her from the balcony, then he stands up, takes his shoes off, and lies suivant to her. Cuddy feels him on her side and put her hand over his. House jokes. ‘I told you. toi won’t get sex from me...’
‘Any physical contact with toi means that I want sex?’
‘If toi were a different person no, but if we ours in mind that this person is you... YES!!’
‘Am I only sex for you?’
That questions really shocks Greg, and he remain in silence. Cuddy looks at him waiting for...

I've decided to post chapters 1 & 2 at the same time, just because there's a constant flow of articles here and it seemed easier to just do it this way.

Wilson knocked on the door... he knew House wasn't obligated to let him in at all; that, as a matter of fact, House probably wouldn't let him in... but he tried none the less, because there were things he had to say... because he was Wilson and Wilson never left.
"I know you're in there... look, I have to tell toi something: I'm sorry."

"Since when is that good enough?" House whispered... a bullet was staring at him from the barrel of a gun......

Okay, so to be honest I can’t really do anything but write – and even that I don’t do that well. However, here goes: JustHuddy’s secret Santa. I’m sorry for the failure. Really. Truly.

It seems to me, most good stories start with a location, whether it be troène, privet Drive ou the Shire, people like to know where they are at. If toi were to ask the location of this story, I would describe a perfectly ordinary suburban road, equipped with trees, houses, cars, and probably a fairly annoying dog ou two that wakes toi up in the middle of the night with some well timed howling. I’d say that...

The afternoon was slowly departing. The sun was reaching down, every minute of every hour. It was glowing. In Cuddy's office, the light was pouring in. Shining and glimmering on all the glass. She was just sitting around, fidgeting, nervous and teary. She sat there staring blankly at the floor waiting for House to come. She didn't know what to say to him, what to do ou even what to think. Then at that moment, he walked in. He was grinning at her and he made his way to her desk. When he kissed her on the cheek, she had kept her eyes shut, and began biting her lips. He saw the expression on her...

Chapter 10

“Are toi going to explain to me what’s going on?” Bo asked.
    
“What do toi mean?” Thirteen asked.
    
“Come on, Mom,” Bo said. “What are toi hiding?”
    
“Bo,” Thirteen said. “There are some things I don’t want toi to have to know yet.”
    
“Like that you’re dying?” Bo asked.
    
“We’re all dying,” the voice came from behind them. Thirteen and Bo turned to see Kutner standing in the doorway. “Bo, do toi want to go get lunch in the cafeteria?”...

Chapter 7

Bo

“Why did toi feu her the seconde time?” I asked.
    
“I only had enough room for three on my team and she was the fourth,” House answered.
    
“No, that was the first time,” I replied. “I want to know about the seconde time.”
    
“How do toi know about the first time but not the second?” House asked.
    
“Is that your question?” I asked, raising her eyebrows.
    
“I needed her to spend time with the patient. toi mother says it was to see if she could still form...

Chapter 4: And I don’t want to go accueil right now

“Test everything toi found in the accueil for contaminants,” House called as he walk out the door.
    
“Guess we’re pulling another all-nighter,” Taub muttered.
    
“We should have listened to Foreman when he a dit to get out of here early,” Kutner said.
    
The three of them headed to the lab and stopped in front of the large tub containing everything that had been brought back from the patient’s house.
    
“Guess you’re wishing you’d gotten some sleep...

A fan fic to the last scene of Wilson's Heart. The missing scene of how Cuddy ends up holding House's hand.



House was lying weak and nearly lifeless in his bed. Cuddy was fidgeting around with his medications, and studied his BP and cœur, coeur rate. She walked barefoot back over to the chair beside him, propping up her head on the armrest, lifting her feet up on the chair. She just watched him peacefully rest. She gave sniffles every now and again, accompanied with a quick flow of tears, causing her eyes to puff and redden. Suddenly, his eyes slowly opened and he turned his head slowly, facing her....

Chirp, chirp. toi could hear the birds chant their early morning song. Anne was lying in a bed. She couldn’t make out what happened the night before. The last thing she could remember was finally seeing Dr. Gregory House, and then blank.
Anne moaned and groaned as she began to wake. Trying not to let in too much light, she opened her eyes slowly. As her eyes began to settle she thought she was back at accueil in her comfortable bed, until she heard an unfamiliar voice enter the room.
“Hey, looks like someone’s finally awake.” Anne recognized the voice of Dr. Cuddy.
Still confused,...

This is a little Huddy fanfic I made, which I guess is set in Season 5. And it's written differently to my normal fanfics. First paragraph under each heading is House's POV, seconde is Cuddy's. Anyway, ENJOY! XD


Lust
She came into my office today, lecturing me about some procedure ou another being ethically wrong ou something. I don't know, I never really listen, fantasising instead. Every time I see her that day, one plus button on her shirt, undone. Every time she lectures me, she smiles seductively before she leaves again. What does she mean par this? Before the end of the day, I march into...

Some months go par and Lisa is huge. She is eight months pregnant and her belly now is really, really big. One morning they wake up. She doesn't have to go to work and House has taken a few days off to take care of her.
He opens his eyes and yawns. ‘Hey... how are you?’
‘I feel good. Like last days, about to explode.’ She chuckles. ‘No, seriously, I'm good. And how are you?’
‘I'm fine... anxious to see our son's face...’
‘We just have to wait a couple of weeks for that.’
House smiles at her. ‘I l’amour you...’
They are still lying on lit and she holds his hand. ‘I l’amour toi too.’...

Chapter 3: The Accident
Saturday morning arrived and Dr. Hadley/Thirteen decided to go for a drive after a sleepless night. It can’t be true Dr. House and Dr. Cuddy two doctors who she admires and respects can’t be her parents it’s just not possible she thought to herself. She drove for about an heure and was on her way accueil when suddenly a truck ran a red light and struck her car on the driver’s side. Thirteen was pinned inside her car and all of the Bones on her left side were crushed she had a punctured lung and a ruptured spleen. She needed immediate medical attention ou she could...

Okay, this is my newest fic. For anyone who's lire Iris, it will be finished, I promise, but I really need some input on this one. If toi think it's OOC ou anything, please tell me. I beg of you


Chapter 1

By time Thirteen entered her apartment she was exhausted. The only thing on her mind was making her problems go away, even temporarily. She entered the kitchenette, coin cuisine and reached for the bottle she kept on haut, retour au début of the refrigerator. Once her fingers had closed around the neck of the bottle she leaned back against the refrigerator and slid to the ground. She lowered her lips to the bottle.
    ...

     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,...