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Aftermath


After the kiss, from the night before. House wakes up in his lit at around 09:20am and gets ready to arrive late for work, as usual. On his way to the cuisine he sees Cuddy on the sofa sleeping softly with her drink spilt on the coffee table. Her shoes were on the floor suivant to her. House thought about putting a blanket over her but didn’t. Instead House sat watching her for a bit, before finally waking her up with a loud incoherent noise.

House: Wake-up sleepy head.

Cuddy: Eughh. What time is it?

House: (checks his watch) Uh-oh, seems toi are going to be late.

(Cuddy sat up and held...

This is my fanfic that I've been working on for the past week.I made the characters way out of character.This is a Huddy/Hameron/Wameron/Wuddy fanfic.(Don't kill me Immunity!)

The sun was just going down.The reds,oranges,yellows mixed in with the purples of the night.Lisa Cuddy was in her office working up a storm.Everybody in the hospital was leaving for the party that Cuddy had planned for everybody.At noon she picked up her long cerise red dress,it had a plunging neck line,and black stilettos.They all lied on her canapé in her office."Dr.Cuddy,aren't toi coming to the party?" asked Allison...

After watching Wilson's cœur, coeur I noticed that the writer's left us with a deep thought about the question of whether House is guilty as to the death of Amber. At first my reaction was God NO, House couldn't help that they got into a bus accident but then I noticed something plus that the writer's were trying to say.
A main theme through House is the way he treats people and how his actions may not directly cause the misery and he 'techinically" is not to blame for a deed done, but indirectly he has caused people pain.

The first example I could think of for this was at the end of the Volger...

One knows one is bored when one thinks too much about the philosophy of television...

I l’amour Monk, the montrer about an obsessive-compulsive man who assists the police par solving crimes with his unusually accurate eye for detail. Unfortunately, télévision stations like to annoy me par either taking the shows I l’amour off-air ou moving them to time-slots that only stay-at-home-mothers can watch when their kids are at school, ou when the only people awake are drug addicts and insomniacs. This happened with Monk, which was first moved to a late-night time-slot and then to an afternoon slot.

Anyway, I...