Cry On Demand - House MD

"Hello, I'm Dr. Lisa Cuddy. I'm House's...boss." Cuddy a dit as she put out her hand to Ariel. House watched the exchange silently from the stove.
"Uh, I'm Ariel Harrison." Ariel a dit shaking Cuddy's hand. Cuddy looked over at House briefly catching his blank gaze.
"Well, I should leave. It was nice meeting you." Cuddy a dit with a nervous smile as she headed quickly out the door. Ariel watched as the woman practically sprinted out of the apartment.
"Why was she here?"
"Covering her ass...don't worry about it. Come here and taste this pesto, au pesto I made." He a dit as he took a spoon and dipped it...

"You slept with this patient's relative?" Wilson asked incredulously.
House twirled his cane as he continued to stare down at a stain on the floor.
"Yes...The real question you're wondering is how in a mental hospital did I pull that off." House a dit finally looking up to meet his best friend's gaze.
Wilson shook his head and stood up from the sofa.
"I don't need the logistics...I'm gonna get us some food." He a dit as he picked up his manteau and began walking toward the door.
"You're not even a little curious to why I slept with her ou why I liked her at all. I mean, you're usually not shy about...

"Do toi wake up in the morning and need help to lift your head?"

He dragged himself out of bed, barely coherent, and fell back onto the covers staring at the cieling. Will today be the day?

"Do toi read obituaries and feel jealous of the dead?"

He slapped the newspaper down on the coffee table, afraid, and tormented par the lucky souls free to roam without burden. He put his forehead in his hands and sighed with the weight of the world crushing him, suffocating him.

"It's like living on a cliffside not knowing when you'll dive.
Do toi know, do toi know what it's like to die alive?"

It sat on his mantle...

A week after, Cuddy found herself seated in front of the Hospital Board of Directors. Wilson was there, since he was a member of the Board, but she still fear that this might be her last jour as the Dean of Medicine of PPTH. She’s certain about defending House’s Absence without Leave though her own career hang in the balance, why she’s doing this is still not known, even to herself. She gave a slight sigh the moment the Head of the Board started talking.
Dr. Eastwood: Dr. Cuddy, I hope toi do realize what stepping out for protecting Dr. House will bring to you. Your own career hangs in...

After three days in the hospital, House finally brought Cuddy and the new baby they named Ian home. Rachel was excited being a new sister. The first days and first nights were rough ones but as new parents, House and Cuddy tried to cool themselves down. There were still arguments that fly left and right but they tried to low down their voice and fight in their room so Rachel won’t hear it. The down days were always replaced with happy and precious ones. Cuddy would often found House carrying Ian and tucking Rachel to bed. Tonight, she found House in their son’s room, bottle feeding him....

Cameron was sitting in a bench in front of room 248, it had been at least three hours since Chase walked off that room and she was able to convince him to go accueil take a douche and get some sleep. She just wasn’t able to convince herself to do the same, she didn’t know why she didn’t want to go home, ou why she couldn’t get out of the front of that room, she just had the urge to do something about the girl behind those doors.

Decided to do something she walked inside the room. Claire didn’t seem to notice when Cameron got in, she was looking down, with dry tears in her cheeks, Cameron...

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“Oh nice,” someone shouted from far away, “You yell at everyone else to do clinic duty, but here toi are sleeping through yours in fricken exam room 1. For God’s sake woman wake up!”
Something small and pen shaped ricocheted off her head startling her awake. Cuddy shot up and looked around wildly. A strange, intolerable feeling of agitation overtook her consciousness interfering with all rational thought. Someone was after her, she knew it.
“Cuddy,” Sarah a dit questioningly.
Her voice was distorted, like someone had put a recording in slow motion. Cuddy...

Some weeks go par and Greg starts thinking of preparing something special for Christmas. He doesn't celebrate it usually but he'd like to make her have a good time. House thinks of a party with workmates and presents, but he still has time, so he'll have to think about it...
Gradually the holidays are coming and they start decorating the hospital. These are House and Cuddy’s first Christmas together not only at work, and she wishes they were special but she knows that he doesn't like these kind of celebrations, so she guesses they will be as they have always been...
House keeps spinning his...

"That's where toi were all night? I called toi three times to see if toi wanted to hit that new bar on twelfth." Wilson a dit as he ate his eggs. House drank some coffee and leaned against the booth.
"It was the best spontaneous rendez-vous amoureux, date I've ever had. She's gorgeous par the way."
"What is she like?"
"Funny. Annoying. Smart...Different." He a dit with a far off look.
Wilson smiled in surprise at House's unguarded look.
"Good for you."
House turned his gaze back on Wilson.
"Hey, let's not get ahead of ourselves. I could still severely screw this up."
"I doubt she'll be able to leave your place after...

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…
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-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...

"Okay, we just need sugar and lait and we're done." Foreman and Thirteen were at the grocery store. "What kind of sugar do toi want?" "Isn't there only one kind?" Foreman laughed. "Do toi want white ou pink?" Thirteen squinted her eyes at the rose box in wonder. "No way! They make rose sugar!? We should get both!" She tossed the sugar in the shopping cart. "I heard rose sugar gives toi cancer." "That must suck... salut isn't that Wilson?"
Foreman turned around, and sure enough, there was Wilson. "Oh my GOD!!!" Thirteen shreeked. "He's with Karamel!" They laughed at it for a few minutes, and...

A/N: Sorry guys I have been in exams but well I find time on the weekends so here is chapter 6. Also reviews are l’amour and l’amour is Huddy. So if toi want plus Huddy toi know what to do know! MDR Mmh…well this is a Huddy chapter so toi really can’t complain. =)

House entered Cuddy’s office, the door being slammed par him. Cuddy didn’t raise her eyes from the file she was lire since the only person that didn’t knock before entering her office was House.

“What do toi want?” She snapped.

“Stacy.” Cuddy raised her eyes. At first she thought House was kidding but then she realized...

The door swung open at Michigan Police Department and House entered the place. He immediately saw Cuddy who was seated across the table, tableau of a cop. She was chilling and wet and somewhat afraid of everyone that she could see. In House’s cœur, coeur was a deep sense of sympathy, care and anger. Cuddy looked at him as he stood there beside him. His eyes grew wider when he noticed bruises in her eyebrow and cheeks. There were scratches in her arms and although she was hiding them, they were wounds on her knees. His breathe was shallow as she immediately clung on him.
House drove Cuddy back to Plainsboro....

This is the suivant scene of part 1. As always please comment. =)

The suivant morning the alarm clock went off at five thirty and Cuddy went through her usual routine of hiding the evidence only without the caffeine pills and coffee. It felt she was moving in slow motion, exhaustion weighing down each limb like lead. She had not slept at all the night before. Without her sleeping pills she was unable to sleep at all. As if her jour wasn’t already off to a bad start when she walked outside she discovered that her tires had been slashed, all four of them. Cuddy looked at her watch, it was six in the...