I tried not to have a big cul, ass wait between chapters…I was going through a small patch of writers block when I wrote these so I do apologise for the crappy-ness of them…I do thank toi guys for the lovely reviews (and ratings)…there are only 2 plus chapters after this and if I get enough reviews, I might be persuaded to do an epilogue… (but I need at least 100 reviews on FF to do so…so toddle your FP – ing bums over there and rate over there too) HIT THAT REVIEW BUTTON ON YER WAY OUT KIDDIES!!!
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huddyaimee
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House had kept himself locked up in his office, immersed in the thoughts of his boss. He could feel the conflict within her and it saddened him to think that he had done it. House’s thoughts were interrupted par his team who came in presenting a case. Thirteen handed him the dark blue folder. House scanned through the contents before throwing it back at Thirteen.
“Pass it to Wilson; he has caner,” he said.
“How can toi know that, we haven’t done any tests,” Foreman argued.
“I dunno,” House said; zoning out again. “Oh, and when toi come into an office, you’re meant to knock, it’s common courtesy,”
‘You can talk,’ came the woman’s voice into his head. ‘You barge into my office nearly every single jour asking for some ridiculous test,’
‘And how did it go? I’m the one who monitors your thoughts closey?’
‘Go to work, toi have clinic in ten minutes,’
‘Thanks for the reminder,’ he replied in a sarcastic thought.
Cuddy intended on using exactly the same tone as he had done. ‘Now, your sarcastic thoughts need some work on them; you’re a lot better at speaking sarcastically,’
‘Shut up, now you’re distracting me,’
‘I bet toi couldn’t go a week without any contact with me,’
‘Wanna bet? I’m sure you’d buckle at the knees and come crawling to me within the first fourty eight hours,’ House thought.
‘You’re on; one small problem, what are we betting?’
‘Well, we’ll just say that the winner gets to decide upon winning,’
‘Fine,’ she thought dismissingly.
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huddyaimee
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They’d survived five hours without any kind of contact. Cuddy had already gone home, having the babysitter called telling her that Rachel had been sick, She had contacted Wilson to fill in for her at the hospital.
When Cuddy arrived accueil she found Rachel was only running a temperature. She paid the babysitter and sat down to finish her paperwork. When she opened up the first file, a small envelope fell out and onto the coffee table. She read the rendez-vous amoureux, date that was on the back.
‘Two months ago? No one writes to me unless it’s work related.’ she thought.
She gently tore the back and slid the letter out of its holder. It was addressed from House.
Cuddy,
I need to be with you; to be honest to you; to tell toi what I really am. I am sorry fro what I have done to toi in the past, but I am slowly reaching my ‘use by’ date. I can’t bare it. Come see me tonight at seven.
House.
Why hadn’t she found it earlier? Was this a true test for her? It reminded her of her deeper feelings for the man; she couldn’t just sit there and let fate decide, could she?
Cuddy went to lit that evening with a feeling of confusion, loneliness and the pain from her récent change.
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huddyaimee
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sorry about the uber crappieness of that chappie…the letter was really random, I don’t even know why I put it in there…lol
anyways, so read and review…my suivant chapter of Two’s Company, Three’s a Crowd should be up soon…
xxx
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huddyaimee
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House had kept himself locked up in his office, immersed in the thoughts of his boss. He could feel the conflict within her and it saddened him to think that he had done it. House’s thoughts were interrupted par his team who came in presenting a case. Thirteen handed him the dark blue folder. House scanned through the contents before throwing it back at Thirteen.
“Pass it to Wilson; he has caner,” he said.
“How can toi know that, we haven’t done any tests,” Foreman argued.
“I dunno,” House said; zoning out again. “Oh, and when toi come into an office, you’re meant to knock, it’s common courtesy,”
‘You can talk,’ came the woman’s voice into his head. ‘You barge into my office nearly every single jour asking for some ridiculous test,’
‘And how did it go? I’m the one who monitors your thoughts closey?’
‘Go to work, toi have clinic in ten minutes,’
‘Thanks for the reminder,’ he replied in a sarcastic thought.
Cuddy intended on using exactly the same tone as he had done. ‘Now, your sarcastic thoughts need some work on them; you’re a lot better at speaking sarcastically,’
‘Shut up, now you’re distracting me,’
‘I bet toi couldn’t go a week without any contact with me,’
‘Wanna bet? I’m sure you’d buckle at the knees and come crawling to me within the first fourty eight hours,’ House thought.
‘You’re on; one small problem, what are we betting?’
‘Well, we’ll just say that the winner gets to decide upon winning,’
‘Fine,’ she thought dismissingly.
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huddyaimee
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They’d survived five hours without any kind of contact. Cuddy had already gone home, having the babysitter called telling her that Rachel had been sick, She had contacted Wilson to fill in for her at the hospital.
When Cuddy arrived accueil she found Rachel was only running a temperature. She paid the babysitter and sat down to finish her paperwork. When she opened up the first file, a small envelope fell out and onto the coffee table. She read the rendez-vous amoureux, date that was on the back.
‘Two months ago? No one writes to me unless it’s work related.’ she thought.
She gently tore the back and slid the letter out of its holder. It was addressed from House.
Cuddy,
I need to be with you; to be honest to you; to tell toi what I really am. I am sorry fro what I have done to toi in the past, but I am slowly reaching my ‘use by’ date. I can’t bare it. Come see me tonight at seven.
House.
Why hadn’t she found it earlier? Was this a true test for her? It reminded her of her deeper feelings for the man; she couldn’t just sit there and let fate decide, could she?
Cuddy went to lit that evening with a feeling of confusion, loneliness and the pain from her récent change.
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huddyaimee
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sorry about the uber crappieness of that chappie…the letter was really random, I don’t even know why I put it in there…lol
anyways, so read and review…my suivant chapter of Two’s Company, Three’s a Crowd should be up soon…
xxx
"I always want to kiss you,"
When does l’amour become something we need, rather than something we want? l’amour was seen as something special a long time ago. Now l’amour is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. l’amour is common currency when toi are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older toi get. Do we not care about the substance of what l’amour was and not what it has been made into today par commercialisation from American films and télévision commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience l’amour for real, can we commentaire and judge others who are in Love. l’amour means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of l’amour is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? l’amour is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.
