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posted by huddy_aimee
hey, this is a oneshot, I wont explain to you 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…
read and review (fanpoppers, RATE!!!)
xxx


-The Last Page-
    An office was all she had to show 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 or she could just drop from the face of the earth in the blink of an eye. If this was all she had accomplished, she knew she wouldn’t be remembered; there would be nothing left.
    As she sat in this big office, she ran her hands along the escrivaninha, mesa on of her employees had pulled out of storage for her. She smiled weakly as the tears began to fall. She looked out her office door and into the clinic; her eyes brushing past the ‘Dr. Lisa Cuddy’ on her door. She looked back down when her eyes locked on that employee who got her desk. Her eyes fell to the folder, spread out over the desk. He tears fell harder.
    Opening the topo, início right hand drawer, she sifted through her papers before coming to the small, black and white picture of two people. She smiled again, still teary eyed, and closed her drawer; fotografia in hand. Gently caressing it, she began muttering something to herself before she couldn’t hold back her tears and they just fell. She flipped the fotografia over, looking at the two signatures, the encontro, data and the words written on it.
    She couldn’t take it; putting her head onto her desk, she wrapped her arms around her stomach. For years she had kept her feelings at bay, not letting anything slip; not she regretted it her actions. Her body began shaking as her sobs became audible. A knocking at the window caused Cuddy to sniff, wipe her nose on the back of her hand and look up.
     She saw his face pressed up against the glass pane of the door. She didn’t want to deal with this right now. Standing from behind her desk, she put the folder away and picked up her jaqueta off the casaco rack, pushing the door open as her went.
    He stood back, looking genuinely confused. Before she could go any further, something wrapped around her wrist.
“Not now, House,” she said quietly, avoiding his gaze.
    He didn’t let go and wasn’t intending on, either. Leading the way back into her office, he pleaded with her to talk. She was stubborn. She sat, but didn’t talk. House sat seguinte to her as she started to cry again. He wasn’t in the mood for his sarcastic remarks or cynical comments; he just wanted to find out why Cuddy was so distraught. His coração overpowered his brain and he reached over her and pulled her closer to him.
“What’s wrong, Lisa?” he spoke. Using her first name was his way of letting her know he was there to help.
    She didn’t respond she just leaned into his chest; the occasional sound of sniffles and deep breaths breaking the silence that enveloped them.
    Cuddy had calmed down slightly and she pulled back from him, looking deep into his eyes. She saw no mock or game in that blue ocean, only sadness, sympathy and love. She hugged up to his chest once more, this time inhaling his scent; she knew all to well she wouldn’t have very much time left to savour it. House pressed a kiss to the topo, início of her head, waiting for the silence to begin again.
    Then, out of no where, Cuddy mumbled, “I’m dying,”
    It had taken some time to process what Cuddy had said. ‘I’m dying,’ kept circling his mind; the barriers surrounding his thoughts instantly shot up. He didn’t want to believe it.
“Let’s get you home,” he whispered. She was still snuggled into him, but slowly allowed herself to peel from the warmth.
    As they walked out into the clinic, Cuddy wrapped her arms around House’s stomach and buried her face into his shoulder. As they continued, people stopped and stared as their Dean of Medicine was lead out por the misanthropic diagnostician. He tried not to pay attention to them as his arm wrapped around her shoulders and his thumb began rubbing circles on the topo, início of her arm.
    When out in the car park, House convinced Cuddy that she was in no state to drive; so he took her home. The drive was quiet as Cuddy stared out the window trying to imprint every last detail into her mind; she had a new found respect for the things she lived with every day.
“So what is it?” he asked gently.
Cuddy sighed. “Lung cancer,” she spoke, quietly.
House’s coração fell.
“It’s metastasised to both lungs,” she continued; her voice starting to break. “We caught it too late. It’s predicted I only have two months – if that,”
House cringed at the pain his body was feeling. His coração had plummeted through the earths crust and was being burnt in the hot core.
“I’m sorry,” he said, fighting the urge to do something stupid.
“It’s okay; I should’ve told you earlier. I pleaded with Wilson not to tell you. I was being irrational,”
House shook his head, making a right turn. “You did what you thought was best –“
Cuddy interrupted him. “- but it was wrong. I shouldn’t have done it,”
    She began sobbing again as House pulled into her driveway. House flicked off the ignition and got out, opening Cuddy’s door on the way around.
“Thankyou,” she whispered.
    House pulled her chin up, she saw the amor and pain he felt flash through his eyes. He pressed his lips to hers gently before pulling away and limping to the front door. He wasn’t leaving anytime soon.
*** huddyaimee ***
    The weeks went por fast and eventually the cancer became too much for her to handle on her own; she passed out after getting up one morning. She was admitted to her own hospital and was given a private room on the oncology ward. She had specifically requested no medication when she was diagnosed with cancer; she just wanted to let the cancer run its course. She didn’t want to prolong her suffering and the side effects of hair-loss, tiredness and a weak immune system didn’t tickle her fancy. House was good to her; he never left her side. He cared deeply about her and she did too.
    Cuddy had sat up late one night, staring at House as he slept seguinte to her in the chair provided. She smiled. Reaching into the bedside drawers, she pulled out a little black journal and a pen. She had recorded everything in that book.
    Funny; as she opened the book, she found that she was on the last page. She smiled again. Maybe this was a way of knowing that it was her last; the last page in her life. Picking up the pen she began to write; becoming weaker as she went.
    17/05/2010, 0318am
Here I am on my last page; it must be telling me that my time’s almost up. House is still seguinte to me and I am grateful. I know now that he does care about me as I care about him. I hope that there is an afterlife; maybe he could find me when he passes on and we can truly be together. I can feel myself getting weaker, now; but I don’t want to think about that right now. I want House to read this, I really do. I don’t think he realised how much I loved him. I tried to stay por his side through thick and thin; I loved our banter, it made me smile; I amor that he only really paid any attention to me; I am grateful that he had helped me through the past mês and a half.
And Wilson, how could I forget him? He was like a giant teddy – so loveable and cuddly. He was one of my best friends. There are very few words to describe him and it would take to long. Judging por the amount of paper I have left means I think my time is coming.
So, let me say on my last few lines of my life; Greg House, you are a man who completes me. I amor you with all my coração and I hope you do too. James Wilson, you were like my brother; you gave me great advice, always tried to play matchmaker and always brought a smile to my face.
I amor you both and will miss you terribly.
Goodbye.
Lisa.
xx

    She smiled one last time before her last breath escaped her lips and she slipped into a never ending unconsciousness. House woke as the long beep emitted from her monitors flat lined. He sprang up and looked at her, cupping her face. She had a small smile stretched on her now limp features. House tried to contain himself, but he couldn’t. Tears soon slid down his aged face.
“LISA!” he yelled, hoping something would bring her back. He wasn’t thinking straight; he’s a doctor, he knows you can’t yell at a patient and instantly bring them back. “Lisa,” he said mais weakly as he collapsed on the floor in an emotional wreck.
    The nurses ran to the room upon hearing House’s yell and the flat-line. The nurses looked at House on the floor. Unplugging her monitors and composição literária on her charts, they decided it would be best if they just left him alone.
    House stood up and caressed her pale face; deep in his heart, he just wanted her to open her eyes and pull him into a big embrace, but he knew in reality it would never happen. He leaned down and pressed one last kiss to her lips. They were still warm, but he knew that they would soon cool. He picked up the journal on her lap and read the last page.
    His tears began to flow mais freely and he went to stand back over her body. He took a hand in his and squeezed whilst looking down at her. “I loved you too,” he said, pulling the blanket over her. “And I will miss you forever. Lisa, you were the only one for me. I’m just sorry I never got to tell you.”

~FIN~

hate it or amor it??? sorry it was a little sad. to tell you the truth, I actually cried whilst composição literária this fic. im thinking of doing a sequel which is the pages of her journal – do you want me to do one?
please review (fp users, RATE!)
posted by Irene3691
House and Cuddy get to Michigan in the afternoon, and after leaving their suitcases at home, they go to buy some food. They have jantar and sit together on the couch, where they talk and laugh until cama time.
‘Well... I think we should go to sleep... I mean... each of us to our respective rooms...’
She smiles. ‘Yes, it’s late.’ They go to their dorm’s doors. ‘Tomorrow I’m leaving early, so I won’t see until Sunday night...’
He nods. ‘Have fun with your family then.’
‘Thanks.’ She smiles and goes to her dorm to sleep.


In the morning Lisa gets up early and takes a shower....
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posted by rosehustle1
 Ariel Harrison(this is my idea of what she would look like and as close to getting LG to being on the show)
Ariel Harrison(this is my idea of what she would look like and as close to getting LG to being on the show)
It was an escuro, nublado morning when House awoke the seguinte day. His pain was an eight on the pain scale, and his head was fighting to push it to a ten. Letting out a harsh exhalation, he propped himself up and began the daily drudgery.
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"You have two hours of clinic today House, and I don't want to hear any argument about." Cuddy said as she handed him the green chart for exam room 3.
He looked appraisingly over her form. She was wearing a dark purple v-neck blusa that fit snug against her breasts. Her saia stopped above her knee revealing her shapely...
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posted by rosehustle1
Once the waitress had moved out of the way, House could once again take in the mystery woman that sat across the room. He wondered if she was a professor at the universidade or possibly a 'mature' student.
The woman looked up from her notebook and caught House staring. He barely bristled at being found out and instead unabashedly continued to stare.
"Hon, you want anything else?" The waitress asked House once more. He kept his gaze on the mystery woman while answering.
"Another cup of coffee, but send it over to the woman at the end."
The waitress looked back and forth between House and the...
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Two's Company - Three's a Crowd
-Chapter 3-

3 Weeks Later

Cuddy had allowed Kirstin to stay with her permanently now that House knew about her. She had recently taken a week off to renovate the spare room with her daughter. Kirstin had opted for an off white with a lima, limão green feature wall. House had given her a bunch of band posters to stick up around her room; much to Cuddy’s disapproval.

On the subject of Kirstin’s rape, Rob’s brother had been sentenced for three years on the charges of rape and purchasing alcohol for minors. Rob had moved into an apartment near por when he heard about the...
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posted by livethislifeup
I HATE WRITER'S BLOCK. I hate it period. So, my sincerest apologies for the wait. Also, I didn't feel like composição literária out the whole título thing again. BUT, it is still dedicated to Oldmovie, let it be said. So, here's the third extension. Fourth coming soon. (hopefully) Enjoy.
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16 years ago

Hacy_Huddy Era - At Princeton-Plainsbro
Hacy - Last two years
The inseparable had become separable after House took the job at Princeton-Plainsbro. House's attention had been mais on work now, than on Stacy.
Although his job hadn't changed, still occupied...
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posted by HugeEgoSorry
After the victory party, the construction of the new Oncology Ward was immediately started. Cuddy was hands on almost 24/7 and her visitation days for House were sometimes affected. He understood completely and never did she remember hearing him complain about that but what took him off the edge was the idea of Wilson being around her mais often than his.
Cuddy: Lisa…
She answered her phone one morning while she was in the elevator on the way down to her office. The moment she heard the voice of the person from the other line, she drew a smile on her lips that made the people she walked through...
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posted by HugeEgoSorry
That same night, House heavily opened Pitt’s office door. He burst in his loud but in a calm voice upon entering that made his doctor look blankly at him.
House: You idiot, you told her!
Pitt: She told you I told her?
House rolled his eyes.
House: Would I be here if not?
House took the assento across his doctor as Pitt looked at him after placing a paper in front of him.
House: What’s this?
House took the paper while Pitt leaned on his chair.
Pitt: Rehab and therapy schedules. I’ve changed a few things. I figured that it would be better if you knew.
House read on and looked at his doctor after.
Pitt:...
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posted by iluvhousemd
Just a short fanfic about Stacy returning to the hospital.


A segundo Chance


A dia like any other. Not much happening in the hospital. I had just solved another case, and was now in the process of avoiding my clinic hours por cleverly hiding in the last place Cuddy would ever look for me… the clinic. As it approached five o’clock I got ready to go início for the day. As I limped out of the hospital I saw the one person I never thought I would see again. The woman who broke my heart, Stacey. I just stood there a moment staring. I finally walked up to her. She said softly and almost shyly, “Hi,...
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Credits:MsHousefan
video
house md
season 6
broken
episode
re-exmined
posted by Irene3691
In his home, House phones Wilson and they start preparing everything. Wilson starts phoning some workmates and so does House. After that he goes to her início and knocks the door. She opens it. ‘I think I should give you this back...’ He comes in and Lisa gives him the key.
‘Thanks...’ He puts it in his pocket. ‘What are you cooking? It smells delicious!!’
‘Some cuscuz and mixed vegetables, but if you want I can cook a bife for you.’
‘No, it will be fine... it smells really tasty!!’
‘Thank you.’ She smiles at him. ‘Can you set the table?’
‘Yep...’ He leaves his coat...
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posted by Huddyaddict12
Smile (A Huddy Poem)

Here I am,
So close, but so far from you.
In the cold I am standing,
Outside your stone brick mural
I cannot break through.

So I just stand there foolishly,
Peering through your window.
Loosing myself in your deep blue eyes,
My eyes fixed on your broken smile,
You are simply all I desire.

The pain inside floods me,
I am drowning in my misery.
But when I see your face, it all seems to fade,
And when I taste your red lips,
My coração skips a beat
As the rest of me goes numb.

The amor I feel for you is real
But so are fears of hurting you.
So all emotions are pushed aside,
Right seguinte to all the tears I’ve cried.

In this life of wrong I live,
You remain the one thing I got right,
The only one I let inside.
Now heartache and hate has filled its place,
And I never want your smile
To fall from your face.

*Inspired por the episode The Itch*
posted by rosehustle1
House sat in the darkness of his bedroom thinking over the turn of events that had recently occurred within his life. Cameron had left. Cuddy was with Lucas. He didn't know how to feel anymore. After all the positive strides he had made he still was no closer to having a different life. As he pondered his situation he looked around his bedroom and took in the pictures of Wilson and Amber gleefully smiling. He enjoyed being roommates with his best bud, but he knew it was time to go home...no matter how nervous he was about falling back in to his old patterns.
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posted by livethislifeup
With half the jug of bourbon gone, a child fast asleep on the couch, and Cuddy sitting on the floor, this morning had lapsed into a lazy silence between them. The storm was worsening as the dark clouds gathered together.
With the hospital machines on back up generators, trying to keep the patients in stable conditions no matter what they had, things were going roughly well. The only problem at the moment was evacuating everyone to lower parts of the building. With all the patients in stairwells, some labs in the basement, lower level bathrooms and just the windowless rooms, nearly everyone had...
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posted by huddy_aimee
A/N ok im in a good head o espaço at the moment so here's part 19...listening to 'dear my friend' por miyavi and 'dead school screaming' por alice nine does some good things to your head...read review and rate...if you did look at my fanart i hope you liked it...its not the best work i've done...oh...umm the reason why their names keep changing from greg and lisa to cuddy and house is coz of the way the characters are feeling..so when they're at work its automatically last names and when its really fluffy it becomes first names....






The phone rang seguinte to Greg's head on the bedside table. He mumbled...
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posted by huddy_aimee
umm here's part 15...its really quick so i doubt its any good...read, review and rate like always!!


They returned to the yacht and settled in for manteiga chicken infront of a DVD. Greg got a glass of wine for Lisa and got a glass of scotch for himself before sunggling up on the sofá together.
"You know," Lisa started.
"Hmm," Greg replied.
"I've enjoyed this trip,"
"Me too," he said with a smirk stretched across his face.
"What?! You enjoyed it only for the sex?"
"And you didn't?"
"No, the sex was good, GREAT even, but I also enjoyed it because we bonded in a way in which we haven't for nearly 20 years...
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posted by huddysmacked
So guys sorry I was in exams (I still am but they’re getting easier) and well today I was absent to school so I thought I would write the seguinte chap. I hope you like it and leave a review they always make me smile =) Reviews are love! I have to admit this isn’t the best chap but well when the S person is here it’s gonna be mais interesting since Cuddy will be jealous…

“Wilson this is the psych. The psych this is Wilson” Wilson stared up and down House as he pointed him with his cane. The Psych stood in the door, leitura the thoughts coming from Wilson and from House. She could see...
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posted by Irene3691
seguinte morning she wakes up early, has her chuveiro and breakfast and sends a message to Lucas to go to have jantar with him tonight. She waits until House gets to her home. He is there on time and when Cuddy goes out, he gives her the helmet. ‘Hey...’
‘Thanks for coming...’ Says Lisa.
‘It's nothing...’
About twenty minutos later they get to the hospital. ‘Thanks again.’ Says her giving him the helmet. He nods.
‘You want me to take you later to my home? I mean... so you can call someone to fix your car...’
‘If it's not too much trouble...’
‘It's okay... come to my office when...
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posted by somuchfordepth
Hi,

This isn't that interesting really, it just made me smile today.

I'm a fã of 13. mais on that later though.

I work in the security industry (malware, viruses, all that jazz).

I bet you're all familiar with spam emails, right?

Now we have this 'saying' in the industry that you ain't someone just yet until you're used for spam.

What's funny is that OW made her spam debut earlier this year: link

see Figure 2. LOL.

I've been thinking of sharing this to her through Twitter, but since she's not following me *sob* i can't send it as a direct message. I can't just address it to her cause then all my other followers (officemates mostly) will know that I am happy about spam, which is not so good in my line for work. :p

So there. I hope I didn't bore anyone with this. I know most of you are younger than me and not really interested with work stuff, but it was just too fun to not share, at least for me. :)
Here's the last part to the mini series... :) ENJOY!!!

I returned to work after a week of início recovery, as did House. BUt his week off was spent at my house looking after me. I didn't want to use my office, for fear of the memories that would bubble up, so I asked Wilson if I could use his, he said no because he had mountains of work, I asked House, who, unlike Wilson, had said yes!
Over 4 weeks House and my relationship escalated. He had offered to take me out as soon as my casts had come of.
'SHIT! THAT'S TONIGHT!' I thought to myself.
I was extatic, but, I needed a dress and I looked a...
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