It was almost midnight on a busy dia in PPTH and House was alone in his office trying to decipher the clues, which can lead to a diagnosis.

Wilson was with Cuddy in her office.

Wilson: You look stressed.

Cuddy: Wouldn’t you be? With a kid to look after and Rachel.

(Wilson smirked, and Cuddy smiled gently.)

Wilson: You need help-

Cuddy: I did get help but—

Wilson: How could you think that choosing Cameron would be such a good idea?

Cuddy: I guess I didn’t.

(Cuddy looked wishfully at her computer screen at a picture of Rachel.)

Cuddy: Give me some clue as to what to do next.

Wilson: You need to let...

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I'm loving the fact that you're enjoying this fiction! Nothing makes me prouder =)
Anyway, I sort of have bad news. This is chapter 13, but chapter 14 is the last one, so I thought I'd warn you beforehand that this fiction is close to its end ^^ Ok? Two mais chappies to go =p

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Chapter 13 - "The Issues"

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“Well, if I remember correctly, we were about to go to your bedroom to do grown-up stuff.” – House said.

Then he remembered what the real pergunta was. He didn’t really care about...

Somehow I am very inspired today XD. Actually I have a bunch of stuff to do that has nothing to do with House, Huddy or Cuddy. (Physics and history *coughs*) Nevertheless I wrote this oneshot and I hope you like it. It is set after Joy.

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The room was filled with silence.
Except of the brawl of the water that was coming out of the chuveiro head and the silent, halting sobbing seguinte to it. And there on the floor was a squatted figure who had wrapped its arms around its knees and was rocking back and forth in a slow rhythm.

The figure lifted its...

"Why are you here?" House asks as he opens his front door wider.
"I'll tell you if you let me in." Cuddy says as she unwraps her scarf.
"Fine." He says as he limps to the kitchen.
Cuddy enters the apartment and locks the door behind her. She follows him into the kitchen.
House drinks a glass of bourbon while he leans against the refrigerator. He watches Cuddy unbutton her casaco and throw it on topo, início of the counter.
"Your birthday is in a week." She says as she walks to stand in front of him.
He remains silent.
"You should use some of those vacation days and have a week to yourself."
"You could've...

"Drive safe. Goodnight!" Cuddy yelled as her family and friends left for their cars.
Feeling the soft chill of night air on her exposed arms, Cuddy quickly went back inside her home.
She saw all the empty glasses and plates left on the mesa, tabela and various presents scattered around her fogo place.It was a lot to clean up, but she decided to wait until the morning. It would be saturday afterall, and she'd be up early with Rachel.
Cuddy smiled at the thought of her little girl. The baby naming ceremony had been fun. Her parents were surprisingly civil to one another, her sister was less judgmental...

"You smashed my new toilet with your cane!" Cuddy yelled as she neared House.
"Well, you decided to take over my office so I decided to take carte blanche over yours. You don't really need your own bathroom anyway," he said as he propped his feet on his desk.
"That's not for you to decide. Anyway, I haven't destroyed any of your property. You're completely out of control!"
"No, you're out of control and this is your way of getting your power back," he said as he finally stood up in front of her.
"You're wrong."
"Ever since that kiss you have tried to assert your administrative hand. You don't...

It was four in the morning and House was still unable to sleep. The current case seemed unsolvable, and his mood changes were becoming mais erratic. Letting out a much needed sigh, House got out of cama and headed to the kitchen.
He knew looking in the fridge would be futile considering all he had was some cottage cheese and a case of beer. Hunger wasn't really the problem anyhow. The problem was that he needed mais than another solitary night of sleeplessness and chronic pain. His pain days were getting worse and he knew most of that had to do with the rapid changes to his personal life.
Cuddy...

Cuddy walked into her office ready to start the morning. She set her stuff down and sat at her desk. She rumaged around for some papers and stumbled over a red box with a bow on it. She thaught it was weird seeing as she usually doesn’t get anything for Easter. She untied the bow and carefully opened the box. In it lay a little card that she would read at the end. She lifted the card up and set it aside so she could look at the present. There lay a little pair of red edible underwear under the gift embrulho, envoltório paper. She was serious at first and tried to be mad but then she smiled. She picked up...