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posted by cheery_blossom
This one I worked very hard on. One shot. The título and some of the lines are lyrics por Jason Robert Brown. enjoy!
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PROLOGUE:

I feel pressure on my cheek where she stroked it. I check my bottle.

There’s the ring


"And I could never rescue you"

this she whispers.

"Goodbye"

she gently kisses my forehead and strokes my hair

Goodbye, my love.


* * *

How did we get here?


When we fought

When I threw the vase, out of anger, out of love. Out of pain.

When I yelled. She yelled.

When she told me get out, this is the final straw. She just couldn't take it anymore.

When I drove away...

When I OD'd, the vicodin finally did what it had been threatening to do since dia one...

Yeah. That’s how.
* * *

Anyone who knew me, even those who didn't, knew my views on God, the afterlife. I never believed anything happened after death. Just blackness, I always said. Nothingness. Well that’s just one mais thing I've found I was wrong about.

When you die, you are lifted up, up farther than you could ever fathom was possible.

With every pill I took, I could feel myself sliding away from my body. It was like my personality and soul were fighting their very hardest finally to escape the burden of life on earth.

I closed my eyes and allowed myself be lifted.

"I’m done." I thought

"I'm done fighting"


* * *

Now I sit, on a chair I can't quite see, in a world I can't quite make out, surrounded por forces I can't quite explain.

Seven days ago, when I was still alive, this would have drove me crazy. A constant itch, a burning desire to get to the bottom of things and understand every detail.

But not anymore. I'm beginning to realize that sometimes its OK not to understand everything.

This "heaven", this world, realm, whatever you call it, was nothing but wispy white clouds and blinding sun. There was no God, no dead celebrities, none of my ancestors. No one.

Not even my dad.

I'm alone, yet I don't feel lonely. My leg doesn't hurt.

I'm wearing the same clothes I was wearing when I died. In my pocket, I discover my empty vicodin bottle.


In the center of this wispy white domain, there is an elegant weeping willow tree. Surrounding this árvore is a crop of soft grass, almost as wispy as the nuvem itself. seguinte to the árvore is a rosebush, adorned with marvelously scarlet blooms.

seguinte to the rosebush, there is a small opening, a window, about the size of a microwave oven. If one were to look through the opening, they would see a glittering, birds-eye view of the planet earth.

Under this árvore is where I sit.

Under this árvore is where I watch my own funeral.

***

It's strange, my funeral. It seems as though everyone in the hospital had turned out for the occasion.

I see my old team, my new colleagues.


Foreman and 13 are standing together, looking at the floor. He reaches for her hand, she sniffles.

She twitches. Sniffles harder. The Huntington’s was finally taking its toll on her, just like they had all pretended it wouldn't for so long. Foreman drapes his arm around her shaking shoulders.

Chase sits alone, at a tiny mesa, tabela in the corner. Cameron does the same, on the other side of the room.

Taub and his wife sit and talk in hushed tones.

Wilson stands at the foot of the open casket, with his eyes closed.

I know what he's doing. He's trying to block everything out. No wonder, he lost his girlfriend, his best friend. How could I do this to him?

Lisa enters.

She looks pale as a ghost. Paler than the body in the casket. She twists and turns the gold ring on her thin finger.

She's stunning, pale as she is. Her ebony hair is free flowing and loose, the way he always said loved it. She stands out from the mourning crowd in a dress of scarlet, of purest silk.

His favorito color.

I blink and sigh.

"You look beautiful, my love."
She can't hear. No one can.

"I miss you"


She holds her head high, in an attitude of bravery and strength.
Her hollow eyes tell a very different story.

She is surrounded por tears. But she does not cry. No tears would come.

She's sure her beating coração will burst through her chest and tear her dress to pieces. Her steps are shaky, her fingers trembling.

"Someone, please help her. Comfort her"

Wilson. Cameron. Anyone.


The entrance is at the opposite side of the room of the casket. Lisa is about halfway there when she is intercepted por Blythe House.

Blythe is standing in a defensive position, angled away from Lisa. Why does she feel as though this has become some kind of confrontation?

"You" whispers Blythe. She looks relatively calm. Lisa lets her shoulders relax a little.

"You were Gregory's..girlfriend, when it...happened?"

Lisa nods.

Blythe is silent for a moment.

"How could you not see this coming?"

What?

"How could you just let this happen? You were supposed to be there for him. You let him down, you let me down." She is hissing like a snake, her eyes are slits.

Lisa is speechless. Her cereja mouth is open in shock.

Wilson is watching out of the corner of his eye.

"My husband is dead. My son is dead. I can barely afford to keep my house, let alone support myself and pay for all this" She gestured around the room."

Blythe steps closer to Lisa. Lisa doesn't move.

"You're young. Your accomplished. You have a little girl, don't you?"

Lisa nods slowly. Rachel is with her grandmother tonight.

"I have nothing. It's all been taken from me. You still have so much in your life. Don't feel any shame? Guilt?"

"That’s enough"

Wilson cuts in to their conversation. They realize they had quite forgotten all of their surroundings.

Thank you, Wilson.

"It's not your fault, Lisa. It's no one except my own. I'm the one whose ashamed"


Lisa hasn't shed a tear since she heard of his death days ago. Maybe she's in denial, maybe she's in shock.


Wilson wraps her arms around her and plants a kiss on her head.

And finally, the tears come.

***

Watching them there, crying together, I feel mais detached than ever.

The wake service is over. Lisa never got a chance to approach the casket. Maybe she never even wanted to.

I thought I could handle this. That just watching would be enough.

Another thing wrong.

This was hard. Harder than anything I conquered in life.

I missed the smell of her hair, the smooth feeling of her skin. I missed her insecurities, her strengths. I missed the way her eyes sparkled in the sun. I wanted to feel her seguinte to me, in my arms. I was resigned to gazing upon her like a glittering work of art in a museum, there for eternity to be appreciated from afar.

I wonder if she misses me. The way I miss her.

I wonder if, like me, she wishes there were a way to relive the last five years we spent together as one. We had a future, a future set in stone. Now all she had were memories.

And memories fade.

One day, she may get over me. Or at least find a way to mover on.
I hope she does.

But not me. Never me. I could never mover on. Not here, alone in this room.

All I can do watch.


***

Lisa slowly makes her way back into the darkened, empty room. The only light is the moonlight filtering through the windows.

Hello, my love.

This is her last chance to say goodbye, once and for all.

She tries to forget the encounter earlier in the evening. She tries to forget everything.

There he is, lying there in his leather jacket. His violão, guitarra is seguinte to him, the one he's had since the eighth grade. His cane is there, scratched and dented.

Lisa smiles to herself, reveling in his glory.


A white flash catches he eye. She picks up and envelope lying facedown on his guitar.

"To House.
Love,
Chase, Cameron, 13, Foreman, and Taub."

It appears to be a letter, written por all of them.

I can't wait to read it...

She smiled gently.

"You had a good life"

His face was peaceful, eyelids closed over his ice-blue eyes.

"You had people that loved you. As much as you denied it, you had friends that cared about you. You saved lives.."

Solved puzzles.

She sniffled, a single tear rolled down her cheek.

Dont't you cry.

"You were blind. To everything you had..."

Tears are rolling down her cheeks

"But so was I. I never saw...how far the crack had opened. I never saw you had run out of rope..."

No.
It was never your fault.

I said I was the most screwed up person in the world.

And you stayed.


Tears keep falling. With a trembling hand she places a translucent laranja pill bottle in his folded hands. Inside the bottle is hr golden ring.

She takes a shaking breath. "I could never rescue you."

All you ever wanted...

"No matter how I tried...all I could do was amor you."

She sniffs. Another tear

"God, I loved you so.."

She strokes his cheek again and again. Tears are falling on his face and neck.

I feel pressure on my cheek where she stroked it. I check my bottle.

There’s the ring


"But I could never rescue you"

this she whispers.

"Goodbye"

she gently kisses my forehead and strokes my hair

Goodbye, my love.
posted by Fabouluz
Cuddy woke-up in an unfamiliar setting; it took her a couple of segundos to realise that it was House’s cama she had slept in.

Looking to her right, she expected to see House’s smug face laying on the travesseiro seguinte to her, but she was alone.

House was already up, in his bathroom, getting ready. Looking into the mirror, he smiled like a man in love. It wasn’t until he noticed his Vicodin bottle on the side of the sink that his smile turned to a mais serious look. Like a ghost from his past, the Vicodin represented everything he had become. It was hard to find his true self under the addicted...
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"So, will there be a repeat performance of what we did this morning?" House said as he entered Lisa Cuddy's office. Cuddy looked up from her computer screen.
"House, I'm busy. You have clinic." She replied tersely.
House sat down in the chair across from her desk.
"No. I have an appointment with a certain Dean of Medicine, on topo, início of this desk, for about an hour." He said with a mock look at his wristwatch.
Cuddy let out an exasperated breath.
"This isn't the time or the place..."
"To screw each other's brains out? Okay. Your place or mine?" He said as he rested his chin on topo, início of his cane.
"Look,...
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 House and Cuddy amor thier ship as well
House and Cuddy love thier ship as well
When I normally watch TV shows, I’m pretty neutral. I tend to just watch the show to watch the show, and most of the time have no strong preferences in shipping, to give you an example for Bones, though I adore the interactions between Booth and Brennan, I really don’t care whether they get together or not (in fact I may be one of the few people who fears it). But I can’t help to have noticed, as I’m sure many of you have also noticed about yourself, that I have grown severely attached to this relationship so much so that I was reduced to a blubbering fangirl once THE promo for “Under...
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posted by huddy_aimee
I arrived to work -early- as usual, signed in, said hi to Brenda and made my way to my office. I got in, locked the door, sat down at my escrivaninha, mesa and whipped out my personal journal and wrote down my dream. This was the 5th one in 2 weeks and they were becoming mais and mais frequent. Maybe my dreams were signalling my underlying feelings for him. Sure I admire him as a working man, then again there is his good looking body...DAMNIT! There I go again; letting my mind wander over the man I wanted to tell I amor him. As I weighed up the pro's and con's of him in my mind, the door to my office swung...
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So yeah! I am really bore so I decide to recollect the reasons why we amor Huddy, based on the 1000 reasons why we amor Huddy thread so here it is. I will divide them por 100s.
1.    Because the sexual tension is undeniable.
2.    Because it’s October/October.
3.    Because she saved his life.
4.    Because even though they fight all the time you can tell they have deep currents of affection for one another.
5.    Because, even if it's hard to believe, he listens to her.
6.    Because...
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"Where the hell is he?"
Cuddy had barged into Wilson's office. She hadn't seen House at his clinic duty so she decided to ask Wilson what plan he was pulling.
"Here?"
"He owes me clinic and I haven't seen him."
"You really expect to?"
"He said himself--"
"Just because he said it doesn't mean he meant it."
"So he's avoiding me?"
"I would too." Wilson looked back down and began working again, despite the fact that Cuddy was still venting. Then Cameron walked in, along with Chase and Foreman.
"Where's House?" Foreman asked.
"He has a patient due in OR. I need a patient to operate on, and the doctor who...
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What could've happened...What could've been said...What could've been done...What we all dream...In the eyes of a Huddy fanatic....
(Starting from original sequence. Extended at certain point)

House was sitting on the bus, all the way in the back. He was just sitting there when Cuddy appeared.
"Didn't know you road the bus."
"I used to drive início after getting drunk, but some mothers got mad-d."
He paused for a second, remembering.
"Wait a second. What are you dong here? You weren't on the bus with me."
"Then I guess this isn't a memory. It's a fantasy." She got up from her assento and stood in front...
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posted by Hughlaurie4ever
House is in the Exam room and he has been in there for about 2 hours now. He is watching some kind of soap opera. When Cuddy walks in and locks the door.

" House?" Cuddy says as she locks the door and closes the blinds.

" My my cuddy! You frisky today? I know i am irresistable but i am busy right now!You know porn doesn't download itself!"

" Maybe I want to thank you for all your hard work in the hospital..." She said as she started pulling at the buttons on his shirt.

" Well Cuddles I..." He was quieted por Cuddy's mouth covering his in a loving but hungry kiss.

As they broke apart Cuddy pushed...
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Sorry guys. I can't contunue composição literária this as I have gotten bored composição literária this... :( Don't get pissed at me but I can tell you how it ends.

I was thinking of having a nice but simple wedding between the two, but just as they've said i do, i was thinking of cuddy going into labour right then and there.

House and cuddy would live with their baby boy (greg jr. much to house's dissapointment) for around 2 years before cuddy was in a fatal car crash.

Sorry guys but i just couldn't write anymore...i will be posting different artigos in this spot tho, so don't worry I haven't abandoned you!!!


XXXX sorry
huddy_aimee
posted by huddy_aimee
The Friday seemed to come so fast for both House and Cuddy, but for both very different reasons. Cuddy looked progressivo, para a frente to the reunion and House didn't want to attend.
House managed to catch up with Cuddy before they finished work.

"Hey," he started "I'm still picking you up at 6:30?"
"Yes," she replied as Wilson walked into the room.
"Ooo, a little bit of romance is there?" he asked
"If you are asking if House and I have slept together, then yes,"
"No? Where's House taking you tonight?"
"Well..." Cuddy started
"I've been roped into taking her to a universidade reunion" House sighed
"It's not that bad,...
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posted by huddy_aimee
A couple of weeks after House and Cuddy confessed their amor for each other a two letters came addressed to each of them. The stamp on the back identified them as coming from the universidade of Michigan.

House and Cuddy met over lunch to discuss their letters.

"Forget it, Cuddy," House started, "I'm not going to go to some reunion"
"Why not?" she asked back, "I'll let you take me,"
"Well there's no surprise is there, if I was going I most definitely would have asked you to come with me,"
"Why pass up the opportunity?"
"What opportunity?"
"Well, the invite claims it's formal dress, and I know how you...
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posted by huddy_aimee
"No," House replied as he barged into her home, "You stare at a fotografia of us for half an hour, and when I come and apologise for my behaviour you threaten to call the cops...what's wrong, Cuddy?"
Cuddy had now fallen against House, "You are what's wrong," she sobbed, Cuddy had become rather emotional, "I keep falling for you when you clearly don't want me..."
House lifted her chin and made her stare into his brilliant blue eyes, "I am such an ass, just accept my apology and we'll be done with it, okay?"
"No we won't because I'll keep falling for yo..."

House couldn't bare to see her in this mess,...
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posted by huddyforever
Cuddy had gotten the 2 body-guards up and walking and they guarded Wilson like a hawk. House had put Wilson in a chemically induced coma. He would wake Wilson up in 4 days, this way House could make arrangements for Wilson to be helped and where he could stay because the hospital wouldn’t let a perfectly healthy man with a drug problem stay there forever. “What are you going to do about Wilson?” Cuddy asked. House had been laying on an empty hospital cama in the room right seguinte Wilson’s. House sighed. “ I don’t know.” Cuddy sat on the edge of the bed. House looked at her and smiled....
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posted by zubeerfaan
this is my first fanfic ever and this is just somethink i created on my way início from school so...
yeah and sorry for my spelling i am from sweden

it was 10:30 in the PPTH and Cuddy was on her way to talk to House. last night they have kissed after she had lost Joy and Cuddy was going to tell House it as just because she was emoitional because of Joy but she knew that wasnt true deep inside she really really liked him she almost loved him but she wasnt sure he liked her back so.. and she was really afraid of getting hurt
she was now on her way to see house but then she ran on him in the hallway...
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posted by huddyforever
Once the elevator doors were closed Cuddy looked at House with a glare. "Do you know how pissed off at you I am right now?" She said. "Pissed off? I just ruined my rep for you in front of the whole damn hospital and you are pissed?" House said turning towards her. "Well, I didn't actually think you would do all that. I didn't think you were that crazy." Cuddy said. "You asked me to prove my amor and I did. If you want me to do mais I will. Whatever it takes to make you believe that I amor you I will do it." House said. "I know you will. I'm just pissed at you for making a scene. For ruining...
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posted by huddyforever
House stood there and watched Cuddy go down the stairs. 'Why the hell do I need to prove myself to that women. I just opened up completely and she wants me to prove myself. Oh I'll prove myself. Ill make the message loud and clear.' House thought to himself. House went back to his office to think. He thought for a while and then came up with an idea.
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Cuddy was enjoying the peace and quite while doing her work when House barged into her office. He said nothing and just laid on her sofá and watched her intently. "Can I help you House?" Cuddy asked. "No. I just amor watching you." House said...
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posted by Fabouluz
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It was now 6am. Cuddy was snuggled up seguinte to House who had put his casaco over her; He had managed to put his pants back on and he had to wake Cuddy up so she could get dressed too.

House: Its 6 o’clock. Won’t be long until they start the elevators up again.

(Cuddy hurriedly put her underwear and saia back on before buttoning up her blouse.)

Cuddy: I can’t believe we did that.

(Cuddy sounded disappointed in herself, but at the same time she didn’t say she hated it.)

House: You weren’t that bad.

(House enjoyed watching Cuddy stressed out, while he helped himself up and zipped up his trousers...
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posted by Fabouluz
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Cuddy: House, we still need to talk about it.

House: Fine. You want to talk about it?

(House used his cane to press the emergency stop button.)

Cuddy: House?!

(Cuddy tried to press the button, but House stopped her with his cane.)

House: Lets talk.

--

It was now 1 am, and House was now slumped in the corner with his bad leg stretched out, Cuddy was also sitting down in the opposite corner.

Cuddy: Why do you always make life so difficult?

(Cuddy shook her head before collapsing into her hands.)

House: When have I ever made life easy?

(There was a silence.)

Cuddy: Thank you for the desk.

House: What gave...
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House and Lisa walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. They both got into the cama and pulled the covers over them. They tried to get some sleep, it was around 12:30 in the morning. The problem was, House wouldnt quit hogging the covers.
Lisa-"Quit stealing the covers!"
House just kept sleeping, he was awake but he was just ignoring her.
Lisa-"Are you even awake!?"
She just layed there, trying to sleep, about twenty minutos had passed and she was still awake. She couldnt take the snoring and the hogging of the covers anymore.
Lisa-"HOUSE!?"
Still, he kept snoring, this time he was asleep....
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Once Lisa left the restaraunt and drove back to the university, House went into the resteraunts bathroom to clean himself. House then walked out of the bathroom.
House-"Tom, pay for dinner, I'll pay you back.
Tom-"Ok, but where are you going?" *Tom asked curiously*
House-"I need to go see someone."
*Tom smirked at Rachel*
Tom-"Ok Greg."
House left the restaraunt
Tom-"Hes going to see Lisa, I bet you ten bucks."
Rachel-"Your on."
House got into his car and drove off. About 15 minutos later he arrived at the univserity. His coração started pounding. He went to Lisa's dorm, and knocked on the door. He waited...
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