starting a new fic peoples…its called two’s company threes a crowd…umm, it came to me after leitura two similar stories…im trying not to make them exactly like the others, so sorry if it seems I am stealing your idea…yeah…so here’s chapter one…read and review (those on fp, please rate!)
a thanks is going out to author Iane Casey for being my beta reader for this!!! THANK YOU!!!!!
**huddyaimee**
Two's Company - Three's a Crowd
-Chapter 1-
House sat in his office chair not really doing anything other than staring into o espaço with his feet propped up on his desk. He had recently solved the case of a man who had, had a tumor behind his eye; it was an easy and uninteresting case until the man had complications after surgery. But all had been done to add mais years to the man’s life, and now he was told he would be discharged in a few days.
Now, the matter of clinic duty was bugging House. He only had two mais hours to do for the rest of the week but he was refusing to do it. He knew that within minutos his boss would march down the corridor in her tight camisa and saia combo, sporting her hospital renowned cleavage that caught every man’s undivided attention; she would then storm into his office and have a big rant about how he had to do clinic ‘or else.’ House would then [hope like hell that her rant lasted for two hours so he couldn’t do his clinic duty] hobble down to the clinic and sit in an exam room doing nothing.
As if leitura his mind, right on schedule, Lisa Cuddy came marching down the nearly deserted corridor with a look of determination and frustration masking her face. His door was flung inward on its hinges as she stood in front of his escrivaninha, mesa with her hands on her hips. House removed his feet from the escrivaninha, mesa and pulled himself closer to it as if he were interested in what she had to say.
“Ah, doctor Cuddy. What brings you to my office today?”
“Clinic – now,” she replied firmly.
House put a hand to his chest as if he were genuinely offended, “Why, that’s no way to talk to an employee. What happened to manners?”
Cuddy glared at him before rolling her eyes. She shifted her weight on her left foot and sighed, “Doctor House, would you be as kind as to go down to the clinic and do your remaining hours?”
“Now that you mention it, I actually have better things to be doing.”
“House –“but she was cut off por her phone vibrating violently. She looked embarrassed as House watched her put her hand down her camisa to retrieve the phone; he was highly amused.
“Shut up,” she hissed before answering the phone, “Lisa Cuddy,” there was a long pause, “Why are you here? You know you can’t be!”
She looked at House who was interested and highly curious. Cuddy left the office and headed down the corridor for the elevator. House followed her.
“What happened?!” Cuddy nearly shrieked before another pause. “Okay, I’ll be right there. amor you – bye.”
House quickly darted behind a small plant, pretending to hide from Cuddy as she turned her head to look at him.
“Clinic,” she told him firmly.
“No lecture?”
“Now, House!” Cuddy told him, mais than frustrated now.
“But mooomm!” House whined.
“No buts; get down there now!”
“Aww.”
**huddyaimee**
Cuddy had driven início as fast as she could and when she got there, she saw the teenaged girl sitting on the porch steps with a sports bag. Cuddy jumped out of the car quickly.
“Hey,” Cuddy greeted, “We better get in quick. I guarantee you he followed me.”
“Why can’t you just tell him?” the girl asked as Cuddy unlocked the front door.
“He can barely take responsibility for himself, let alone you,” Cuddy said, ushering the girl in and closing the door behind them. Her ears picked up when she heard the low hums of a motorbike getting closer. “Get upstairs, now!” Cuddy told her.
The girl sprinted up the stairs and went and lay on Cuddy’s bed, leitura a teen magazine. She could tell the motorbike was right out side as the engine cut off.
A knock on the door startled Cuddy, who quickly composed herself. She opened the door to see, none other than, House.
“I thought I told you to go and do your clinic duty?” Cuddy told him, mais than irritated that he had to satisfy his curiosity.
“Something’s up and I want to know what,” he said, completely ignoring Cuddy.
“You don’t need to know everything,” Cuddy told him.
“When it involves you, Jimmy and the ducklings, yeah I do,” House told her.
“Go back –“but she was cut off when the thump of a bag upstairs got both her and House’s attention.
House smirked before making noises that would resemble leaving. When he shut the door he heard someone call out, “Mom, can I come down now!?”
Cuddy slapped her hand to her forehead, not daring to look at House’s reaction.
“Mom?” he asked.
**huddyaimee**
After a minuto of brutal pain, House was at the topo, início of the staircase and he immediately made a bee-line for Cuddy’s room. He stood in the door way, mouth open wide. On the cama lay the girl of around 15 or 16 who was the spitting image of Cuddy except for the eyes. They were not a grey like her mother’s, but a bright blue who House could only guess where her fathers.
The girl looked up, “Hi, I’m Kirstin, who are you?”
“I’m Greg House,” House answered almost politely.
Kirstin rolled from her stomach and onto her back and squealed with excitement.
“Are you – okay?” House asked her.
She sighed, coming down from her high, “Mom – is this him?”
Cuddy looked at her daughter from behind House in the door way. Cuddy nodded and House looked slightly confused. Kirstin saw this look and raised herself from the cama and went and embraced House.
“You’re my dad,” she said into his chest.
House looked down at the dark haired girl hugging him, “I-I-I’m w-hhh-at?” he stuttered in absolute shock and confusion.
“You’re my dad,” Kirstin repeated.
House spun his head to look at Cuddy, his eyes telling her to talk.
“I can explain.”
“I’m sure you can.”
**huddyaimee**
please tell me what you think…I have two mais chappies that just need to be typed up…
xxx
a thanks is going out to author Iane Casey for being my beta reader for this!!! THANK YOU!!!!!
**huddyaimee**
Two's Company - Three's a Crowd
-Chapter 1-
House sat in his office chair not really doing anything other than staring into o espaço with his feet propped up on his desk. He had recently solved the case of a man who had, had a tumor behind his eye; it was an easy and uninteresting case until the man had complications after surgery. But all had been done to add mais years to the man’s life, and now he was told he would be discharged in a few days.
Now, the matter of clinic duty was bugging House. He only had two mais hours to do for the rest of the week but he was refusing to do it. He knew that within minutos his boss would march down the corridor in her tight camisa and saia combo, sporting her hospital renowned cleavage that caught every man’s undivided attention; she would then storm into his office and have a big rant about how he had to do clinic ‘or else.’ House would then [hope like hell that her rant lasted for two hours so he couldn’t do his clinic duty] hobble down to the clinic and sit in an exam room doing nothing.
As if leitura his mind, right on schedule, Lisa Cuddy came marching down the nearly deserted corridor with a look of determination and frustration masking her face. His door was flung inward on its hinges as she stood in front of his escrivaninha, mesa with her hands on her hips. House removed his feet from the escrivaninha, mesa and pulled himself closer to it as if he were interested in what she had to say.
“Ah, doctor Cuddy. What brings you to my office today?”
“Clinic – now,” she replied firmly.
House put a hand to his chest as if he were genuinely offended, “Why, that’s no way to talk to an employee. What happened to manners?”
Cuddy glared at him before rolling her eyes. She shifted her weight on her left foot and sighed, “Doctor House, would you be as kind as to go down to the clinic and do your remaining hours?”
“Now that you mention it, I actually have better things to be doing.”
“House –“but she was cut off por her phone vibrating violently. She looked embarrassed as House watched her put her hand down her camisa to retrieve the phone; he was highly amused.
“Shut up,” she hissed before answering the phone, “Lisa Cuddy,” there was a long pause, “Why are you here? You know you can’t be!”
She looked at House who was interested and highly curious. Cuddy left the office and headed down the corridor for the elevator. House followed her.
“What happened?!” Cuddy nearly shrieked before another pause. “Okay, I’ll be right there. amor you – bye.”
House quickly darted behind a small plant, pretending to hide from Cuddy as she turned her head to look at him.
“Clinic,” she told him firmly.
“No lecture?”
“Now, House!” Cuddy told him, mais than frustrated now.
“But mooomm!” House whined.
“No buts; get down there now!”
“Aww.”
**huddyaimee**
Cuddy had driven início as fast as she could and when she got there, she saw the teenaged girl sitting on the porch steps with a sports bag. Cuddy jumped out of the car quickly.
“Hey,” Cuddy greeted, “We better get in quick. I guarantee you he followed me.”
“Why can’t you just tell him?” the girl asked as Cuddy unlocked the front door.
“He can barely take responsibility for himself, let alone you,” Cuddy said, ushering the girl in and closing the door behind them. Her ears picked up when she heard the low hums of a motorbike getting closer. “Get upstairs, now!” Cuddy told her.
The girl sprinted up the stairs and went and lay on Cuddy’s bed, leitura a teen magazine. She could tell the motorbike was right out side as the engine cut off.
A knock on the door startled Cuddy, who quickly composed herself. She opened the door to see, none other than, House.
“I thought I told you to go and do your clinic duty?” Cuddy told him, mais than irritated that he had to satisfy his curiosity.
“Something’s up and I want to know what,” he said, completely ignoring Cuddy.
“You don’t need to know everything,” Cuddy told him.
“When it involves you, Jimmy and the ducklings, yeah I do,” House told her.
“Go back –“but she was cut off when the thump of a bag upstairs got both her and House’s attention.
House smirked before making noises that would resemble leaving. When he shut the door he heard someone call out, “Mom, can I come down now!?”
Cuddy slapped her hand to her forehead, not daring to look at House’s reaction.
“Mom?” he asked.
**huddyaimee**
After a minuto of brutal pain, House was at the topo, início of the staircase and he immediately made a bee-line for Cuddy’s room. He stood in the door way, mouth open wide. On the cama lay the girl of around 15 or 16 who was the spitting image of Cuddy except for the eyes. They were not a grey like her mother’s, but a bright blue who House could only guess where her fathers.
The girl looked up, “Hi, I’m Kirstin, who are you?”
“I’m Greg House,” House answered almost politely.
Kirstin rolled from her stomach and onto her back and squealed with excitement.
“Are you – okay?” House asked her.
She sighed, coming down from her high, “Mom – is this him?”
Cuddy looked at her daughter from behind House in the door way. Cuddy nodded and House looked slightly confused. Kirstin saw this look and raised herself from the cama and went and embraced House.
“You’re my dad,” she said into his chest.
House looked down at the dark haired girl hugging him, “I-I-I’m w-hhh-at?” he stuttered in absolute shock and confusion.
“You’re my dad,” Kirstin repeated.
House spun his head to look at Cuddy, his eyes telling her to talk.
“I can explain.”
“I’m sure you can.”
**huddyaimee**
please tell me what you think…I have two mais chappies that just need to be typed up…
xxx
