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Preface - Present

House
I believe in hallucinations.
I believe in delusions.
I believe in vivid dreams.

I don't accept a greater power.
I don't accept the afterlife.
And I don't accept heaven and hell.

But this was--none of the aforementioned.
Witnesses have called me crazy, believing and claiming that I was far past insanity. Some thought it was best for me to return back to the asylum--

I don't think I'm crazy. I'm insane--in a reckless and juvenile way. But I'm not crazy.
It's nothing I can explain. Only something I can show you. Picture in your mind. Help me out with this--

The only conclusion I've...

Cuddy got up and walked to the restroom.
"Who is that." House mumbled under his breath.
Without thinking House accidentally spilled his water. Cuddy walks back from the restroom. Everyone is staring at House. The person to the left of them looks up.
"STACY?"
"CUDDY?" They say in sequence.
"Yeah I'm fine thanks for asking." Cuddy and Stacy are still staring at each other. Cuddy looks down.
"well i could have helped u to the restroom if you just asked." She laughs a little then continues staring at Stacy. House dries himself off then looks up at Stacy.
"what are u doing here."
"what do u mean me doing...

A/N: So this crazy idea came over with all the seasons’ finale and my need to appear in House LOL. It has a Mary Sue because it’s needed but it won’t focus in her or I don’t know if you have any ideas whom I might use from the series write it down… So basically it will focus in House and in his relationships but mais in Huddy as always. And I post it over Fanfiction. net too.

Disclaimer: I just soooo wish I could own House to make this story real LOL. But I don’t and well if any song appears I don’t own it either…So ramble is over, let’s get reading…

“We need a crash cart!”...

Since I just started revising Part 1 I am going to post it por scenes. As always please comment.

Part I
Six Weeks Later
The Beginning of the End

The incessant beeping of the alarm clock signified that it was five thirty in the morning. It couldn’t have come soon enough. Another night had come and past, another battle she had survived. Now another battle began, getting through the day. And so her new morning routine began. For ten minutos she lied in cama breathing shallowly trying to stave off the nausea. Once it had become tolerable she stood up slowly and made her way to the bathroom. Part...