Ok, so, this basically is set after Kutners death, and basically Cuddy and House hooking up afterwards, but, the hook up won't come until later in the story. Anyways, hope you like it! Enjoy!
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He hated reality, mais than anything else. The realization that his pain would never subside. The realization that his loneliness would never be fully cured. And the fact that the woman he was so madly in amor with, could never be his. These were the realizations he woke up to every morning. But, this morning was different, not only because it was the morning after Kutners death, but, in what little humanity he had in him, there was hope. Of course, he knew his leg would never be healed, but he had hope for the other two. Maybe, he wouldn't have to pay to cure his loneliness anymore, maybe, just maybe, he could get it for free, por the woman he loved. That is where the segundo hope came in, getting her. It had been months since the kiss happened, and yet, he could still taste her on his lips. But, like always, he screwed it up. He never discussed to her how he felt. Too afraid to get hurt again. Too afraid to hurt her. Too afraid to lose their employer-employee relationship. But, on this chilly spring day, everything was going to change, he didn't know it, nor did she.
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The warm air from inside PPTH hit his face, as he walked into the building.
"You're late, like always.." Cuddy spoke as she exited the clinic doors and walked towards him.
"Sorry, hooker last night."
"You owe me clinic hours."
"Got a case."
"I want your bunda in the clinic."
"By defintion of me saying I have a case, that means, I'm too busy to deal with crotch rots and STD's."
"House! Now!"
"I'll get one of my peeps to do it."
"No! You, clinic, now."
He ignored her, and entered the elevator. Before the door could shut, she slid in. House breathed loudly with annoyance. While she stood seguinte to him, with three other people crowded inside.
"Cuddy, I told you, no sex in the elevator! So unprofessional.."
Cuddy looked towards the other staff members in the elevator, now tilting her head down in emberrassment, hiding her rosey red cheeks. Once the other staff had gotten off at there floor, Cuddy broke the silence.
"Wilson told me."
Oh, God, here we go. He thought to himself.
"About what?"
"You thinking you're losing your 'gift'".
"Think I'm suicidal now?"
"What? No."
"Then, why do you care?"
"I just wanted..-" The door slid open, now at House's floor. He walked out, while she stayed in, He turned back to her.
"..Yes? You just wanted to what?"
"Nothing." She said with a half smile. The door slid shut right after.
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TBC.
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He hated reality, mais than anything else. The realization that his pain would never subside. The realization that his loneliness would never be fully cured. And the fact that the woman he was so madly in amor with, could never be his. These were the realizations he woke up to every morning. But, this morning was different, not only because it was the morning after Kutners death, but, in what little humanity he had in him, there was hope. Of course, he knew his leg would never be healed, but he had hope for the other two. Maybe, he wouldn't have to pay to cure his loneliness anymore, maybe, just maybe, he could get it for free, por the woman he loved. That is where the segundo hope came in, getting her. It had been months since the kiss happened, and yet, he could still taste her on his lips. But, like always, he screwed it up. He never discussed to her how he felt. Too afraid to get hurt again. Too afraid to hurt her. Too afraid to lose their employer-employee relationship. But, on this chilly spring day, everything was going to change, he didn't know it, nor did she.
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The warm air from inside PPTH hit his face, as he walked into the building.
"You're late, like always.." Cuddy spoke as she exited the clinic doors and walked towards him.
"Sorry, hooker last night."
"You owe me clinic hours."
"Got a case."
"I want your bunda in the clinic."
"By defintion of me saying I have a case, that means, I'm too busy to deal with crotch rots and STD's."
"House! Now!"
"I'll get one of my peeps to do it."
"No! You, clinic, now."
He ignored her, and entered the elevator. Before the door could shut, she slid in. House breathed loudly with annoyance. While she stood seguinte to him, with three other people crowded inside.
"Cuddy, I told you, no sex in the elevator! So unprofessional.."
Cuddy looked towards the other staff members in the elevator, now tilting her head down in emberrassment, hiding her rosey red cheeks. Once the other staff had gotten off at there floor, Cuddy broke the silence.
"Wilson told me."
Oh, God, here we go. He thought to himself.
"About what?"
"You thinking you're losing your 'gift'".
"Think I'm suicidal now?"
"What? No."
"Then, why do you care?"
"I just wanted..-" The door slid open, now at House's floor. He walked out, while she stayed in, He turned back to her.
"..Yes? You just wanted to what?"
"Nothing." She said with a half smile. The door slid shut right after.
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TBC.
Please rate and comment.:)
This is my Huddy poem...I dont really like my last stanza... :) but oh well...if you are true huddy fans, you'll understand what im talking about...
HUDDY POEM
Blue on blue,
Sea on sky.
They're not together,
I wonder why.
Short on tall,
Opposites attract.
They amor each other,
And that is fact.
Both so arrogant,
Yet, both so cute.
No wonder their relationship,
Is hard to fluke.
Gregory House,
and Lisa Cuddy.
So perfect together,
They make Huddy...
pretty gay... :P
HUDDY POEM
Blue on blue,
Sea on sky.
They're not together,
I wonder why.
Short on tall,
Opposites attract.
They amor each other,
And that is fact.
Both so arrogant,
Yet, both so cute.
No wonder their relationship,
Is hard to fluke.
Gregory House,
and Lisa Cuddy.
So perfect together,
They make Huddy...
pretty gay... :P
Okay, this poem is basically in Cuddy's POV kind of to House. I wrote it to be kind of Cuddy's personal thing, but of course, it turned into Huddy. My first artigo on this spot AND Huddy poem, so please tell me what you think! It's short and might be a bit confusing at first, but here it goes;
Love.
And that's all I ever wanted.
How did I get here?
Just crying in an empty room
Once again a vacant world to me
I'm hurting and I'm sure you know
I hope, and that's just what i do
That the world could be, just be
What i want it to, another happy ending
Which we both know it won't be
Just hold me, so for a second
I could pretend it is
Could pretend it can
Pretend it could be
And maybe I could amor you
And pretend i didn't know
That it was one of the few things
I was missing.
I know it kind of sucks, but it's my first and what do you expect?
Love.
And that's all I ever wanted.
How did I get here?
Just crying in an empty room
Once again a vacant world to me
I'm hurting and I'm sure you know
I hope, and that's just what i do
That the world could be, just be
What i want it to, another happy ending
Which we both know it won't be
Just hold me, so for a second
I could pretend it is
Could pretend it can
Pretend it could be
And maybe I could amor you
And pretend i didn't know
That it was one of the few things
I was missing.
I know it kind of sucks, but it's my first and what do you expect?