"Who was it?"
"That was, Princeton General."
"What do they want?"

He looked up at her. His face, slightly angry and sad.

"My mom, had a coração attack."

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"You're staying here."

House was slipping on his jaqueta and shoes as Cuddy begged to come along with him. She knew his mother Blythe well, so she wanted to be a comfort; to both of them.

"I can bring Rachel with us. She's fast asleep--"
"Yes, she is. And she doesn't need that sleep interrupted. It'll, take you forever just to, get her to sleep again."
"I want to come."
"I've wasted too much time arguing about this."

He grabbed his...

A Happy Life:Chapter 3
[House pulls cuddy to the side.]

House: Cuddy, we are going to need Rachel's biological parents medical records. We have to know everything so I can help her.

[Cuddy looks at House with a frightened look on her face. Tears well up in Cuddy's eyes. Cuddy nods regretfully.]

Cuddy: They checked her out before she was released. They should have some records here. We should have the records from her biological mother here as well.
House: We will need the ones for the father as well. We don't have anything for him. We need to talk to him and his parents.

[Cuddy looks at House with...

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Five minutos later, like House had promised, the comida was out on the mesa, tabela and now he was outside on deck playing with the rubber ducky [small inflateable boat] making sure it would work for later.
Cuddy, on the other hand, had just got out of the chuveiro and was getting dressed in the bedroom; completely forgetting about the sky light. So, House, who heard the shower...

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House woke up the seguinte morning to a very girly snore seguinte him and a rock of the boat. House had used his naviagtion and chart leitura skills...

por seguinte day, Wilson burst in Pitt’s office and walked straight to the doctor’s bourbon table. Pitt looked at him as he poured liquid into two empty shot glasses with eyes bloodshot red from silent crying. The oncologist walked over to him and gave the other glass before taking his assento and sipping from him scotch. Wilson wasn’t meeting Pitt’s gaze as he twirl his glass.
Pitt: Any reason to celebrate?
Wilson shook his head and stood up and walked a few steps away as he looked outside with both hands in his side pockets before giving a heavy sigh.
Wilson: I’m giving up…
Pitt as well...

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It was late afternoon and House was at the helm; the pilot had left them a few hours ago. The sun was sinking dangerously close to the horizon, sending an laranja haze over the sea and sky. The smells of cooking salmão had engulfed the yacht and surrounding areas.
Cuddy came out a few minutos later and handed House a plate before sitting on a built in bench in the cockpit, carefully placing her jantar on her lap.
"We might as well make the...

"This is my process."
"Granted."

He tossed his cane on his recliner and then leaned in. She wrapped her hands around his neck and he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up off the ground. Her head was slanted high above him as they walked towards the wall. It helped him support her better than por one leg alone. Every now and again they released for brief breathes of air, which were accompanied with smiles from both sides. Suddenly, the doors opened. Wilson walked in. He managed to catch the show before him, but he ignored it. He smiled at first, but then walked in normally, and went...

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The plane had landed and House and Cuddy made their merry way [still not noticing each other] to their separate taxis to take them to the private pier. When they arrived, they laid eyes on each other.
"Shit," they said simultaneously, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Me?" said Cuddy pointing to herself, "What are YOU doing here?"
"Wilson sent me here, and I'm assuming he sent you here too?" he said, watching as her posture...

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Neither House or Cuddy knew what Wilson had planned and as they packed their bags, they'd never thought of the idea of Wilson setting them up. Cuddy had, had a suspicion but it didn't really bother her because House said 'My leg is too sore to go to work for two weeks and that he could diagnose from his apartment.'
House had popped two Vicodin before settling in for yet another 'I'm an insomniac so I'll wake up in the middle of the night' routine.
Cuddy,...

I have a feeling that those who should read this probably won't or will ignore what I have to say. But, I just have to say it (like many others have before me, and I'm sure many others will after me). Special Note: You may find this artigo particularly sarcastic and/or rude. Frankly, if you're doing what you're supposed to, this shouldn't bother you. If you aren't, I won't be too upset if you find this artigo rude.

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ENTER:
2:34 a.m.
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FR WILSON: Cuddy what im about to tell you is classified and i need you to stay calm

FR CUDDY: WILSON do you KNOW what time it i-

FR WILSON: Cuddy......House escaped

FR WILSON: Cuddy??

FR WILSON: Cuddy i said to stay calm!!! Where are you?!

FR CUDDY: Im on my way

FR WILSON: We need to look for him! We'll cover mais ground if we dividido, dividir up.

FR CUDDY: OK......ok....yes.Your right. Does anyone know about this? besides us?

FR WILSON: Just us, and the staff at Mayfield. They've sent people to procurar the immediate area.

FR CUDDY: Good. I'll check PPTH.

FR WILSON:...

Dear Diary, August 13,2009

Well, its been three months since House was....taken.

And life hasnt been the same since.

I havent slept a full night since he left and ever since i found out about his hallucination the guilt has been eating me alive. And even though i KNOW wilsons right, that this isnt my fault, that i have nothing whatsoever ti feel guilty of, i just cant get the picture of his face right before he left out of my head. Ive never seen him look so.....broken. It disturbed me. I could feel that he hurt, and it made ME hurt.

Ive known him for twenty years, and i dont think ive ever met...

This is my first fanfiction for Huddy...I would amor to hear your thoughts. Be brutal but not rude please... tell me what you think. tell me what is good and what needs improvment, also please ignore any typos.


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Chapter 1:
The Kiss

When I woke up this morning everything was as usual. There was a sense of familiarity in the air…. Something was different but, I couldn’t figure out what.
I gowned as my alarm clock beeped loudly in my ear. When I got up and looked in the mirror my hair was sticking up everywhere and for a reason beyond me I was smiling. I had...

He stares at you from acroos the filled room of people dancing and talking between the two of you. You look him up and down, and finally meet his heated gaze, you lock eyes with him for atleast twenty seconds, and wonder how long this will last. As you stare, you feel a tap on your shoulder, and you're lenient to turn around, but you take quit the staring game and turn around.
"What's your name sweetie?"
The boy who you've never met, asks you.
When you're about to give your name, you're cut off.
"Her name's Lisa, and trust me, you don't want in her pants, if you know what I mean." He gives a wink...

"What kind of explanation is that?"

Explaining House was already hard enough. Explaining his hallucinations to the person they were about, and who is probably the most important person to know ABOUT them, was even harder. If, THAT even makes sense.

"I really don't know how to explain it any other way."
"Well, think of another. It made sense up till, you started explaining what they meant."
"Isn't it...a given?"
"Yes."
"So what's there to explain?"
"How it's possible."
"Why not?"
"I can't even begin to...fathom, how it's possible."
"Again, why not?"
"Because--it's, House."
"Just because he's House, doesn't...

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She felt his absence in every breath she took, in every mover she made, in every beat of her heart. Yet she could see him there in every elevator and corridor, just a fleeting glimpse before he dissapeared into the crowd.

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Tick

Tick

Tick

The constant ticking of the clock bolted to the solid white mural tormented him, tortured him. With every rhythmic tick he was reminded of those final hours, the bewilderment and concern housed in her beautiful grey eyes. Every tick resurfaced the carefully repressed memories stored in his ailing mind....

As you head out to the chilly spring day, once you had finshed up your mid term test. You wait outside for him. The door from the building opens with force as he walks out. You turn on your heels and follow him.
"Did you cheat off me?" You speak from behind him. He looks back at you, then keeps on walking.
"Hey, I'm talking to you."
"I know." He said, not looking back.
"Then why aren't you answering-"
"Because, the answer won't matter, either way." He finally stops, and turns around to look at you.
"It might."
"No it won't, if I cheated off you, you wouldn't denunciar me, anyways."
"What makes you so...

The man continued to infuriate Greg por saying things about Lisa.

" Huh, I think that I will take Lisa here, She seems pretty. She has to be an awesome lay too. Right Greg ?"


The man knew that he was pissing Greg off por saying things about Lisa. But NO ONE embaresses Los Diablos, and gets away with it.

As Greg struggled against the men, they just kept hurting him.

They landed another soco to Greg's stomach and Greg spit out some blood this time.

" Stop. So Greg, Are you sorry?" Diablo said as he walked towards Greg.

" Let go of him." Diablo said.

Greg stood leaning on the mural in pain.

" So Greg,"...