House,House/Cuddy- The Way it Goes

How was your Christmases? Mine was okay, but here is my natal present to the people that are reading! :D

At around 11 pm, House and his fiancee, Cuddy, were laughing as they walked into the dark house.
Cuddy's head was resting against her apaixonados chest as they stumbled into the room and turned on the light. She was kind of tipsy from all the wine she drank.

She hiccuped then dramatically shushed House, who wasn't talking, por putting her hand on his mouth.
" Rachel asleeeeppp! * Hiccup* Be Quiet!" She said loudly.

House just chuckled and lead her to the sofá where she could stop swaying. He...

A knock sounded on his door. Another headache to come along, he breathed it out, and just ignored the elevating raps.
"House--" Cuddy had muffled from outside.
"we need to talk." she continued with not only seriousness, but a deeper concern within her tone.
"It's open." he almost whispered. Apparently hearing him, the handle twisted and opened the door. Cuddy slightly launched herself back with surprise, taken aback at the sight of House.
"We need to admit you."
"I'm fine."
"You've been throwing up for hours straight. You've had constant headaches, your eyes are always bloodshot every time I walk...

This is just a little fanfic I wrote for St. Patties Day. Hope you like!!!


It’s St Patrick’s dia at PPTH and the majority of the staff is wearing green. “Good morning, Dr. House." Cuddy said noticing House just getting in. “Good morning O’Cuddy. Wait your not Irish, your Jewish. So why are you celebrating St Patties Day?” He asked noticing that she was wearing an above the knee green saia and a green topo, início that showed a rather hefty amount of cleavage. “Just because I’m Jewish doesn’t mean I can’t celebrate other holidays.” She grinned. He started to limp away. “Can I...

House couldn’t help but laugh. “Sorry. I can come back.” He said in-between giggles. Wilson blushed and gave the girl his address that he had written on a piece of paper. She walked out and said nothing. House was turning red from holding his breath so he would not laugh. He bit his lip but couldn’t help it and burst out with laughter. “Go a-head. Laugh it up House. Laugh all you want just please don’t tell anyone. Ok?” Wilson pleaded. House pulled himself together. “Ok. Wow! You are unbelievable. I wonder if you would do a syphilis patient?” House asked. Wilson blushed. “Done.”...

Cuddy pulled out a syringe. “Drop your pants. You need an injection. It´s the last one, think you should be alright for working in two or three days.”, she said and smirked a little about the thought of his sexy naked ass. He leaned against his piano. “Why didn´t you come around a few days ago?”, he asked her while she gave him the injection. “Done.”, she said as he turned around and gave her an intensly look deep into her eyes. “I´m not sure you wanted to see me.”, she said and smirked again. “You´re the only one I wanna be with.”, his voice was just a whisper. She...

AT THE HOSPITAL!!!

Michael and House were rushed into the ER on gurneys.

And Cameron was called as the nurses recognized House.

"What do we have?" Cameron asked as she put on her gloves.

" It's House. And Michael."

Cameron's face literally turned pale. A few segundos later she immediatly snapped into action.

" Page Cuddy a 911 at ER." She said to a nurse behind her.

She was torn between helping Michael, the dean's son, Who if anything were to happen to him she would kill them. And helping House, the dean's fiancee, who if anything happen to him, she would kill them.

" Bring House to the X-ray room and...

The bar tender nodded before leaving them alone; the ambience of the bar was dark with small sconces on the walls, and the lights over the pool tables, lighting up the bar. A retro jukebox in the corner stood out like lit-up natal tree.

Cuddy was wearing a dark purple dress, low cut with some black beading on the hem; which skimmed past her knees. She still wore her black high heels, although her hair was even curlier and half was pinned up with chopsticks.

Compared to House, who was only wearing a camisa and jaqueta with black jeans.


Cuddy: Thanks…wait. Greg?

House: oi Lisa.

Cuddy: Wow. You...