*THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR SEASON 5*

I have always loved the interactions between House's other halves, or Wilson and Cuddy. It has always fascinated me to see how the people who House has let into his life deal with that very heavy burden and the resulting impact on their lives. I started this artigo based around the idea of what the OT3 (House, Cuddy and Wilson) do for each other and found myself composição literária a Wuddy artigo much easier than an OT3 article. It is a relationship that is under-rated and is often overlooked since it is only a foundation relationship for the show. But never-the-less...

I hate feeling like this, I so tired of trying to fight this...I'm asleep and all I dream of is waking up to you...Please tell me that you will listen, because your touch is what I'm missing...And the mais I hide, the mais I realize...All I want is you...

"So, Lisa, what do you do for a living?" The man sitting opposite Lisa Cuddy was 40-something, intelligent, cute a lover a ballroom dance and stable. Everything she should have wanted, but for some reason, she didn't.
"Well, I'm Dean of Medicine at Princeton Plainsbrough Teaching Hospital." She took another sip of her mineral water. She knew...

Sometimes I feel like I'm alone...Sometimes I feel like I'm not that strong...Sometimes I feel so frail, so small...Sometimes I feel vulnerable...Sometimes I feel a little fragile...But now I know you're here, you're mine...I feel so strong...You're everything I'll ever need...

Wilson stood, contemplating. Contemplating her smile, her her face lighting up his world. He thought of how he loved her, and was sure she loved him back. He thought of her kindness, sincerity and loving personality. And he knew. He walked over to the rubbish bin, letting his foot depress the lever. As the lid of the...

And maybe tonight...Maybe I'll fall...Maybe he'll crash through my wall..Maybe at last, amor will come back, and take me deep into his arms...Maybe tonight he'll finally fall in amor with me...

Cuddy lay in bed. Unable to sleep, she saw the digital clock beisde her cama tick over. 4:45am. Early. Very Early. But she couldn't sleep. It was like she was haunted por him. His smile, his warm touch, his gentle words. James Wilson. His name rolled softly into her mind. She rolled onto her side, thinknig of him. The anterior day, he had sat with her. Eating a ham and mustard sandich, they just sat....