*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 wanna feel sweet moonlight...Shinin’ down on me and you...When you put your arms around me...You let me know there’s nothing in this world I can’t do...I wanna love...Somebody like you...

Cuddy sat at a mesa, tabela outside her office. She was eating when James Wilson pulled up a chair and sat seguinte to her.
"Nice night, isn't it?" he said, his voice warm and friendly.
"Yeah, um I guess so." Cuddy looked up at the moon, full and bright. It was a tepid night, warm enough to take of her blouse. She gently slide it onto the back of her chair. Wilson looked at the low cut top, trying not to stare,...

Author's Note: This chapter 'fic occurs just after the episode 'The Itch'. It will only be 5 chapters long. Feedback is ALWAYS welcome and I especially appreciate constructive criticism. Hope you enjoy leitura as much as I have enjoyed writing!!
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Maybe if he had just told her he what he said was true. Maybe if he had held his ground his world wouldn't have crumbled beneath him. He couldn't manage to say the words he meant, the only sound that passed his lips were the words, "Yes....

It starts in my soul...And I lose all control...When you kiss my nose, the feelin shows...Cause you make me smile...Baby just take your time now...Just hold me tight...

Cuddy lay in bed, staring into the blank o espaço above her. She was thinking. Thinking of the man in the guestroom. James Wilson had taken up her offer of staying with her, and she was thankful for his company. She thought of how lonely she usually felt. Alone in a king size bed, she felt so small, alone. The large house she could afford felt pointless without a family or lover to share it with. Wistfully, she thought of cradling...

The sweetest thing I've ever known...Was like the kiss on the collarbone...Soft caress of happiness...The way you walk, your style of dress...I wish I didn't get so weak...Baby, just to hear you speak...Makes me argue just to see...How much you're in amor with me...

It was cold outside. Thankfully, Lisa Cuddy was wrapped in a blanket seguinte to a crackling fire. She watched the flames dance in front of her eyes, casting a warm glow upon her face. She turned her gaze to her window, snowflakes were forming in beautiful patterns, sparkling when the light of the fogo flickered on them. Reflecting on...

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...

And I'd give up forever to touch you, cause I know that you feel me somehow...You're the closest thing to heaven that I'll ever be...And I don't want to go início right now

James Wilson sat at his office, fiddling with a pen. It was late and he could hear the footsteps of the lone night nurse pacing up and down the hallway. He cradled his head in his hands, deep in thought. He thought about all the times she had been there for him and when he had been there for her...

He thought about their first date, how awkward he had felt in her presence, but also how hopeful he had been. Hopeful that she would...

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...

Fountain, fountain, we are the same...Fountain, fountain, we are the same...You with the water and me with the pain...Turning it over again and again.

Wilson sat near the front. A single, lonely man dressed in black. The funeral was not scheduled to begin for another half hour, but he wanted to be alone, it was his girlfriend, after all. Dark clouds started rolling in, threatening to let their tears fall from the sky upon him.

Then he felt a warm, familiar hand on his shoulder. Lisa Cuddy was stading behind him, a comforting smile reassured him. She sat beside him and took his hand.
"She's at...