Chapter 1: Enough is Never Enough
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters of House M.D. All characters/thematic concepts are owned da David puntellare, riva and Co.
The distinct sound of wood courting hardwood resonated throughout House’s once-empty, recluse apartment, the hollow bachelor’s pad that had served as his proscenium stage and knew him all too well. The stage that had tacitly reciprocated a promise: to never leave. Unlike Stacey, his indigenous thigh muscle, and his once “less miserable” outlook on life, his apartment had never negated o forsaken him. In fact, if his apartment walls could talk, nay, whisper, hell, do sign language, they would bleed a sanguine indifference towards his ever-potent Vicodin addiction, and Bourbon-induced molestation of all 88 keys of his prized Baby Grand piano. But, tonight, on his stage, he was not performing a monologue. Mono implies 1, right? Tonight, he was gently cradling in his arms someone he’s always reluctantly, and precariously held in the ominous pit of his heart: Cuddy. Although he’d never admit it, not even to Wilson, he’s always had a predacious, and recurring air of comradery, respect, and pure lov… Could it be love? ‘No’, he thought. He didn’t Amore her. However, she was his anchor, always inching him closer to the puntellare, riva when he seemed to be slipping, wandering helplessly into the depths of the daunting sea alone.
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She’d helped him detox. House couldn’t believe it. Of course, House knew that if he’d told Cuddy that he needed her that she would help; new demon child o not. But the way her soft hands had caressed his weathered shoulders as he vomited, the fashion in which she beautifully, and completely Cuddy-like prevented a Vicodin- induced replace, which would cause him months, no, years in that damned psychiatrist’s office. He liked it. He liked her. He could get used to this. Easily.
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House was pulled out of his endless reverie when he saw a luscious mountain of raven hair peaking out beneath the horizon of his silk sheets. He wondered if he’d woken her. The arancia, arancio morning haze penetrated his window panes and illuminated her gorgeous features. House had never seen her più lovely than now. But then again, maybe he was biased since he’d just ardently, and completely inconsistent with his character, made lov… uh hermm… slept with her. As soon as her cerulean stained irises opened, his vision blurred, and all he could see were the insides of his eyelids. He panicked.
“CUDDY!! CUDDY!!”, he moaned. Where was she, and why couldn’t he gaze at her gloriously naked body?
“Cuddy”, he screamed. His desperate rant was interrupted da a small hand. Someone was shaking him.. Was it Cuddy? He opened his eyes to find a sultry young lady resembling a Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman shaking him. Her miles of gaudy jewelry vibrated as she tried to wake him. Her mascara bled down her soft cheeks, as she shockingly observed his strange behavior. Who has Cuddy? And why was he screaming for her?
“Listen, hot shot”, she uttered, “I’ve got ovv’a clien’s to see tonight. ‘Ju gunna pay up o’ not,” she asked with a thick English accent.
Realization washed over his jaded face as he recognized that he’d let Cuddy slip away.. again. She’d helped him detox, and she’d quietly dressed in his languid state, and left. He needed her. He couldn’t have her leave. Not again.
House hastily paid the impatient hooker, and with much inner-glee relieved her of her duties. As he closed the door, he realized that “Little Little Greg” wanted Cuddy as much as his rational and irrational mind did. He snatched up his keys from his mahogany dresser, and winced as a bolt of pain dissipated through his leg. He made his way towards the elevators and silently and with the speed of lightning, began to strategize. He had to convince Cuddy that her leaving was a mistake. That he needed her. That he never wanted to spend another restless, wretched night out of her warm, and loving embrace.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters of House M.D. All characters/thematic concepts are owned da David puntellare, riva and Co.
The distinct sound of wood courting hardwood resonated throughout House’s once-empty, recluse apartment, the hollow bachelor’s pad that had served as his proscenium stage and knew him all too well. The stage that had tacitly reciprocated a promise: to never leave. Unlike Stacey, his indigenous thigh muscle, and his once “less miserable” outlook on life, his apartment had never negated o forsaken him. In fact, if his apartment walls could talk, nay, whisper, hell, do sign language, they would bleed a sanguine indifference towards his ever-potent Vicodin addiction, and Bourbon-induced molestation of all 88 keys of his prized Baby Grand piano. But, tonight, on his stage, he was not performing a monologue. Mono implies 1, right? Tonight, he was gently cradling in his arms someone he’s always reluctantly, and precariously held in the ominous pit of his heart: Cuddy. Although he’d never admit it, not even to Wilson, he’s always had a predacious, and recurring air of comradery, respect, and pure lov… Could it be love? ‘No’, he thought. He didn’t Amore her. However, she was his anchor, always inching him closer to the puntellare, riva when he seemed to be slipping, wandering helplessly into the depths of the daunting sea alone.
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She’d helped him detox. House couldn’t believe it. Of course, House knew that if he’d told Cuddy that he needed her that she would help; new demon child o not. But the way her soft hands had caressed his weathered shoulders as he vomited, the fashion in which she beautifully, and completely Cuddy-like prevented a Vicodin- induced replace, which would cause him months, no, years in that damned psychiatrist’s office. He liked it. He liked her. He could get used to this. Easily.
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House was pulled out of his endless reverie when he saw a luscious mountain of raven hair peaking out beneath the horizon of his silk sheets. He wondered if he’d woken her. The arancia, arancio morning haze penetrated his window panes and illuminated her gorgeous features. House had never seen her più lovely than now. But then again, maybe he was biased since he’d just ardently, and completely inconsistent with his character, made lov… uh hermm… slept with her. As soon as her cerulean stained irises opened, his vision blurred, and all he could see were the insides of his eyelids. He panicked.
“CUDDY!! CUDDY!!”, he moaned. Where was she, and why couldn’t he gaze at her gloriously naked body?
“Cuddy”, he screamed. His desperate rant was interrupted da a small hand. Someone was shaking him.. Was it Cuddy? He opened his eyes to find a sultry young lady resembling a Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman shaking him. Her miles of gaudy jewelry vibrated as she tried to wake him. Her mascara bled down her soft cheeks, as she shockingly observed his strange behavior. Who has Cuddy? And why was he screaming for her?
“Listen, hot shot”, she uttered, “I’ve got ovv’a clien’s to see tonight. ‘Ju gunna pay up o’ not,” she asked with a thick English accent.
Realization washed over his jaded face as he recognized that he’d let Cuddy slip away.. again. She’d helped him detox, and she’d quietly dressed in his languid state, and left. He needed her. He couldn’t have her leave. Not again.
House hastily paid the impatient hooker, and with much inner-glee relieved her of her duties. As he closed the door, he realized that “Little Little Greg” wanted Cuddy as much as his rational and irrational mind did. He snatched up his keys from his mahogany dresser, and winced as a bolt of pain dissipated through his leg. He made his way towards the elevators and silently and with the speed of lightning, began to strategize. He had to convince Cuddy that her leaving was a mistake. That he needed her. That he never wanted to spend another restless, wretched night out of her warm, and loving embrace.
For the week of September 29 - October 5, Fox’s Fall 18-49 demo king House had the largest audience via DVR viewing with 3.583 million viewers via DVRs. NBC’s Heroes was secondo with a DVR viewing audience of 2.903 million. Rounding out the superiore, in alto ten for the largest DVR audiences were Desperate Housewives, Fringe, NCIS, Survivor:Gabon, Bones, Criminal Minds, Two and A Half Men and CSI:Miami.
The CW’s 90210 had the superiore, in alto mostra for percentage increase over their Live audience increasing 41.1% in Live+7 viewing. Rounding out the superiore, in alto 10 for largest % increase via DVR viewing were Heroes, House, Privileged, Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles, Fringe, Prison Break, Gossip Girl and America’s superiore, in alto Model.
Although we know now that DVR viewing past the airdate is entirely meaningless to the show’s advertising revenue and likely its ultimate success, we like seeing the trends regardless
The CW’s 90210 had the superiore, in alto mostra for percentage increase over their Live audience increasing 41.1% in Live+7 viewing. Rounding out the superiore, in alto 10 for largest % increase via DVR viewing were Heroes, House, Privileged, Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles, Fringe, Prison Break, Gossip Girl and America’s superiore, in alto Model.
Although we know now that DVR viewing past the airdate is entirely meaningless to the show’s advertising revenue and likely its ultimate success, we like seeing the trends regardless
I mean,come on guys,how is possible not to like Hameron.Allison and House just fit together.Cameron is so nice and beautiful and helpfull and just so perfect and young.House is sarcastic,funny sometimes annoying but pretty good.The only problem is,you know,the age.House is 50 o maybe a little bit older and Cameron is almost 30 o younger.I don't think it would be possible to have many children.But,except of this tiny problem,they are just perfect together.It's just so unfair and bad that people don't see the value of this couple.Can't te feel it???Ok,I admit it.Maybe some of te will say that I'm saying all these stuff because I'm addicted to Cameron and Hameron but believe me it's not just that.It's all the passion and the drama they have both and it's just so addictive!!!!!
Isn't that obvious?God,I feel like anyone can't understand that!!
boldDr. Allison Cameron is my preferito character on House and that's the only reason I am writting this article. Cameron is really great. Just perfect. I think that she is better brunette than blond.Some people like the coiple Hameron and other the couple Chameron.I believe that both couples are great and Ihave yto say that the producers have to pay attention to these relationships.Actually I used not to like house M.D. but when I saw Cameron I knew...I realised that it is a great series which I start watching.And I did.And now is one of my preferito Tv series.Although, I have toadmit that this season had disappointed me a little. But not enough to stop wathcing it.I also admit that I am obsessed with Dr. Allison Cameron.Yes, I am and I enjoy it.
To Cameron, Chameron and Hameron Fans,
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To Cameron, Chameron and Hameron Fans,
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