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Chapter 6: Making Amends
“Cuddy, can we talk?”
“Yes, what is it House?”
“I was wondering if te would want to go out with me tonight? On a date.”
“I uhh well it has been a busy giorno plus Thirteen but yeah that would be nice. Where should we go?”
“How about the new Mexican restaurant on 15th street? I’ve heard it is very good and they have live Musica there as well, te know te want to see me salsa!”
“You salsa? That’s interesting! Mexican Cibo sounds good it’s a date.”
“Cool I’ll pick te up around seven then.”
“Okay I’ll be ready.”
Seven o’clock rolled around...

What if Cuddy was with House in Last resort? And they were in a relationship and Cuddy was pregnant?

Backround-

House and Cuddy- Has been together for about 2 years. They were together talking when the man barges in with a gun.
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As House sits behinds Cuddy's scrivania, reception taking out the screws that held her drawer, a man barges in.

House looks up and sees a man probably in his 40's who looks nervous and sick.

" Is Dr. Cuddy here?"

" She's in the drawer , I'm trying to save her." House replied sarcastically.

As Jason left he saw a woman in a lowcut superiore, in alto with...

Cuddy arrived back home, and dropped her ventiquattrore, sincronia file to the floor; leaning on the back of her closed front door. Walking dreamily to her kitchen, taking out a bottle of red wine and a single wine glass.

After changing into her pyjamas; a simple white camiciola, camisole with a pizzo edge, and light rosa pyjama pants, which looked extra baggy on her small frame.

Reaching for the bottle, she uncorked it and poured a generous amount into the deep wine glass, and then sunk into her sofa, legs crossed and her arm lying across her stomach as she drank a quarter of the glass in one sip.

10 o’clock. The clock on...

"Wilson!"

House had barged into Wilson's office and found him sprawled out across his couch. Mouth wide open, and arms stretched about. He switched the lights on and Wilson flinched, and began to sit upright. He rubbed his face and stared blankly at him.

"What?"
"Didn't get enough sleep I see."
"Yeah, you?"
"Slept like a baby."
"How, the thunder was terrible last night."
"I had my ways."
Wilson looked at him curiously.
"Which would be?"
"How long te been asleep?"

He had looked away from him, trying hard to avoid the subject. Which brought Wilson to a greater suspicion.

"A while." Wilson spoke slowly.
"Surprised...

Is it really necessary
every single day?
Making me so ordinary
In every possible way

Raindrops were being sent furiously against the fragile windows. The storm had started back in the afternoon. The miserable windows didn’t have escape, they had fought the raindrops fierce but they were stronger. It was a shame how little da little the storm had taken all the strength within the crystal windows. At the end they gave in and crashed with a muffle sound.

Cuddy was awoken da the crash that mixed with the thunders. She walked out of her room, barefoot, feeling the crackling wood. She could feel...