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Wilson: Do te have someone in there with you?

(Cuddy froze, trying not to make a sound. She was stuck hiding da the door, House obviously enjoyed this but Cuddy looked anxious and annoyed.)

House: No-one. When did te get all jealous?

(Wilson gave House a look before taking his foot out of the way of the door and House closed it.)

Cuddy: That was, annoying.

(House and Cuddy looked at each other intently before they kissed passionately, Cuddy’s back hit the mirror behind her and broke it but they didn’t care.)

House: That’s seven years bad luck.

(Cuddy and House stood there, their eyes connected...

Days had passed since House last talked to Lisa. Then days turned into weeks. Weeks then turned into months. Months turned into years. They finally had spoken to eachother 3 years later. He was walking with a new girl, she had short black hair, she was pretty as a picture. The girl wasnt from John Hopkins, she was at a law school near to John Hopkins. Once a week she would come visit House. While they were walking side da side, Lisa was holding hands with William Perterson when she happened to walk da House.
Lisa smiled at House, and House returned the same smile. All of them stopped.
Lisa-"Hi...

STOP!! *House screamed* If te throw her over the bridge with her hands and feet tied she won't be able to move....you really want to make her suffer?

*Mark looked at House and said* What ever hurts te House. Like I detto if te would have just stayed away from Stacy and went out with Lisa in the first place this nnneeeevvvveeerrr would have happend.

*The men got closer to the side of the bridge House limped over trying to stop them. Cuddy was trying to scream but with the tape over her mouth te couldn't hear anything. She tried to sposta but with her hand and feet tied up she was defenceless.*...

Inspired da the lovely song:
"If I could see you" da Yiruma.
I thank ´CathCuddy for giving the link to me <3.

I hope they're any good.
My creative mood got me again.
Please R & R
(Constructive!) Critism is always welcome.

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Past and present

If I could see te again
through the same eyes as back then
when we weren't aware of what would come
of what we had to go through
of what we had to suffer
It would make things a lot easier.

But it's impossible
Present is the only thing which remains for me
And that certain melancholy and longing
called nostalgia
But...