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Title: Pilot Redux
Rating: T (I guess – for innuendo)
Summary: I’m working on Scrivere a Huddy ending on add-in scene for each episode. This is a continuation of “Pilot”. My first huddy fic so be nice :-)

“5PM…Doctor House checking out…make sure te write that down.” House tosses the last chart onto the desk. He smirks and makes his way to Cuddy’s office, bursting through the doors.

A soft groan of exasperation escapes her lips. “Do te even know how to knock?”

“Of course I do.”

“What do te want, House?”

“I just came da to see if te had any other eloquent pearls...

Huddy Adventure #2

Summer Solstice

Wilson: So what are your plans for tonight? (Wilson picked up a bagel from the counter, whilst House looked at the selection of Cibo with a look of disgust on his face.)

House: I don’t have any. Drinking will play a major part though.

Wilson: (Wilson gave House a typical look of discontent before they sat down at a table.) I was thinking about inviting te over for a little game of poker.

House: (House looked inquisitively at Wilson, as he was taking a bite of his bagel.) Why?

Wilson: Well, I like poker. te like poker. It seemed a logical reason to invite you....

    
Disclaimer: I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as satisfying as the last scene of season six when House finally got not only what he needed but what he wanted! Oh, sorry that’s a PROclaimer. Okay, I own nothing in the House universe except a deep, undying Amore for Dr. House and no court on earth can take that away!!


It’s About Time….

Her commenti had washed away years of his doubt and sadness. Their doccia had washed away the layers of grime and blood on their bodies. And now he was going to wash away the longing that had plagued him since that night after...

House and Cuddy have been dating for about a mese now and they wanted to celebrate there mese anniversary. And as they waited for their Cibo none of them detto anything and the silence was broken da the waiter.

“Grilled bistecca with Béarnaise Sauce and French fries.” The waiter said, startling them a little.

“Gee! What are te a zombie?” House paused, putting a hand to his heart, “I almost had a cuore attack for Pete’s sake!”

The waiter detto nothing and kept his stern, composed face to the task of serving them as properly as one could in this situation. He put down their plates...