I have always wondered how House and Cuddy first met, and I figured a lot of te have, too. Don't be to brutal this is only my secondo fanfiction :).
They First Meet: A Huddy Fanfiction
It was a giorno much like any other at the
università of Michigan, except perhaps for the fact that it was raining. The weather segnala clearly detto there was going to be nothing but clear skies and sun shine all week, so no one was dressed for the occasion. Just a regular day, thought Lisa Cuddy as she made her way to class. As she walked she noticed a man sitting on the steps of the library. This was not so particularly unusual, students read on the steps all the time. Although, there was just something about him that grabbed her attention. Whether it be how he read with so much interest and care it was like there was nothing else going on in the world, o the way his deep blue eyes warmed her from the inside, making her forget the fact that da standing there watching him she was getting soaked. She glanced at her watch and realized she was late for class, but took one più longing look. She started to walk again, but più slowly than before.
After class the rain had died down and she made her way back to the biblioteca in hopes that he would still be there. He was, still reading. She stood there for a moment, just watching. She worked up the courage and walked over sat beside on the biblioteca step.
“Hi, my name’s Lisa.”
He looked up from the book.
“Greg,” he detto with a smile.
They First Meet: A Huddy Fanfiction
It was a giorno much like any other at the
università of Michigan, except perhaps for the fact that it was raining. The weather segnala clearly detto there was going to be nothing but clear skies and sun shine all week, so no one was dressed for the occasion. Just a regular day, thought Lisa Cuddy as she made her way to class. As she walked she noticed a man sitting on the steps of the library. This was not so particularly unusual, students read on the steps all the time. Although, there was just something about him that grabbed her attention. Whether it be how he read with so much interest and care it was like there was nothing else going on in the world, o the way his deep blue eyes warmed her from the inside, making her forget the fact that da standing there watching him she was getting soaked. She glanced at her watch and realized she was late for class, but took one più longing look. She started to walk again, but più slowly than before.
After class the rain had died down and she made her way back to the biblioteca in hopes that he would still be there. He was, still reading. She stood there for a moment, just watching. She worked up the courage and walked over sat beside on the biblioteca step.
“Hi, my name’s Lisa.”
He looked up from the book.
“Greg,” he detto with a smile.
