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Finally the weekend comes and they go together to a country house.
Cuddy and Lucas park the car under the porch. The house is not very big, but it’s cozy and surrounded da countryside. Lisa is so excited about their weekend together. They get into the house and Lucas smiles at her. ‘Well... what do te think? te like it?’
‘It’s so beautiful.’ She answers.
‘Not as much as you.’ He smiles at her. ‘This is the house where I used to come with my parents on Summer holidays... I thought it could be a nice place to spend the weekend.’
They get into the lounge and there is a table...

Note: This follows another fic called "Another Change, Another Constant". te have to read that before te can understand this new series.
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"So, how was the campus?" Wilson asked House from across the cafetaria table.
"Big.Old.Academic."House answered as he focused on twirling his cane.
"How was Olivia? What did te two do?"
"She showed me the Musica studio on campus that she interns at...We had cena at some legendary pizza place in town and then we saw some movie at the local cinema."
Wilson put...

I've been having trouble Scrivere for Thirteen but this is what I've got so far commenti are Amore and please let me know if I should continue!








Chapter 7: Who is Remy “Thirteen” Hadley?

A nurse came in and adjusted some of Thirteen’s IV’s and checked her blood pressure Cuddy was their da her side through the process. After the nurse left Cuddy began to ask Thirteen domande about her life.
“So what is the first thing to the Remy Hadley story?”
“Well what do te want to know?”
“Everything, start with your earliest memory.”
“Well I’ve been bisexual all my life I knew even in...

Ok well my fic is winding down and I know that I have been horrible at updating but I didnt want to leave te guys with no fic to read of mine. So here is one of my ideas and I wanted to see what te think about it and if i should do it o not. This idea has been nawing at me for a while now. SO tell me if i should continue.... :)
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Ugh! I groaned as I hit my alarm clock. It was anouther boring giorno of boring school. Why did I have to get up? Geez I am just so tired. Why is this? Oh yeah volleyball.

I got up and got ready to go to school unwillingly. Great I have to see...

Smooth wet lips is all he feels on him, moving from his chin to his jaw, where a days worth of
facial hair is lightly showing. He could hear the faint sounds of moaning escaping her busy mouth, as well as his heavy breathing from the sensations she was making him have. A tongue slowly glides over his Adam's Apple, seductively licking, then taking her teeth and nibbling on his now red and wet skin. That's all it took. The tips of his fingers patiently and carefully traces down her covered torso. oca bumps on her arms appear rapidly at the touch of his shaking index finger going over her hidden...

She was beginning to miss his annoying harassments. He hadn’t spoken to her in quite a while, okay, a mese and two days to be exact, but it’s not like she was counting.. She saw him in class, but he never spoke, surprisingly. All she could was blame herself, for she created this so called ‘game’. But, little did she know, he missed her, deeply. Though, he’d never mostra it, because he refuses to lose their game.

It was around 11 at night, when she decided to take his advice, and go have some fun. She was headed to one of the many parties happening that night, unfortunately for her,...

Later that night 10:49 p.m.

The hospital was fairly empty. Empty and quiet. The only people around were some nurses, and a few doctors standing da in their offices, catching up on paperwork and anything else they needed to take care of. House slid open the door to Cuddy's room, and carefully walked inside. He had taken a sede, sedile in the corner of the room and began to cerca his pockets for something. Cuddy, was on the bed, asleep, but not for long. She woke up soon enough, and spoke in a hushed tone.

"What--are te doing?"
"Something."

He pulled out a needle and rolled up his pant leg. Then he took...

She jumped when House threw open the door; House briefly looked at her and then close and locked the door. Cuddy gave him a worried look, House was surprised how much emotions she had in her eyes. Doubt, expectation, passion, pain. He stepped closer to her, putting his cane away. Cuddy raised her hand and stepped back, hiding her desk.
“No,” she gasped unconvincingly.
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“Don’t worry I don’t bite,” House announced, still limping to her.
“No, but te hurt,” Cuddy detto weakly. “I’m too tired, House. I don’t want to play anymore.” da now, House get to her,...

It was late afternoon, and outside it was still raining; however the sight of a arcobaleno through the window made Lisa smile.

Lisa: I’ve gotta go guys. Otherwise I’ll be late for my last class.

Vanessa: Why are te taking Endocrinology again? It’s not as if te need to.

Lisa: I just…want to see if I could do better.

Lisa stood up from the sheltered benches, and picked up her small tote before walking to class. Smiling, she looked up into the rain clouds before she stopped under the shelter of the entrance to the building. Pinning her hair back, she then opened the door to the lecture room;...

I am soooo excited about the episode it's unreal, and (aside from plenty of Huddy smut ideas) this would leave me alone, so thought I'd put it on here. Not exactly Huddy, but kind of...I think.

"No, I want to hear about the sad hero again." a 3 anno old Rachel Cuddy whined to her mum as they lay on her bed. 'She loves that story.' she thought, remembering back to when she made up taht story after a particularly tricky giorno at the hospital. She took a deep breath and exhaled, removing those thoughts from her head with the air from her lungs she began her tale:

"Once upon a time, in Princetonia...

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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...