They stood there for a moment in total silence. Foreman gently pulled the sheet over her to cover her as a lone tear traced down his face.

Wilson, the nurse detto that an older man came into Thirteen's room before she passed. They detto it looked like he was praying with Thirteen and House.

"Did they say what he looked like."

One of the nurses detto he looked a little like Sean Connery. "Do te have any idea who it might have been?"

"Yeah I do I think." Wilson turned to go as Foreman asked him if he wanted an autopsy?

No, "she died of complications due to Huntington's."

As Wilson sat at his scrivania, reception he...

Chapter 7 : new step to "move on" for Cuddy and Wilson. Hope you'll enjoy it : )


-House, it’s me, Wilson. Call me back when te get this message, I’ve got good news for you.
Wilson is at the same time happy and worried for his two friends. He doesn’t want to think about it, about Cuddy’s reaction when she’ll see House in Apton and understand he’s behind all this… Although the Apton’s hospital really needs someone to run it… This is not a House’s trick, it’s the truth. Fortunately. But Wilson is also convinced that Cuddy is not taken in da that. She knows something, otherwise...

One shot

"it was only just a dream...."

"Why can't te see how lovely te are?" He first thought to himself. He watched her cautiously fix her face in the bathroom mirror from the doorway, buttoning his cuffs as she applied her make-up and perfume. She then carefully slipped on her earrings, and turned to face him.
"You okay?" She asked softly. "You seem out of it today."
"I'm fine. Clearly, so are you. C'mere." He took her hand and twirled her around. Scanning her up and down, she was flawless. He pulled her into an embrace and just held her.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi," he replied. She was glowing....

He's numb.

She's sick.

His bodies numb.

Her mind's gone blank.

Cuddy's adrenaline paced its way through her body. She'd done something incredibly stupid and she knew that. te left him alone in his apartment with Vicodin. You're an idiot, Lisa. She didn't dare sposta as she laid her head on her knees. Cuddy's sister had long gone. She'd sent her home not long after she'd began to cry. Her sister didn't deserve to have to sit through her pitiful mess that she'd only placed herself in. She'd already agreed to keep Rachel if something happened to her – even with the three kids she already had. Cuddy...

OMG! Its taken me three & a half years to get a medal at all, but my first is the Huddy Spot. :D I'm extremely excited about my newly founded medal. I actually have to admit that I was surprised when I logged onto the site & saw this(:

It's a reward that I've long awaited for. (: & I'll definitely keep up now that I've got the chance to have a reward.

I've never really been that dedicated to fanpop itself - o anything related upon it, but I've always been faithful at coming back to review fanfiction, check pictures, watch videos, & look at the new promo pictures. Never had...

Very interesting articolo from TV Guide and Eloise James
To celebrate Valentine's Day, we asked best-selling romance writer and House fan Eloisa James how House stacks up against the Heroes in her books.

At first glance, Dr. House is nothing like a conventional romantic hero. Can te imagine him bare-chested on a book cover, a bodacious blonde (or perhaps a ravishing radiologist) drooping in his arms? Not so much. House is the "Hunchback of Princeton," as Hugh Laurie himself once said. He's a disagreeable, physically (and emotionally) crippled genius. He'd hold up that blonde just long enough...

He lay there staring at her as she slept. He didn’t have to stare at her because he had a mental picture of every detail about her. She had been angry for 2 weeks and he had missed her so much. We had been in a standoff about a lie I had told her. She wanted an apology, and although i finally succombed and gave the speech of a life time I am not really sure that I believe I was wrong. I just missed her and I had hurt her so many times that maybe it was just a good idea to say I am sorry.
It had been almost 4 months since the night she had walked into my bathroom. On the floor with vicodin...

ciao guys! So since I Amore all those "signs that you're obsessed with..." I thought I'd start this! Please commento with your own signs of obsession! I guess I'll start...

Sign #1
You've seen and remember all the "big" Huddy scenes at least once, including: the Cuddy striptease scene, the season 4 CPR moment (very popolare in Huddy Musica videos), THE kiss, the long, heartbreaking stare through Cuddy's window as she sits and drinks something, the "everybody knows this is going somewhere" and subsequent boob-grope scene, the Cuddy-going-to-thank-House-for-old-med-school-desk-and-seeing-him-with-the-hired-actress-lady...

Hello everybody! It's been a long time since i updated this fic. Well my co-writer couldn't keep on writing, so i'll continue it myself! Please be kind :P
Well.. Previously on “what hurts the most”: Lucas had kidnapped Rachel and was threatening cuddy from the phone. When he accepted to get her back something happened that sounded like a building crash and cuddy hear her child screaming. Now they were in her car with House driving to find Lucas and get her daughter back!

ps: Don't worry, Lucas won't be around for a lot time now.

Enjoy and let me know what te think!

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[Previously known as With Love, House
part one]
The only sound resounding from the condo was the sound of the TV and mild snores coming from the living room. Wilson was asleep awkwardly on the divano making room for baby Rachel as they both lay there appearing lifeless, dreaming the night away. It was dark with the exception of the TV and the moon outside. It was brightly lit, and casted vast shadows along the wooden floor and the wall. They were so vast they were abstract and could not be defined as a single object.
The stars glimmered in the night like a pizzo of silk wrapped around the moon...