A/N: Ok so I don’t know about آپ guys but I’m liking this story =) Hehe I have never been so excited with a fic. Which is good I believe. Well no really a/n today so….Larger than usual but I gues good, enjoy and leave a review. Remember reviews = <3
There was a beep and another one that made Cuddy smiled.
The Psych opened her eyes slowly. She rested her head in the hospital تکیا and glanced at her eyes.
“What happened?” The Psych asked, her voice being soft as a feather.
“You had a دل failure. When you, little devil, started to laugh, your blood pressure raised and there was no air in your lungs and so آپ collapsed.” House snapped.
The psych haven’t noticed him, he was standing اگلے to the glass door.
“House, what are آپ doing? And that’s not a way of treating your-“
“Oh Cuddy, آپ don’t know this girl. She’s psychic.” House cut her off. He didn’t want to admit it but the گزشتہ laughter had crept him out.
“What does that mean?”Cuddy said, confusion taking over her head.
“That I can read minds. But House thinks it’s a symptom and آپ think I’m nuts. Great!” Her tone was sarcastic.
Cuddy turned to face House who nodded. He limped closer to her. Cuddy stared at his leg and then held his eyes. In hers there was concern and in his there was pain. Then she turned back to see the Psych.
“What are آپ doing?” The Psych began reciting the thoughts she had read. “You shouldn’t be standing. Are آپ OK? House’s response I’m not Ok but I won’t admit it. Then Cuddy thinks, آپ idiot! I love this kind of eye conversations.”
She saw Cuddy’s cheeks g red and House’s eyes burning with range. Cuddy faced him again.
“She could have made-“
“I didn’t make it up. But I know آپ two are too vain to admit what آپ feel یا think, Am I right?” House was getting angrier at each word the Psych pronounced.
“No, you’re sick. “ House spitted the words at her.
Cuddy gave him a death glare and smiled at the girl who laid in the bed, motionless. Her mind and mouth being the only thing alive in that body.
“Do you-“
“No, I don’t have any parents. And yes I do know آپ need the consent of someone over 21 but my fosters are out of town.” Cuddy nodded and walked to the door.
“House, we need to talk.” She کہا before leaving the room.
“Someone’s getting scold.” The Psych sang as Cuddy walked out. House began to limp and stopped when he heard this. He turned to face the girl again.
“Wrong, someone’s getting laid!” He imitated the tone the girl had used and left, leaving alone a motionless smiling girl.
HOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMD
The corridor was empty and silent then two bodies emerged from a room.
“You idiot! آپ shouldn’t be standing here, آپ should be in a wheelchair.” Cuddy scolded. House rolled his eyes.
“I’m fine.”
“No you’re not. Your leg is going to give آپ a hell of pain and you’ll go back to being an addict and-“
House trapped Cuddy’s eyes and stepped closer.
“It’s not something آپ should be concerned about.”
Cuddy leaned on the دیوار and taking advantage of her action House stepped closer. Their eyes were fighting and Cuddy’s were losing, so she waved her white flag سے طرف کی looking away.
“Why don’t آپ mind about yourself? That psychic is right, you-you are- just-jut too vain.”
House stepped closer not really knowing why. His body was forcing him to be closer to her.
Cuddy breathed, that سوال made her nervous and breathing his scent even more. It was a sweet and rough scent, it made her feel like taking him right there but she breathed again turning her head to the side to get some fresh air. She moved herself from the دیوار and stood straight, leaving few inches between his lips and hers.
She snapped back to reality. She nodded and began her way to the elevators.
“She likes you.” House jumped at the voice.
The Psych was standing اگلے to the glass door. The tall teenager had witnessed the entire scene. House felt exposed.
“You shouldn’t be standing.”
“Neither should آپ but that doesn’t stop you, so why not? If I look strong enough it doesn’t matter right?”
She walked till she was in front of him.
“Do آپ like her?”
“It’s irrelevant. We have to run some tests.”
“Why do آپ think I have cancer? Who’s Wilson?”
“Some pervert oncologist. Mind walking?”
“Not at all.”
And so they walked with their own pace. The Psych asking questions, House deflecting the جوابات and them getting to know each other better.
They walked their way to a road close to friendship but this road didn’t have a name since, how can آپ be دوستوں with yourself?
There was a beep and another one that made Cuddy smiled.
The Psych opened her eyes slowly. She rested her head in the hospital تکیا and glanced at her eyes.
“What happened?” The Psych asked, her voice being soft as a feather.
“You had a دل failure. When you, little devil, started to laugh, your blood pressure raised and there was no air in your lungs and so آپ collapsed.” House snapped.
The psych haven’t noticed him, he was standing اگلے to the glass door.
“House, what are آپ doing? And that’s not a way of treating your-“
“Oh Cuddy, آپ don’t know this girl. She’s psychic.” House cut her off. He didn’t want to admit it but the گزشتہ laughter had crept him out.
“What does that mean?”Cuddy said, confusion taking over her head.
“That I can read minds. But House thinks it’s a symptom and آپ think I’m nuts. Great!” Her tone was sarcastic.
Cuddy turned to face House who nodded. He limped closer to her. Cuddy stared at his leg and then held his eyes. In hers there was concern and in his there was pain. Then she turned back to see the Psych.
“What are آپ doing?” The Psych began reciting the thoughts she had read. “You shouldn’t be standing. Are آپ OK? House’s response I’m not Ok but I won’t admit it. Then Cuddy thinks, آپ idiot! I love this kind of eye conversations.”
She saw Cuddy’s cheeks g red and House’s eyes burning with range. Cuddy faced him again.
“She could have made-“
“I didn’t make it up. But I know آپ two are too vain to admit what آپ feel یا think, Am I right?” House was getting angrier at each word the Psych pronounced.
“No, you’re sick. “ House spitted the words at her.
Cuddy gave him a death glare and smiled at the girl who laid in the bed, motionless. Her mind and mouth being the only thing alive in that body.
“Do you-“
“No, I don’t have any parents. And yes I do know آپ need the consent of someone over 21 but my fosters are out of town.” Cuddy nodded and walked to the door.
“House, we need to talk.” She کہا before leaving the room.
“Someone’s getting scold.” The Psych sang as Cuddy walked out. House began to limp and stopped when he heard this. He turned to face the girl again.
“Wrong, someone’s getting laid!” He imitated the tone the girl had used and left, leaving alone a motionless smiling girl.
HOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMD
The corridor was empty and silent then two bodies emerged from a room.
“You idiot! آپ shouldn’t be standing here, آپ should be in a wheelchair.” Cuddy scolded. House rolled his eyes.
“I’m fine.”
“No you’re not. Your leg is going to give آپ a hell of pain and you’ll go back to being an addict and-“
House trapped Cuddy’s eyes and stepped closer.
“It’s not something آپ should be concerned about.”
Cuddy leaned on the دیوار and taking advantage of her action House stepped closer. Their eyes were fighting and Cuddy’s were losing, so she waved her white flag سے طرف کی looking away.
“Why don’t آپ mind about yourself? That psychic is right, you-you are- just-jut too vain.”
House stepped closer not really knowing why. His body was forcing him to be closer to her.
Cuddy breathed, that سوال made her nervous and breathing his scent even more. It was a sweet and rough scent, it made her feel like taking him right there but she breathed again turning her head to the side to get some fresh air. She moved herself from the دیوار and stood straight, leaving few inches between his lips and hers.
She snapped back to reality. She nodded and began her way to the elevators.
“She likes you.” House jumped at the voice.
The Psych was standing اگلے to the glass door. The tall teenager had witnessed the entire scene. House felt exposed.
“You shouldn’t be standing.”
“Neither should آپ but that doesn’t stop you, so why not? If I look strong enough it doesn’t matter right?”
She walked till she was in front of him.
“Do آپ like her?”
“It’s irrelevant. We have to run some tests.”
“Why do آپ think I have cancer? Who’s Wilson?”
“Some pervert oncologist. Mind walking?”
“Not at all.”
And so they walked with their own pace. The Psych asking questions, House deflecting the جوابات and them getting to know each other better.
They walked their way to a road close to friendship but this road didn’t have a name since, how can آپ be دوستوں with yourself?
she missed him.....she couldn't live without him...she missed his eyes, his smile, and him holding onto her and never letting go.....but he was gone...forever.
she whispered to herself: "i wish آپ were here....to touch my hand and beg for me back...i look in the mirror and see your face....i have terrible nightmares about you....i want to live, i want to breathe, your taking over me. i'll always believe in you...i'll give up everything just to find you. have آپ forgotten all i know, and all we've had? if i changed.....i knew you'd love me then....hopefully آپ wont take over me before i go insane.."
she whispered to herself: "i wish آپ were here....to touch my hand and beg for me back...i look in the mirror and see your face....i have terrible nightmares about you....i want to live, i want to breathe, your taking over me. i'll always believe in you...i'll give up everything just to find you. have آپ forgotten all i know, and all we've had? if i changed.....i knew you'd love me then....hopefully آپ wont take over me before i go insane.."
Okay, hi, my name is obviously Lena. I have been writting a fanfic for two years now. It is a House fanfic, but it is very depressing and people die. Lot's of people. Also since we don't have lot of background stories on some of the characters I made some up that are probably really far off, but interesting and they serve to make a point. In the beginning the characters are a lot younger. Cuddy is 18. I know, no one could ever be a dean at 18, but the story covers a span of 33 years so I had to make them young. If آپ would like me to کریں شائع it please comment. Thank you. =)