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posted by huddy_aimee
hey, this is a oneshot, I wont explain to آپ what its about because I want it to be a surprise…hoping for lots and lots of reviews!!! anyway, short authors note, and I will be updating my other fics soon…
read and review (fanpoppers, RATE!!!)
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-The Last Page-
    An office was all she had to دکھائیں for her life’s achievements. It had her history recorded in it since she had finished up at university. Her name was plastered across the door, but that didn’t mean the office would be hers forever. She could be fired, she could retire یا she could just drop from the face of the earth in the blink of an eye. If this was all she had accomplished, she knew she wouldn’t be remembered; there would be nothing left.
    As she sat in this big office, she ran her hands along the ڈیسک on of her employees had pulled out of storage for her. She smiled weakly as the tears began to fall. She looked out her office door and into the clinic; her eyes brushing past the ‘Dr. Lisa Cuddy’ on her door. She looked back down when her eyes locked on that employee who got her desk. Her eyes fell to the folder, spread out over the desk. He tears fell harder.
    Opening the سب, سب سے اوپر right hand drawer, she sifted through her papers before coming to the small, black and white picture of two people. She smiled again, still teary eyed, and closed her drawer; تصویر in hand. Gently caressing it, she began muttering something to herself before she couldn’t hold back her tears and they just fell. She flipped the تصویر over, looking at the two signatures, the تاریخ and the words written on it.
    She couldn’t take it; putting her head onto her desk, she wrapped her arms around her stomach. For years she had kept her feelings at bay, not letting anything slip; not she regretted it her actions. Her body began shaking as her sobs became audible. A knocking at the window caused Cuddy to sniff, wipe her nose on the back of her hand and look up.
     She saw his face pressed up against the glass pane of the door. She didn’t want to deal with this right now. Standing from behind her desk, she put the folder away and picked up her جیکٹ off the کوٹ rack, pushing the door open as her went.
    He stood back, looking genuinely confused. Before she could go any further, something wrapped around her wrist.
“Not now, House,” she کہا quietly, avoiding his gaze.
    He didn’t let go and wasn’t intending on, either. Leading the way back into her office, he pleaded with her to talk. She was stubborn. She sat, but didn’t talk. House sat اگلے to her as she started to cry again. He wasn’t in the mood for his sarcastic remarks یا cynical comments; he just wanted to find out why Cuddy was so distraught. His دل overpowered his brain and he reached over her and pulled her closer to him.
“What’s wrong, Lisa?” he spoke. Using her first name was his way of letting her know he was there to help.
    She didn’t respond she just leaned into his chest; the occasional sound of sniffles and deep breaths breaking the silence that enveloped them.
    Cuddy had calmed down slightly and she pulled back from him, looking deep into his eyes. She saw no mock یا game in that blue ocean, only sadness, sympathy and love. She hugged up to his chest once more, this time inhaling his scent; she knew all to well she wouldn’t have very much time left to savour it. House pressed a kiss to the سب, سب سے اوپر of her head, waiting for the silence to begin again.
    Then, out of no where, Cuddy mumbled, “I’m dying,”
    It had taken some time to process what Cuddy had said. ‘I’m dying,’ kept circling his mind; the barriers surrounding his thoughts instantly shot up. He didn’t want to believe it.
“Let’s get آپ home,” he whispered. She was still snuggled into him, but slowly allowed herself to peel from the warmth.
    As they walked out into the clinic, Cuddy wrapped her arms around House’s stomach and buried her face into his shoulder. As they continued, people stopped and stared as their Dean of Medicine was lead out سے طرف کی the misanthropic diagnostician. He tried not to pay attention to them as his arm wrapped around her shoulders and his thumb began rubbing circles on the سب, سب سے اوپر of her arm.
    When out in the car park, House convinced Cuddy that she was in no state to drive; so he took her home. The drive was quiet as Cuddy stared out the window trying to imprint every last detail into her mind; she had a new found respect for the things she lived with every day.
“So what is it?” he asked gently.
Cuddy sighed. “Lung cancer,” she spoke, quietly.
House’s دل fell.
“It’s metastasised to both lungs,” she continued; her voice starting to break. “We caught it too late. It’s predicted I only have two months – if that,”
House cringed at the pain his body was feeling. His دل had plummeted through the earths crust and was being burnt in the hot core.
“I’m sorry,” he said, fighting the urge to do something stupid.
“It’s okay; I should’ve told آپ earlier. I pleaded with Wilson not to tell you. I was being irrational,”
House shook his head, making a right turn. “You did what آپ thought was best –“
Cuddy interrupted him. “- but it was wrong. I shouldn’t have done it,”
    She began sobbing again as House pulled into her driveway. House flicked off the ignition and got out, opening Cuddy’s door on the way around.
“Thankyou,” she whispered.
    House pulled her chin up, she saw the love and pain he felt flash through his eyes. He pressed his lips to hers gently before pulling away and limping to the front door. He wasn’t leaving anytime soon.
*** huddyaimee ***
    The weeks went سے طرف کی fast and eventually the cancer became too much for her to handle on her own; she passed out after getting up one morning. She was admitted to her own hospital and was دیا a private room on the oncology ward. She had specifically requested no medication when she was diagnosed with cancer; she just wanted to let the cancer run its course. She didn’t want to prolong her suffering and the side effects of hair-loss, tiredness and a weak immune system didn’t tickle her fancy. House was good to her; he never left her side. He cared deeply about her and she did too.
    Cuddy had sat up late one night, staring at House as he slept اگلے to her in the chair provided. She smiled. Reaching into the bedside drawers, she pulled out a little black journal and a pen. She had recorded everything in that book.
    Funny; as she opened the book, she found that she was on the last page. She smiled again. Maybe this was a way of knowing that it was her last; the last page in her life. Picking up the pen she began to write; becoming weaker as she went.
    17/05/2010, 0318am
Here I am on my last page; it must be telling me that my time’s almost up. House is still اگلے to me and I am grateful. I know now that he does care about me as I care about him. I hope that there is an afterlife; maybe he could find me when he passes on and we can truly be together. I can feel myself getting weaker, now; but I don’t want to think about that right now. I want House to read this, I really do. I don’t think he realised how much I loved him. I tried to stay سے طرف کی his side through thick and thin; I loved our banter, it made me smile; I love that he only really paid any attention to me; I am grateful that he had helped me through the past ماہ and a half.
And Wilson, how could I forget him? He was like a giant teddy – so loveable and cuddly. He was one of my best friends. There are very few words to describe him and it would take to long. Judging سے طرف کی the amount of paper I have left means I think my time is coming.
So, let me say on my last few lines of my life; Greg House, آپ are a man who completes me. I love آپ with all my دل and I hope آپ do too. James Wilson, آپ were like my brother; آپ gave me great advice, always tried to play matchmaker and always brought a smile to my face.
I love آپ both and will miss آپ terribly.
Goodbye.
Lisa.
xx

    She smiled one last time before her last breath escaped her lips and she slipped into a never ending unconsciousness. House woke as the long beep emitted from her monitors flat lined. He sprang up and looked at her, cupping her face. She had a small smile stretched on her now limp features. House tried to contain himself, but he couldn’t. Tears soon slid down his aged face.
“LISA!” he yelled, hoping something would bring her back. He wasn’t thinking straight; he’s a doctor, he knows آپ can’t yell at a patient and instantly bring them back. “Lisa,” he کہا مزید weakly as he collapsed on the floor in an emotional wreck.
    The nurses ran to the room upon hearing House’s yell and the flat-line. The nurses looked at House on the floor. Unplugging her monitors and writing on her charts, they decided it would be best if they just left him alone.
    House stood up and caressed her pale face; deep in his heart, he just wanted her to open her eyes and pull him into a big embrace, but he knew in reality it would never happen. He leaned down and pressed one last kiss to her lips. They were still warm, but he knew that they would soon cool. He picked up the journal on her lap and read the last page.
    His tears began to flow مزید freely and he went to stand back over her body. He took a hand in his and squeezed whilst looking down at her. “I loved آپ too,” he said, pulling the blanket over her. “And I will miss آپ forever. Lisa, آپ were the only one for me. I’m just sorry I never got to tell you.”

~FIN~

hate it یا love it??? sorry it was a little sad. to tell آپ the truth, I actually cried whilst writing this fic. im thinking of doing a sequel which is the pages of her journal – do آپ want me to do one?
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posted by ValkyrieOfDeath
:: 2. chapter of All alone. ::


House went up to his office. He made sure all his tears were wiped off before he walked out the door from the observation gallery. Still, people could see he'd be crying. His eyes were red and sore, but nobody شدہ تبصرہ it. They left him alone. Everybody knew Wilson just died. He was allowed to cry; even Dr. Sarcastic was allowed to cry when his best friend just died.

He was sitting in his comfortable chair, staring at his desk. His mind was in a whole other place.
House was sitting سے طرف کی his friend Wilson, on his couch. They were watching a bad movie and they were...
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posted by HugeEgoSorry
House met up with Wilson one afternoon in Mayfield. He was still wearing a hospital گاؤن, gown and was seated on a rock under a درخت while looking at the ground and was playing with the nearby weed. Wilson was standing, his back facing his friend, and was watching some psych patient roam around in another ground across them.
House: She cried in front of me…
Wilson sighed and faced his friend who eventually met his stare but was still playing with the weed.
Wilson: She was scared…
House: I already told آپ not to bring her back here…
Wilson: I can’t be with her 24 hours a day. I do have my practice,...
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posted by HugeEgoSorry
Wilson and Cuddy found themselves in front of Foreman in Cuddy's office one afternoon. Foreman was being curious and suspicious as to where House really is.
Cuddy: We already told you, House is out the case this time.
Foreman: How come he's out?! The patient needs his diagnostics skill یا he'll die!
Cuddy: I’m sure he will and we will avoid that سے طرف کی آپ doing a lumbar ---
Foreman: A lumbar puncture? We already did and it came back negative. ---- Something's going on and we know it's not right and damn with the idea that you're not telling it to us!
Wilson: Foreman...
Foreman looked at Wilson as...
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At the end of the day, he’d solved the case fairly quickly and was so eager to see ‘his’ woman. The woman? Her name was Dr Lisa Cuddy. Yes, his boss. Yes, someone he teased endlessly. He couldn’t get her out of his head. Everywhere he looked, she was there. Everything seemed to remind him of her. Every time a woman spoke, he heard her voice instead. Heck, it even happened when Wilson spoke to him that day. Of course, Wilson was rather shocked, and perhaps a little disturbed, سے طرف کی the way House was looking at him. But House didn’t make any snide remarks about the confused look on his...
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The اگلے day, Lisa feels much better and Lucas comes to visit her.
‘Hi!’ Says Cuddy opening the door.
‘Hi! How are آپ feeling ?’
‘Much better, thanks.’
‘I've brought something special to you.’ He gives her a box of chocolates and she takes it.
‘Wow, thank you, but Lucas, I’ve been sick, I can’t really eat chocolates...’
‘I know, I know, they are for when آپ feel better, that’s why I’ve also brought this.’ He gives her a rose and Lisa blushes a bit while she takes it. ‘Thanks.’ She smiles and gives him a quick kiss on his lips.
‘You're welcome.’ He approaches...
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posted by Irene3691
House and Cuddy get to the hotel. ‘Here we are.’
‘Wow! Have آپ ever been here?’
‘Well, a few days...’
She didn’t need to ask more, she knew it was with Stacy. ‘Well, okay... we go in?’
‘Sure.’
They go in and approach to the receptionist, who is typing on the computer. ‘Good evening, we’d like to book a double room.’
‘Sure. Could آپ tell me your name, please? And how many days do آپ want to book the room?’
‘Gregory House. Days...’ He looks at Lisa. ‘How many days do we have?’
‘Hmmm I-I don’t know, we could stay here about four nights.’
House nods and turns...
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Wilson's Place-
Today there was going to be a fundraiser at the hospital, one of House's least پسندیدہ things اگلے to clinic duty. Cuddy was forcing Wilson to make House wear a suit to fit the theme. "Fix your tie. Your going to look like Lou Costello." "Maybe I want to look like Lou Costello," کہا House while fixing his tie.
"What exactly is the theme?" "I'm not supposed to tell you." This either meant It was a surprise, یا House wouldn't like it. Besides, the only way it could be a surprise was if they turned the hospital into a strip club.
Cuddy's Place-
"Are آپ sure your not coming?"...
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posted by HugeEgoSorry
سے طرف کی اگلے day, Wilson burst in Pitt’s office and walked straight to the doctor’s بوربان, برباون table. Pitt looked at him as he poured liquid into two empty shot glasses with eyes bloodshot red from silent crying. The oncologist walked over to him and gave the other glass before taking his نشست and sipping from him scotch. Wilson wasn’t meeting Pitt’s gaze as he twirl his glass.
Pitt: Any reason to celebrate?
Wilson shook his head and stood up and walked a few steps away as he looked outside with both hands in his side pockets before giving a heavy sigh.
Wilson: I’m giving up…
Pitt as well...
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posted by lizzie22xo
The moon beat down on one of the foggy windows in his non-lit bedroom. The alarm clock beside his bed, showed 2:24 A.M., though, he was not in his bed. He wasn't watching porn on his computer, یا passed out on the سوفی, لٹانا from watching the "The L Word." Actually he wasn't in his apartment at all. Instead he was of doing those things at this time at night, he did something else, on accident.
His cold, lifeless body lay there, in his cream colored chair in the corner of his office. The اگلے دن had come, it was around 7 O'clock in the morning when Foreman had found his body.
"House?" He shook him...
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posted by peoplesuck
all right. Here goes nothing. These are the first ten pages of the prologue, which I am still typing. Please review, be honest. Thanks =)


Prologue
The American Dream
July 24th, 2028

    There are two types of people in the world: Those who see the world as the mire of despair that it is and those who see it as they think it should be, perfect and full of love. Lisa Cuddy, sometimes known as Cuddy, was one of those hopeless optimists, disillusioned into thinking that if she tried hard enough she could make the world a better place. She was not naïve; she was well aware that...
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Ok so this is a fanfiction about House/ Wilson friendship and Huddy, but I'm not really sure.
English is not my first language so please be gentle if I make mistakes...
Btw I think it doesn't have sense..



"3 OF DIAMONDS"


"Damn Wilson, آپ won...."


Here they were, House and Wilson playing some kind of stupid game just because House was getting bored.

House.

This smart پچھواڑے, گدا decided to play a new game with Wilson, somehing like strip poker(well, not so much of poker, but I can't say the same thing about the strip part)just to make Wilson feel uncomfortable.If he won, Wilson had to give him 1000...
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