*THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR SEASON 5*

I have always loved the interactions between House's other halves, یا Wilson and Cuddy. It has always fascinated me to see how the people who House has let into his life deal with that very heavy burden and the resulting impact on their lives. I started this مضمون based around the idea of what the OT3 (House, Cuddy and Wilson) do for each other and found myself writing a Wuddy مضمون much easier than an OT3 article. It is a relationship that is under-rated and is often overlooked since it is only a foundation relationship for the show. But never-the-less...

I hate feeling like this, I so tired of trying to fight this...I'm asleep and all I dream of is waking up to you...Please tell me that آپ will listen, because your touch is what I'm missing...And the مزید I hide, the مزید I realize...All I want is you...

"So, Lisa, what do آپ do for a living?" The man sitting opposite Lisa Cuddy was 40-something, intelligent, cute a lover a ballroom dance and stable. Everything she should have wanted, but for some reason, she didn't.
"Well, I'm Dean of Medicine at Princeton Plainsbrough Teaching Hospital." She took another sip of her mineral water. She knew...

And maybe tonight...Maybe I'll fall...Maybe he'll crash through my wall..Maybe at last, love will come back, and take me deep into his arms...Maybe tonight he'll finally fall in love with me...

Cuddy lay in bed. Unable to sleep, she saw the digital clock beisde her بستر tick over. 4:45am. Early. Very Early. But she couldn't sleep. It was like she was haunted سے طرف کی him. His smile, his warm touch, his gentle words. James Wilson. His name rolled softly into her mind. She rolled onto her side, thinknig of him. The گزشتہ day, he had sat with her. Eating a ham and mustard sandich, they just sat....

And I'd give up forever to touch you, cause I know that آپ feel me somehow...You're the closest thing to heaven that I'll ever be...And I don't want to go ہوم right now

James Wilson sat at his office, fiddling with a pen. It was late and he could hear the footsteps of the lone night nurse pacing up and down the hallway. He cradled his head in his hands, deep in thought. He thought about all the times she had been there for him and when he had been there for her...

He thought about their first date, how awkward he had felt in her presence, but also how hopeful he had been. Hopeful that she would...