Jennifer Morrison at the Padres Contra El Cancer Annual Stand for Hope 5K Run Walk, Rose Bowl

Author’s Notes: By request; the second chapter of Holding On!

Still not sure about the lifespan of this thing… oh well: enjoy it while it’s there!

Fighting Chance.

House was sitting on his bed with a vacant stare in his eyes… Wilson had thrown all the knives out and the gun had found its place in the trashcan as well, but none of it seemed to bother House: maybe he really wasn’t desperate…

‘No. He was… he tried to kill himself.’ And Wilson was still certain of that as he leant against the wall opposite to his seemingly suicidal friend:

“How’s your leg?”

House shrugged, indifferent...

This is my fanfic that I've been working on for the past week.I made the characters way out of character.This is a Huddy/Hameron/Wameron/Wuddy fanfic.(Don't kill me Immunity!)

The sun was just going down.The reds,oranges,yellows mixed in with the purples of the night.Lisa Cuddy was in her office working up a storm.Everybody in the hospital was leaving for the party that Cuddy had planned for everybody.At noon she picked up her long cherry red dress,it had a plunging neck line,and black stilettos.They all lied on her couch in her office."Dr.Cuddy,aren't you coming to the party?" asked Allison...

So I have 3 good plots and I can't pick which one should be continued so this is the first option:

Wilson knocked on the door... he knew House wasn't obligated to let him in at all; that, as a matter of fact, House probably wouldn't let him in... but he tried none the less, because there were things he had to say... because he was Wilson and Wilson never left.
"I know you're in there... look, I have to tell you something: I'm sorry."

"Since when is that good enough?" House whispered... a bullet was staring at him from the barrel of a gun... people often wondered what the exact last thoughts of...