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I don’t own House and Santa says he’s unfamiliar with intellectual property rights so that’s a dead end too. I won’t give up.


Letting Go
Act Two

FADE IN

The tennis ball flew up in the sky. Reaching its apex it began to fall back down. House watched it carefully, prepared to catch it with his right hand as his left hand let go of another tennis ball. A third ball took its turn into the sky.
    “Okay,” House said quietly. “When I say go.” He caught the first ball. “Go!”
    At the word, Chase let go of the ball he had in his hand, arching...

Wilson drove Cuddy back to her house few blocks away from Mayfield Psychiatric Hospital. They were silent since they left the ground of the institution as they took the highway with moderate to heavy traffic. She was looking outside, with eyes quite watery, when he turned to look at her. He sighed and put his gaze back to the road.
Wilson: Feeling okay?
Cuddy looked at him and tried to smile.
Cuddy: I am…
Wilson made a quick glance at her before both of them looked at the road and cars ahead of them.
Wilson: The coma… It wasn’t House’s request, was it?
Cuddy: He asked me what I wanted for...