Just the Good Days (L)

It's New Year's Eve and they agreed to spend that night at Lisa’s sister's. House is not very sure about it, but he is still working on trying to make their first Christmas holidays together the best ones. They have dinner with Julia and some friends and they keep talking and joking for a while. House and Cuddy have a moment alone and talk.
‘Are you having fun? Are you already tired?’ Asks Lisa to her boyfriend.
‘Yeah, I'm fine... I'm a bit tired but we can stay here if you want.’
‘We can stay for a while if you're comfortable with these people.’
‘Yeah, yeah... I'm okay...’
‘Okay.’...

It was strange to her, why she was beginning to think about him, in more of a liking way. Of course, she liked him, even though he bugged the living hell out of her some days, but it was more than a friendship liking. Yes, her plan was to meet him, to study him, because lunatics interested her. But, she thought he’d never be more than a study for her. And, she thought wrong.
    “I’m trying to work on a paper. What do you want?”
She glances up from her studies, as he walks in the lounge of the university.
“Whatcha workin’ on?”
“Work.”
She gives an ‘obviously’...

It’s a rare thing to see Cuddy give a genuine smile in an episode of House, which is why it was pretty much incredible to see her give three all in the space of Adverse Events. And yes, I can hear you saying they weren’t directed to House and this is the Huddy Spot, but bear with me for a moment. It's relevant to the Huddyness. ;)

Whilst I was writing this, I saw a comment that bainmoussant posted on another article in which she said that Cuddy, instead of dating “successful, suit-wearing, clean-shaved guys” would rather go out with more “fun, laidback guys, like Lucas”…and which...

Chapter 15: sometimes I think I’m evil, but I hope you’ll forgive me. Enjoy this new chapter, and sorry if it’s short, next one is almost over.


The room is dark, there is no noise, only her breath drills the silence. MacEnzie feels weird, a little dizzy. Suddenly, she moves in the bed, he roots to the spot, but phew! It was a false alarm, she still sleeps. She’s so beautiful, simply breathtaking, he thinks and nears her very slowly, he doesn’t want her to wake up. His blood runs faster in his body, his heart beats faster in his chest. He sits down in the bed next to her and remains...

A story focusing on the soon to be Huddy sex for "Under My Skin". Basically, what's going down in his bedroom. *Wink* *Wink*.

Warning: If you do not like smut, then don't read this.


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"I always want to kiss you." Kept ringing through her head, as her back was pressed against his solid white closet door. She breathed heavily, lingering away from his face, a few inches, as their lips had stopped battling. His pale blue eyes, stared into her's, with mischief, at every inch. At that moment, she felt the rough palm of his right hand, sprawled across her right...

NOTE: This fanfic is rated M due to violence and mildly graphic rape. Sorry under 15's.


The familiar crashing of my office doors once again startled me. There stood the man that I hated, yet somehow loved. My heart lept hysterically. My face burnt red from anger. I looked up to see a man holding a gun to his head.
It all happened so fast from there.
The gunman punched and then ordered Gregory House to shut and lock my door as well as closing all the blinds to my office. I was confused as to why the gunman had chosen my office.
He spoke, or should I say, he yelled, "Are you Doctor Lisa Cuddy!?"
I...

Hey guys, thanks for all your comments and stuff!!! :P Here's the last part to the mini series... :) ENJOY!!!

I returned to work after a week of home recovery, as did House. BUt his week off was spent at my house looking after me. I didn't want to use my office, for fear of the memories that would bubble up, so I asked Wilson if I could use his, he said no because he had mountains of work, I asked House, who, unlike Wilson, had said yes!
Over 4 weeks House and my relationship escalated. He had offered to take me out as soon as my casts had come of.
'SHIT! THAT'S TONIGHT!' I thought to myself.
I...

I woke up a week later in my own bed. I must've been in a coma, but I don't know how. I looked at my left arm and it had, indeed, been broken. On further inspection of my body I found bruises to my arms, waist, breasts and whilst I had been unconcious, my leg must've also been broken.
I saw a wheelchair next to my bed and wondered what it was there for and then it hit me: One arm and One leg.
As I tried getting myself into the wheelchair, I heard the farmiliar footstep down my hallway. It was the limp that belonged to House.
I looked at him as tears flooded my eyes, I outstretched my arm for comfort...