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This is scene four of Part 1. As always please comment. =) Enjoy.
The next day…
A soft knock interrupted Sarah’s research. Words could not describe how annoyed she was as she looked at her watch. It was 6:41a.m. She didn’t have any patients until 8:00. So who the hell was bothering her? She had a good idea as to who. Part of her did not want to answer the door. Part of her wanted to ignore her best friend, her best friend who had somehow found out about the antidepressants she had been on four years ago, her best friend who had used that knowledge against her. But her best friend would never do such things. Her best friend was dead, shattered into a million tiny pieces never to be repaired. All that was left was the shell that used to contain her and a composition of fear and agony and apparently anger. Sarah had always known that it would ultimately be Cuddy who would destroy Cuddy. That didn’t make it any less upsetting. Cuddy stood outside the door waiting for Sarah to answer, wondering if she would even answer. Cuddy felt terrible about what she had said, she hadn’t intended to say that. She hadn’t intended to be so mean, but everything was...
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This is scene 3 of Part 1. Hope you like it. Please comment =)
Sarah did not hear the soft footsteps enter her lab. She was running tests on several of her patients and listening to her Ipod. When she could, she preferred to drown out the rest of the world and work in solitude. Suddenly one of her headphones was yanked from her ear, catching her so off guard that she fell out of her favorite spinning chair.
“Damn it House, don’t do that,” she admonished as she got up and turned off her Ipod.
“You should work on being a little less skittish, especially since you’re about as graceful as a drunk on roller-skates.”
“Did you need something?”
“I got Cuddys’ medical history.”
“You won over the Iraqi government?”
“She told me.”
“Huh, I guess she does value her life. In any case she’s not dying.”
“You have her test results already?”
“Yup, but first I would like you to divulge her medical history.”
“When she was a month old Sharon took her to a doctor to have her killed. Cuddy believes they used botulinum toxin.”
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As some of you may know, I’ve been going on about the ‘perfect song’ for a fic but never got round to writing one due to the damn writer’s block! But I have now managed to finish it. Finally. So enjoy, and let me know what you think! =]
One shot. Song lyrics in italics. Set in S5.
House
Sitting in his office, a lonely soul, wondering what went wrong. She was there for him, the only one sitting beside his bed. The reason why Wilson wasn’t there, he could understand, although he still expected him to forgive him sooner, being Wilson and all. But that didn’t quite work out the way he hoped. He wanted him to punch him, get his anger out, so they could be best friends again. He missed him. He put on the facade of not giving a damn about who was there and who wasn’t, although he did wonder where his old ducklings were, as well as the new. None of them were there when he woke up. Only Cuddy, holding onto his hand as if her life depended on it. And he let her hold on, because he needed to know that someone does care.
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