This is my first attempt at House fan fiction.

I'd love to get some tips on how to improve my writing. XDD

Basically, House is practising his rubber band firing skills, with Cuddy's backside as his target.

One shot.
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The art of rubber band flicking takes a considerable amount of skill. Not only must one have already mastered the precise finger techniques of firing a rubber band, but one must also take into consideration a number of variable factors including wind velocity, the elasticity of the rubber band and especially the location and size of the target.

Luckily for Dr. Gregory House, the location and size of his target were reasonably favourable in his set of circumstances. A practised rubber band shooter always knows that a larger target makes a better target. And in Gregory House’s case, the target he was shooting at was exceptionally large.

Dr. Lisa Cuddy’s ass might have not been the conventional form of target, but that fact really didn’t bother House. Unconventional was his middle name.

House repositioned himself in the clinic waiting room chair, flexing his fingers. He had been observing his target for the last half an hour. Technically he was actually supposed to be working in the clinic, but his rubber band flicking skills had needed sharpening. And out of clinic duty and rubber band shooting practise, rubber band shooting always takes priority.

Cuddy on the other hand, had actually been doing her job. For the past hour, she had been discussing patient care at the nurse’s station with a number of nurses.

Within this time, House had been able to set up his elastic band firing range. His range consisted of five rubber bands, which had been stolen from Cuddy’s office, and an extra large rubber band, which had coincidentally also been stolen from Cuddy’s office.

House cracked his knuckles, and conducted a number of warm up finger exercises. His fingers had to be in peak condition in order for his rubber band to hit the target. Out of the corner of his eye, House saw Cuddy bend over to pick up a file that had fallen from the Nurse’s station.

This was the moment he had been waiting for.

Carefully, House placed the extra large rubber band on his finger and pulled back. It was although it happened in slow motion. House let go of the rubber band, and it flew through the air, in a perfect projectile arch. It was sure to hit the target. House’s fists were clenched, and his eyes didn’t move off the rubber band. A bead of sweat slid down the side of his concentrated face.
At the last split second Cuddy moved, leaning over to grab a pen. Cuddy’s head turned as she saw the rubber band fly past her, slamming into the wall.
The agony was unbearable. House placed his head in his hands, finding it difficult to accept the result. He groaned loudly, unable to contain his disappointment. He had failed. It had been going so well. He had shot the rubber band with amazing velocity and precision, it seemed impossible that it would miss the target.

Cuddy turned to look at House, her eyebrows raised. For a second House looked up from his hands, his blue eyes meeting her grey eyes.

For a moment it was like magic.

It is often quoted that the eyes are the window to the human soul. Whether it is actually true or not, well, that’s a totally different matter within itself.

House and Cuddy’s eyes were locked, neither person concerned in breaking the contact. To most people, House’s eyes showed disappointment. It would only take the most observant to see the slight flicker of attraction in his eyes. Lisa Cuddy just happened to be one of those people.

Eventually, Cuddy smiled and looked away. She picked the rubber band off the ground, and twirled it with her fingers. She walked off to her office, leaving House with a some what dissatisfied look upon his face.

House sighed, leaning back in his chair. There was always next time.