"Pain. A feeling we all encounter at some point in our lives, whether we like it or not. We benefit from it, and we have our disadvantages.
Pain, can be a teacher. It can be full of discipline.
Pain, can be a friend. When you think, you have no one to turn to.
Pain, can oddly be a comfort. To those who truly need it.
Pain, can be many things. But the most common form that I have seen it as, is a strengthener. As strange as it seems, I have seen it, strengthen people, for the better."
-James Evan Wilson
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House was on the freeway, twenty, maybe thirty minutes away. With one hand at the twelve o'clock position, he changed from lane to lane, thinking about only one thing--or person, you could say.
He looked like he was thinking as he glared out onto the road. He seemed, focused. What that was, was still in question.
Eventually, House pulled up into a Marriott parking lot, and parked his car in the first handicap space he could find. He got out, being wary of his leg, and went for his duffel bag in the trunk, then entered.
As soon as he walked in, the woman running the front desk immediately started talking to him.
"Dr. House?"
"Obviously."
"I have your room key all set for you."
"Is this free?"
"No, this is courtesy of Dr. Yvenstier. He's paid for all your expenses. You're in room 246."
He limped awkwardly up to the desk to receive his card, and nodded at her and began to walk out of the lobby. He passed through the halls and met an elevator. He went directly in, and went for the second floor. Within minutes he found his room, and entered, then collapsed on his bed to rest after tossing his duffel bag onto the couch. Reaching into his pocket, he snatched out his phone to check the time. Ten passed eleven. Then he saw a missed alert and then checked to see what it was.
Cuddy:
====================
U there yet? Call me
as soon as you get
there and in your
room.
====================
10:57pm Wed, July 2
He snickered at her concern, and called her up. It rang a few times before she answered.
"Hello?"
"You really found it necessary to send that?"
"It's me House, of course it is."
"Why do you still call him House? In all my years knowing you two, you've never called him by Greg."
"Neither have you."
"Whose that in the background?"
"Wilson."
"You've called, everyone by their first name at least ONCE. But, not House. Never House."
"Shut up Wilson."
"You don't have to call me Greg. I find it--unnecessary."
"And you'd hate it anyway."
"You've called Cameron, Allison, Chase, Robert, Foreman, Eric, Thirteen, Remy, you even called her by her real last name Hadley. I'm not sure about Taub though. Have you?"
"Shut up Wilson."
"See the piece of work you get stuck with when I'm gone?"
"Yeah. For once, I've learned to appreciate your narcissism and sarcasm."
"Ha."
"So what you up to over there?"
"I am at a club, and I have the sexiest stripper alive, on my lap."
"I find that hard to believe."
"Because you trust me?"
"No, because first of all, the sexiest stripper alive is me, and I haven't put on a show for you yet."
"Well--technically you have. In a fantasy-hallucination scenario."
"When?"
"Remember the accident? How I busted up my head?"
"Yeah..."
"Remember when--let's make this easier, remember when I threw up on your shoes?"
"After your bath? Yeah."
"In the bath, we had a differential--while you stripped."
"But?"
"But what? What else is there more to that? Or are you talking about your ass?"
"Are you drunk or something?"
"No, I slipped him some meds."
"Oh."
"But, right when that glorious moment came for the garments to come off--you ended it."
"Figures. Dating or not, if we needed to solve a differential, we would solve that differential."
"How did you know there was a 'but'?"
"There's always a catch."
"Yeah. Well, I'm going to go head down to MTH. You go deal with speed boy over there, and I'll call you later."
"Right. Talk to you later. Love you."
"Love you too."
He hung up, and smiled, but before heading down to MTH, he decided to take a walk through the city.
---
Fifteen minutes later 11:35 a.m.
House limped through the streets of Manhattan, looking through all the windows and corner shops around. It was a perfect day to be walking. The sun was perfectly over the city, basking in its glory as all the citizens walked through the streets.
Despite all their presence, House, felt so alone.
He took long strides in the center of the crowd that was slowly swallowing him. He had on his usual angered face, squinted eyes, and a steady grin. But he was hidden beneath the crowd, as if he was hiding. But he eventually broke from the crowd, and shifted to the side, where he found his attention elsewhere--through a window. He quickly past through a group of people, and made his way inside.
---
Hours later at Manhattan Teaching Hospital 4:47 p.m.
House was sitting in the corner, away from everyone else in the drug trials. Meeting with Dr. Yvenstier had already been done, and now he had no pleasure in actually participating in the drug trials. And one person to notice this came over to him, and tried some conversation.
"Dr. House?"
"Diagnostician at your service." he said sarcastically.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Jillian Kingston?"
"Doesn't ring a bell."
"It shouldn't. To you at least."
"Nice to meet you." After her remark, he became interested.
"I'm a friend of Dr. Yvenstier. I'm a psychologist."
"That benefits me how?"
"You need help don't you?"
"How do you know I need help."
"Doesn't everyone need a little help with themselves?" Even doctors like you?"
"Granted. What's my problem then, cause well--I don't have a clue."
"By the way you're sitting and your stare alone tell me already that you're troubled."
"Personal problems."
"There are never just personal problems between a psychologist and their patients."
"Okay then, I'm uncomfortable with the size of my penis. I find it way too large for my liking."
"Point taken. This seems like a serious problem however."
"The penis thing or my actual problem?"
"I can go at this all day House. You might as well tell me what your problem is."
"Why."
"Because."
"Seriously, why do I need to tell you? I'm sure I didn't ask for help. I'm sure I didn't confront you with my problem, whether or not I have one, and why have you come over to me in the first place?"
"Why, you got a girlfriend? Doubt it, but I'm taking a shot here."
"Yeah."
"She mean a lot to you?"
"Certainly."
"How sick is she?"
"Healthier than ever."
"Cancer?"
"Lung."
"Terminal? See, just by you responding stupid answers, I can figure you out. Your statement, asking me why I came over, shows that you're protecting yourself and you get defensive. Saying she meant a lot to you means the problem was with her, and exactly how you said it, defines that she's sick. You defending that she's healthier than ever, proves that you're saying the opposite meaning, she's sicker than ever and the fact that you said ever, reflects life, saying that she's sick and her life is on the line. So? Cancer, and its terminal and you filled in all the other blanks."
"Well done Kingston."
"I try my best."
"I left her behind to go to this damn thing."
"If you didn't want to go, and you went anyways--she made you?"
"Yeah."
"Can't stop worrying or thinking about her?"
"Nope."
"I see. Well, is she in good care?"
"I hope so. Otherwise she's damned for sure."
"Then why worry? You not being there to save her from death scares you? Do you think that if you're not there, something will automatically happen to her?"
"Yes."
"Why do you believe so?"
His pager went off. He looked down, and then looked back up at Kingston.
"Well, to answer all three of your questions: One, I worry, because I love her. I am capable of that emotion by the way. Two, it does scare me that I'm not there to save her. Because, not only can I not save her, but goodbyes are left unsaid. And three, I'm always right, cause that page told me she's having a heart attack so, give my regards to Yvenstier and my apologies for my early departure. Good talking Kingston. Keep in touch."
She looked at him in shock as he got up, and began limping out of there over to his car. He revved up the engine and headed straight for the freeway, without returning to the hotel and without even a glance back.
Pain, can be a teacher. It can be full of discipline.
Pain, can be a friend. When you think, you have no one to turn to.
Pain, can oddly be a comfort. To those who truly need it.
Pain, can be many things. But the most common form that I have seen it as, is a strengthener. As strange as it seems, I have seen it, strengthen people, for the better."
-James Evan Wilson
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House was on the freeway, twenty, maybe thirty minutes away. With one hand at the twelve o'clock position, he changed from lane to lane, thinking about only one thing--or person, you could say.
He looked like he was thinking as he glared out onto the road. He seemed, focused. What that was, was still in question.
Eventually, House pulled up into a Marriott parking lot, and parked his car in the first handicap space he could find. He got out, being wary of his leg, and went for his duffel bag in the trunk, then entered.
As soon as he walked in, the woman running the front desk immediately started talking to him.
"Dr. House?"
"Obviously."
"I have your room key all set for you."
"Is this free?"
"No, this is courtesy of Dr. Yvenstier. He's paid for all your expenses. You're in room 246."
He limped awkwardly up to the desk to receive his card, and nodded at her and began to walk out of the lobby. He passed through the halls and met an elevator. He went directly in, and went for the second floor. Within minutes he found his room, and entered, then collapsed on his bed to rest after tossing his duffel bag onto the couch. Reaching into his pocket, he snatched out his phone to check the time. Ten passed eleven. Then he saw a missed alert and then checked to see what it was.
Cuddy:
====================
U there yet? Call me
as soon as you get
there and in your
room.
====================
10:57pm Wed, July 2
He snickered at her concern, and called her up. It rang a few times before she answered.
"Hello?"
"You really found it necessary to send that?"
"It's me House, of course it is."
"Why do you still call him House? In all my years knowing you two, you've never called him by Greg."
"Neither have you."
"Whose that in the background?"
"Wilson."
"You've called, everyone by their first name at least ONCE. But, not House. Never House."
"Shut up Wilson."
"You don't have to call me Greg. I find it--unnecessary."
"And you'd hate it anyway."
"You've called Cameron, Allison, Chase, Robert, Foreman, Eric, Thirteen, Remy, you even called her by her real last name Hadley. I'm not sure about Taub though. Have you?"
"Shut up Wilson."
"See the piece of work you get stuck with when I'm gone?"
"Yeah. For once, I've learned to appreciate your narcissism and sarcasm."
"Ha."
"So what you up to over there?"
"I am at a club, and I have the sexiest stripper alive, on my lap."
"I find that hard to believe."
"Because you trust me?"
"No, because first of all, the sexiest stripper alive is me, and I haven't put on a show for you yet."
"Well--technically you have. In a fantasy-hallucination scenario."
"When?"
"Remember the accident? How I busted up my head?"
"Yeah..."
"Remember when--let's make this easier, remember when I threw up on your shoes?"
"After your bath? Yeah."
"In the bath, we had a differential--while you stripped."
"But?"
"But what? What else is there more to that? Or are you talking about your ass?"
"Are you drunk or something?"
"No, I slipped him some meds."
"Oh."
"But, right when that glorious moment came for the garments to come off--you ended it."
"Figures. Dating or not, if we needed to solve a differential, we would solve that differential."
"How did you know there was a 'but'?"
"There's always a catch."
"Yeah. Well, I'm going to go head down to MTH. You go deal with speed boy over there, and I'll call you later."
"Right. Talk to you later. Love you."
"Love you too."
He hung up, and smiled, but before heading down to MTH, he decided to take a walk through the city.
---
Fifteen minutes later 11:35 a.m.
House limped through the streets of Manhattan, looking through all the windows and corner shops around. It was a perfect day to be walking. The sun was perfectly over the city, basking in its glory as all the citizens walked through the streets.
Despite all their presence, House, felt so alone.
He took long strides in the center of the crowd that was slowly swallowing him. He had on his usual angered face, squinted eyes, and a steady grin. But he was hidden beneath the crowd, as if he was hiding. But he eventually broke from the crowd, and shifted to the side, where he found his attention elsewhere--through a window. He quickly past through a group of people, and made his way inside.
---
Hours later at Manhattan Teaching Hospital 4:47 p.m.
House was sitting in the corner, away from everyone else in the drug trials. Meeting with Dr. Yvenstier had already been done, and now he had no pleasure in actually participating in the drug trials. And one person to notice this came over to him, and tried some conversation.
"Dr. House?"
"Diagnostician at your service." he said sarcastically.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Jillian Kingston?"
"Doesn't ring a bell."
"It shouldn't. To you at least."
"Nice to meet you." After her remark, he became interested.
"I'm a friend of Dr. Yvenstier. I'm a psychologist."
"That benefits me how?"
"You need help don't you?"
"How do you know I need help."
"Doesn't everyone need a little help with themselves?" Even doctors like you?"
"Granted. What's my problem then, cause well--I don't have a clue."
"By the way you're sitting and your stare alone tell me already that you're troubled."
"Personal problems."
"There are never just personal problems between a psychologist and their patients."
"Okay then, I'm uncomfortable with the size of my penis. I find it way too large for my liking."
"Point taken. This seems like a serious problem however."
"The penis thing or my actual problem?"
"I can go at this all day House. You might as well tell me what your problem is."
"Why."
"Because."
"Seriously, why do I need to tell you? I'm sure I didn't ask for help. I'm sure I didn't confront you with my problem, whether or not I have one, and why have you come over to me in the first place?"
"Why, you got a girlfriend? Doubt it, but I'm taking a shot here."
"Yeah."
"She mean a lot to you?"
"Certainly."
"How sick is she?"
"Healthier than ever."
"Cancer?"
"Lung."
"Terminal? See, just by you responding stupid answers, I can figure you out. Your statement, asking me why I came over, shows that you're protecting yourself and you get defensive. Saying she meant a lot to you means the problem was with her, and exactly how you said it, defines that she's sick. You defending that she's healthier than ever, proves that you're saying the opposite meaning, she's sicker than ever and the fact that you said ever, reflects life, saying that she's sick and her life is on the line. So? Cancer, and its terminal and you filled in all the other blanks."
"Well done Kingston."
"I try my best."
"I left her behind to go to this damn thing."
"If you didn't want to go, and you went anyways--she made you?"
"Yeah."
"Can't stop worrying or thinking about her?"
"Nope."
"I see. Well, is she in good care?"
"I hope so. Otherwise she's damned for sure."
"Then why worry? You not being there to save her from death scares you? Do you think that if you're not there, something will automatically happen to her?"
"Yes."
"Why do you believe so?"
His pager went off. He looked down, and then looked back up at Kingston.
"Well, to answer all three of your questions: One, I worry, because I love her. I am capable of that emotion by the way. Two, it does scare me that I'm not there to save her. Because, not only can I not save her, but goodbyes are left unsaid. And three, I'm always right, cause that page told me she's having a heart attack so, give my regards to Yvenstier and my apologies for my early departure. Good talking Kingston. Keep in touch."
She looked at him in shock as he got up, and began limping out of there over to his car. He revved up the engine and headed straight for the freeway, without returning to the hotel and without even a glance back.
He held that for two whole seconds :P
I'll tell you a little bit about myself first. No offense to hamerons, but i have always been a outright HUDDY fan.So I am obviously bouncing off the walls. When this seaseon starts, I feel like everyone has kind of abandoned House. I mean I get the whole pain in the a$$ thing but still. Wilson is the one that fixes everthing and for him to basically laugh at him when he apologizes is cruel. THe bright light at the end of the tunnel is Cuddy is going to do whatever it takes to make House happy above anyone else.
SO GO CUDDY!
SO GO CUDDY!
I couldn't sleep and I had a gush of inspiration hit me and so I decided to make a Huddy poem :)
Dedicated to the awesome that is you,the Huddys ^^
Enjoy!
A lover from afar,
Isn't really a lover at all.
If she truly loves him,
And he truly lovers her.
Aren't they lovers at all?
They were once lovers.
Deeply passionate lovers.
But those days have come,
And those times have gone
But they both hadn't moved on.
She had gone through many
Lusters and not one lover.
She had thought about him
And that made the lusters
Turn into dust.
He had gone through a another lover,
But she wasn't like her.
As he thought about her,he
Began to love she more.
But she moved on to another.
A lover from afar,is
Truly a lover at all.As thoughts
Become actions,and actions,
Became thoughts.
He and her are indeed,
Lovers from afar.
Tell me what you think :)
Dedicated to the awesome that is you,the Huddys ^^
Enjoy!
A lover from afar,
Isn't really a lover at all.
If she truly loves him,
And he truly lovers her.
Aren't they lovers at all?
They were once lovers.
Deeply passionate lovers.
But those days have come,
And those times have gone
But they both hadn't moved on.
She had gone through many
Lusters and not one lover.
She had thought about him
And that made the lusters
Turn into dust.
He had gone through a another lover,
But she wasn't like her.
As he thought about her,he
Began to love she more.
But she moved on to another.
A lover from afar,is
Truly a lover at all.As thoughts
Become actions,and actions,
Became thoughts.
He and her are indeed,
Lovers from afar.
Tell me what you think :)
This is part eight
of my fav huddy moments
starting wid my least fav
and ending with my alltime fav
10.I CANT SIT BY AND WATCH YOU KILL YOURSELF
9.I NEED YOU
8.HOUSE LOOKING THROUGH CUDDY'S WINDOW
7.EVERYONE KNOWS THIS IS GOING SOMEWHERE
6.IF SHE TURNS AROUND SHE'S INTO HIM TOO
5.CUDDY & HOUSE WILSON'S HEART
4.CUDDY TOUCHING HOUSE'S FACE
3.THERE FIRST KISS
2.I ALWAYS WANNA KISS YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!
1.YOUR AFRAID TO BE HAPPY , WHY DO YOU CARE IF IM HAPPY???
10. You can’t sit by and watch you kill yourself; this huddy scene is so heartbreak and is one of my favourites.
9. I NEED YOU!!! I think this has to be there quote cause they always need each other and there always there for each other.
8. I love this scene every time I watch it I still think house is going to knock on her door but he never does, and I love the fact that he loves cuddy so much he forgets his pain.
7. Love this moment so much “are you screwing me, are you screwing with me?” “Everyone knows this is going somewhere” then some huddy boob action he he classic moment
6. “ if she turns around , she’s into him too and there you have it” this was one of my all-time fav huddy moments if a guy in a coma can see there meant to be together they should of figured it out by now.
5. this is what I think was the start of huddy cause when house was talking to amber about how he has a terrible life but when he woke up he saw cuddy there for him
4. this is a great moment I love it soooooooooo much cause even though she is so mad at house when she sees something is wrong it still comes down to the fact she is in love with him and starts stroking his face.
3. we had to wait 5 years for their first kiss and it was worth waiting for it was hot , romantic etc “ why do you half to negate everything “ “ I don’t no “
2. OMFG house always wants to kiss cuddy it may not of been real it may only of been in house’s head but he still always wants to kiss her it wasn’t real but it was sure hot!!!!!!!!!!!!
1.This is my favourite huddy moment of all time , “ you’re afraid to be happy , why do you care if I’m happy???” cuddy’s face just shows how much she is in love with house she can’t even look him in the eye “ this is the only me you get”.
