--
Cuddy: I’ve waited to tell u for so long, but I just couldn’t.
Cuddy was facing the mirror in her bathroom, practicing the talk she wanted to have with House.
Cuddy: u see, I just didn’t want to hurt you.
Cuddy looked at the reflection back at her, sighing at how she looked exhausted from staying up with Rachel throughout the night. Her loose curls surrounded her flawless face as she put on her make-up and fixed her jewellery.
Cuddy: Damn.
(Cuddy checked her watch and realised she would be late, and probably bump into House in the reception.)
--
House had turned over on his bed awkwardly, banging his head on the corner of his bedside table. As he opened his eyes he realised he was still hallucinating Amber; she was standing at the top, boven of his bed with her smirk of superiority.
Amber: I’ve been thinking. Do u deliberately turn up late for work so u don’t bump into anyone u know?
(House threw his hands onto his face before exhaling in frustration.)
House: I thought I got rid of you, when I drank that bottle of tequila and passed out.
(House stopped himself for a second, before looking around his bedroom.)
House: How did I end up in bed?
(Amber appeared on the chair volgende to his bed.)
Amber: I’m not the slightest bit surprised, being a frequent user of hookers that you’d forget paying for one.
(House looked confused.)
House: I don’t get surprised that easily and, I didn’t pay for a hooker last night.
(A look of realisation appeared on his face, and Amber gave a look of content.)
Amber: Damn. I forgot I was you.
(House got out of bed, made his way to his bathroom. Amber followed but House shut the door behind him in her face.)
--
Wilson was in his office, Cuddy knocked on his door before peering in.
Wilson: Hey. What’s up?
(Cuddy sat down with a look of worry on her face.)
Cuddy: I visited House at home pagina last night.
(Wilson looked taken a back, and smiled slightly.)
Wilson: Wow. Well what happened?
Cuddy: Nothing.
(Wilson seemed a bit annoyed door this revelation.)
Wilson: Okay.
Cuddy: He was passed out and barely breathing; there were empty bottles of vodka, tequila…I didn’t know what to do.
Wilson: It’s understandable; with Amber’s death, then his father’s funeral, being unable to figure out why Kutner killed himself and—
(Cuddy looked up at Wilson, with a look of irritation.)
Cuddy: I don’t think that I have anything to do with it, do I?
Wilson: Well, he wasn’t perfectly put together to begin with so I guess adding meer fuel to the brand didn’t help.
Cuddy: Great save.
Wilson: Thanks.
(Wilson smiled wearily.)
--
House was now in his office, he looked like a wreck with his face grey and his clothes and hair dishevelled. Cuddy had put the team under the responsibility of Foreman because she thought House couldn’t take control when he couldn’t control himself.
Cuddy: House. Are u okay?
(Cuddy walked towards House and sat opposite him, whilst he was relaxed in his chair looking like he was about to fall asleep; but he couldn’t.)
House: Perfect.
Cuddy: Well, I wasn’t expecting a thank you.
(Cuddy was about to turn around.)
House: For what?
(Cuddy turned round and looked at him before leaving with a look of disappointment on her face.)
--
Cuddy was in her office on one of the nice comfy chairs, she looked miserable as she looked down on the ground. House walked in.
Amber: Look what you’ve done.
(Amber had appeared opposite Cuddy in the other chair. House became distracted and it was Cuddy who spoke first.)
Cuddy: House, what are u doing here?
Amber: Quit staring at me, and answer her.
(House stopped looking at Amber and looked at Cuddy, who’s redness around her eyes made it clear she had been tearful.)
House: I, what did u say?
(Cuddy sneered before getting up out of the chair and moving towards her desk.)
Amber: It’s so much fun watching u fail, quite spectacularly might I add.
(House seemed fed up of hallucination Amber, and tried to not make things worse.)
Cuddy: What was it that u wanted? Something to do with your, your patient? of
what?
House: I just wanted to, I just—
(Cuddy looked up at House as he tried to get his sentence out. Amber was standing volgende to her.)
House: It was you.
(Cuddy looked confused, whilst Amber smirked and leant on the desk.)
Cuddy: It was me what?
House: It was u who came round last night.
(Cuddy paused for a moment before looking away, embarrassed that she had done such a thing.)
Amber: For someone as smart as you, you’re pretty slow.
(House looked directly at Amber.)
House: u knew this?
Cuddy: Knew what?
(House looked back at Cuddy, who looked to where House was looked to the side of her.)
Amber: Oops.
House: Not you.
Amber: Talking to a dead ghost. Talking to a dead ghost!
House: You’re not! I’m talking to myself.
Cuddy: What’s going on?
(Cuddy got up out of her chair, and looked at House as he was still looking at Amber; who was now leaning against the uithangbord behind Cuddy.)
House: Nothing.
(Cuddy looked behind her, then looked back at House.)
Cuddy: Are you, hallucinating?
(Amber gestured to House not to say anything.)
House: I need to go.
(House left, leaving Cuddy puzzled and concerned.)
To be continued.
Cuddy: I’ve waited to tell u for so long, but I just couldn’t.
Cuddy was facing the mirror in her bathroom, practicing the talk she wanted to have with House.
Cuddy: u see, I just didn’t want to hurt you.
Cuddy looked at the reflection back at her, sighing at how she looked exhausted from staying up with Rachel throughout the night. Her loose curls surrounded her flawless face as she put on her make-up and fixed her jewellery.
Cuddy: Damn.
(Cuddy checked her watch and realised she would be late, and probably bump into House in the reception.)
--
House had turned over on his bed awkwardly, banging his head on the corner of his bedside table. As he opened his eyes he realised he was still hallucinating Amber; she was standing at the top, boven of his bed with her smirk of superiority.
Amber: I’ve been thinking. Do u deliberately turn up late for work so u don’t bump into anyone u know?
(House threw his hands onto his face before exhaling in frustration.)
House: I thought I got rid of you, when I drank that bottle of tequila and passed out.
(House stopped himself for a second, before looking around his bedroom.)
House: How did I end up in bed?
(Amber appeared on the chair volgende to his bed.)
Amber: I’m not the slightest bit surprised, being a frequent user of hookers that you’d forget paying for one.
(House looked confused.)
House: I don’t get surprised that easily and, I didn’t pay for a hooker last night.
(A look of realisation appeared on his face, and Amber gave a look of content.)
Amber: Damn. I forgot I was you.
(House got out of bed, made his way to his bathroom. Amber followed but House shut the door behind him in her face.)
--
Wilson was in his office, Cuddy knocked on his door before peering in.
Wilson: Hey. What’s up?
(Cuddy sat down with a look of worry on her face.)
Cuddy: I visited House at home pagina last night.
(Wilson looked taken a back, and smiled slightly.)
Wilson: Wow. Well what happened?
Cuddy: Nothing.
(Wilson seemed a bit annoyed door this revelation.)
Wilson: Okay.
Cuddy: He was passed out and barely breathing; there were empty bottles of vodka, tequila…I didn’t know what to do.
Wilson: It’s understandable; with Amber’s death, then his father’s funeral, being unable to figure out why Kutner killed himself and—
(Cuddy looked up at Wilson, with a look of irritation.)
Cuddy: I don’t think that I have anything to do with it, do I?
Wilson: Well, he wasn’t perfectly put together to begin with so I guess adding meer fuel to the brand didn’t help.
Cuddy: Great save.
Wilson: Thanks.
(Wilson smiled wearily.)
--
House was now in his office, he looked like a wreck with his face grey and his clothes and hair dishevelled. Cuddy had put the team under the responsibility of Foreman because she thought House couldn’t take control when he couldn’t control himself.
Cuddy: House. Are u okay?
(Cuddy walked towards House and sat opposite him, whilst he was relaxed in his chair looking like he was about to fall asleep; but he couldn’t.)
House: Perfect.
Cuddy: Well, I wasn’t expecting a thank you.
(Cuddy was about to turn around.)
House: For what?
(Cuddy turned round and looked at him before leaving with a look of disappointment on her face.)
--
Cuddy was in her office on one of the nice comfy chairs, she looked miserable as she looked down on the ground. House walked in.
Amber: Look what you’ve done.
(Amber had appeared opposite Cuddy in the other chair. House became distracted and it was Cuddy who spoke first.)
Cuddy: House, what are u doing here?
Amber: Quit staring at me, and answer her.
(House stopped looking at Amber and looked at Cuddy, who’s redness around her eyes made it clear she had been tearful.)
House: I, what did u say?
(Cuddy sneered before getting up out of the chair and moving towards her desk.)
Amber: It’s so much fun watching u fail, quite spectacularly might I add.
(House seemed fed up of hallucination Amber, and tried to not make things worse.)
Cuddy: What was it that u wanted? Something to do with your, your patient? of
what?
House: I just wanted to, I just—
(Cuddy looked up at House as he tried to get his sentence out. Amber was standing volgende to her.)
House: It was you.
(Cuddy looked confused, whilst Amber smirked and leant on the desk.)
Cuddy: It was me what?
House: It was u who came round last night.
(Cuddy paused for a moment before looking away, embarrassed that she had done such a thing.)
Amber: For someone as smart as you, you’re pretty slow.
(House looked directly at Amber.)
House: u knew this?
Cuddy: Knew what?
(House looked back at Cuddy, who looked to where House was looked to the side of her.)
Amber: Oops.
House: Not you.
Amber: Talking to a dead ghost. Talking to a dead ghost!
House: You’re not! I’m talking to myself.
Cuddy: What’s going on?
(Cuddy got up out of her chair, and looked at House as he was still looking at Amber; who was now leaning against the uithangbord behind Cuddy.)
House: Nothing.
(Cuddy looked behind her, then looked back at House.)
Cuddy: Are you, hallucinating?
(Amber gestured to House not to say anything.)
House: I need to go.
(House left, leaving Cuddy puzzled and concerned.)
To be continued.
This is my Huddy poem...I dont really like my last stanza... :) but oh well...if u are true huddy fans, you'll understand what im talking about...
HUDDY POEM
Blue on blue,
Sea on sky.
They're not together,
I wonder why.
Short on tall,
Opposites attract.
They love each other,
And that is fact.
Both so arrogant,
Yet, both so cute.
No wonder their relationship,
Is hard to fluke.
Gregory House,
and Lisa Cuddy.
So perfect together,
They make Huddy...
pretty gay... :P
HUDDY POEM
Blue on blue,
Sea on sky.
They're not together,
I wonder why.
Short on tall,
Opposites attract.
They love each other,
And that is fact.
Both so arrogant,
Yet, both so cute.
No wonder their relationship,
Is hard to fluke.
Gregory House,
and Lisa Cuddy.
So perfect together,
They make Huddy...
pretty gay... :P
How Cuddy has changed
