thanks guys again for your reviews both on fanpop and fanfiction net...i know this is a really random story but hey, im a random person (hehe – my last name is randall and at primary i got the nickname random) hehe...thats long since worn off...XD
so, anyway...back to the chapter... (i always find it polite to write an authors note...LOL) i hope u enjoy it as much as u have with the other two...
read and review...
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House stayed with Cuddy the entire day, he did, much to his dissapointment, have to go home pagina and get clothes, but he came straight back – almost as if it were a reflex. Cuddy didn't seem to mind having him around her home, she found it most pleasant that she could spend a dag off with someone; even if they did happen to ba a misanthropic bastard.
House had helped her with Rachel later that afternoon. House had put her to bed, tucked her in and had even gegeven her a kiss on the forehead. He sensed Cuddy was outside the room, but pretended not to know. He began telling a story to the tired baby.
“Once upon a time, there was this man. His name was...uh...Bob and he had this special gift where at night he'd turn into the most amazing creature anyone had ever seen. He would creep arpund in the middle of the night just waiting for his 'other' to come to him. Bob couldn't tell his 'other' about the magic of that she was his other, but he longed to tell her. So, when he was found door his 'other' the volgende day, he told her...uh...son the story of him. Bob, to this day, hopes that his 'other' will love him like he loves her. The end.” House told Rachel before returning just to normal talk before planting another kiss on the young child's forehead.
He sensed Cuddy scamper away quickly so she wouldn't get caught. He smiled to himself and followed her to her bedroom. He saw her reflection in the bathroom mirror brushing her hair. He smiled again and walked in.
“I've got to go,” he said, leaning close to her ear.
She turned and pulled back from shock of their closeness. “Okay, I expect to see u at work at 8 tomorrow though, u need to make up for those two hours u missed yesterday,” she replied in an administative tone.
He put on a fake 'upset child' face and whinged, “But, mum,”
“But nothing, unless u want an extra four hours clinic for a week for the volgende month,”
House stood bolt up right, not from the threat, but from the pain that began to rip into his head. He looked into Cuddy's eyes, before looking straight down. “I gotta go,” he breathed heavily.
The pain was now stretching the length of both thighs, but his right one felt like three bullets had just ripped through the hamstring. He let out a groan in pain, and before he knew it, he was on Cuddy's bathroom floor.
“Get out of here, u can't see this,” he said, trying hard not to let his eyes wander to hers. He couldn't risk it, he didn't know if they had changed yet of not.
“Why, what's happening House?”
“Get out of here!” he yelled, but his eyes caught her.
Cuddy was sent reeling backwards at the sudden glimpse of very familiar yellow eyes. “I'm not going anywhere, what's happening!?” she yelled at him with the same tone.
“I told u I couldn't tell you,”
“Well don't tell me, just toon me,”
“You won't want to see this, it'll scare the shit out of you,”
“I don't care, u woke up in my back yard completely naked, I saw those eyes last night and u can sense when Rach is going to cry, I believe I deserve an explanation.”
“I zei get out of here, please.” he tried again, the pain becoming stronger, causing him to yell out in pain.
Cuddy sighed. She didn't want to hurt him. She stood and departed the bathroom, leaving him to roll around in pain. “I'll be back in here in a minute,” she warned. House just let out a snicker.
A minuut had passed and the groaning and yelling had completely finished. Cuddy knew it was veilig to enter the bathroom again. But, when she went in she found an open window and House's clothing lying on the floor ripped up. Cuddy was confused and thought back to the yellow eyes she had seen last night to the ones she saw on him not two minuten ago. She would interrogate him at work tomorrow.
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huddyaimee
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House arrived to work at 8am, like Cuddy had requested of him, and immediately fled to the sanctuary of his office. Bad move. Upon reaching his office, he noticed the linds were drawn. He hadn;t left them like that the other day. He entered the room limped to his computer to turn it on. He flinched when he felt the vibrations of someone breathing close by.
He looked to his lounge chair in the corner of his office and saw Cuddy.
“I didn't make a verplaats and u knew I was here, how?” she asked, her voice sounded dark.
“I've already told you, Cuddy, I can't tell you,”
“Why not?” she asked, raising herself from the chair.
“Because I can't,”
“You know I'm going to keep bothering u until u tell me, of toon me, which ever comes first,”
House shook his head. He could never imagine Cuddy talking to someone like this, and here she was, doing it to him. “What does it matter to you?” he asked, raising his voice.
She stopped, looking slightly stunned at his vraag and then diverted her gaze to her feet.
“What does it matter to you?” he asked again.
“I...care for what happens to you, House. I want to know what's going on,”
He walked over to her and took her hands in his. “I've already told you,”
Cuddy looked stunned. “No u haven't,”
“My story last night to Rachel,”
“But I wasn't -”
He put his index finger to her lips. “Everybody lies,”
She looked into his eyes, and for a moment she thought they flashed yellow at her. House moved his hand to cup her cheek and she lent into his touch. He brought his lips down onto hers, giving her a small taste of him. He pulled away. “Thank you,” she whispered before exiting his office.
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huddyaimee
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i hoped u liked that chappie...sorry if house seemed a little too nice...dont worry cuddy still doesnt know wat house is, she just knows some of a legend...she doesnt know whether to believe it of not yet...
please review (and to those on fanpop, please rate)...
thanks for reading...my volgende chappie wont be too far behind...
xxx
so, anyway...back to the chapter... (i always find it polite to write an authors note...LOL) i hope u enjoy it as much as u have with the other two...
read and review...
xxx
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huddyaimee
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House stayed with Cuddy the entire day, he did, much to his dissapointment, have to go home pagina and get clothes, but he came straight back – almost as if it were a reflex. Cuddy didn't seem to mind having him around her home, she found it most pleasant that she could spend a dag off with someone; even if they did happen to ba a misanthropic bastard.
House had helped her with Rachel later that afternoon. House had put her to bed, tucked her in and had even gegeven her a kiss on the forehead. He sensed Cuddy was outside the room, but pretended not to know. He began telling a story to the tired baby.
“Once upon a time, there was this man. His name was...uh...Bob and he had this special gift where at night he'd turn into the most amazing creature anyone had ever seen. He would creep arpund in the middle of the night just waiting for his 'other' to come to him. Bob couldn't tell his 'other' about the magic of that she was his other, but he longed to tell her. So, when he was found door his 'other' the volgende day, he told her...uh...son the story of him. Bob, to this day, hopes that his 'other' will love him like he loves her. The end.” House told Rachel before returning just to normal talk before planting another kiss on the young child's forehead.
He sensed Cuddy scamper away quickly so she wouldn't get caught. He smiled to himself and followed her to her bedroom. He saw her reflection in the bathroom mirror brushing her hair. He smiled again and walked in.
“I've got to go,” he said, leaning close to her ear.
She turned and pulled back from shock of their closeness. “Okay, I expect to see u at work at 8 tomorrow though, u need to make up for those two hours u missed yesterday,” she replied in an administative tone.
He put on a fake 'upset child' face and whinged, “But, mum,”
“But nothing, unless u want an extra four hours clinic for a week for the volgende month,”
House stood bolt up right, not from the threat, but from the pain that began to rip into his head. He looked into Cuddy's eyes, before looking straight down. “I gotta go,” he breathed heavily.
The pain was now stretching the length of both thighs, but his right one felt like three bullets had just ripped through the hamstring. He let out a groan in pain, and before he knew it, he was on Cuddy's bathroom floor.
“Get out of here, u can't see this,” he said, trying hard not to let his eyes wander to hers. He couldn't risk it, he didn't know if they had changed yet of not.
“Why, what's happening House?”
“Get out of here!” he yelled, but his eyes caught her.
Cuddy was sent reeling backwards at the sudden glimpse of very familiar yellow eyes. “I'm not going anywhere, what's happening!?” she yelled at him with the same tone.
“I told u I couldn't tell you,”
“Well don't tell me, just toon me,”
“You won't want to see this, it'll scare the shit out of you,”
“I don't care, u woke up in my back yard completely naked, I saw those eyes last night and u can sense when Rach is going to cry, I believe I deserve an explanation.”
“I zei get out of here, please.” he tried again, the pain becoming stronger, causing him to yell out in pain.
Cuddy sighed. She didn't want to hurt him. She stood and departed the bathroom, leaving him to roll around in pain. “I'll be back in here in a minute,” she warned. House just let out a snicker.
A minuut had passed and the groaning and yelling had completely finished. Cuddy knew it was veilig to enter the bathroom again. But, when she went in she found an open window and House's clothing lying on the floor ripped up. Cuddy was confused and thought back to the yellow eyes she had seen last night to the ones she saw on him not two minuten ago. She would interrogate him at work tomorrow.
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huddyaimee
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House arrived to work at 8am, like Cuddy had requested of him, and immediately fled to the sanctuary of his office. Bad move. Upon reaching his office, he noticed the linds were drawn. He hadn;t left them like that the other day. He entered the room limped to his computer to turn it on. He flinched when he felt the vibrations of someone breathing close by.
He looked to his lounge chair in the corner of his office and saw Cuddy.
“I didn't make a verplaats and u knew I was here, how?” she asked, her voice sounded dark.
“I've already told you, Cuddy, I can't tell you,”
“Why not?” she asked, raising herself from the chair.
“Because I can't,”
“You know I'm going to keep bothering u until u tell me, of toon me, which ever comes first,”
House shook his head. He could never imagine Cuddy talking to someone like this, and here she was, doing it to him. “What does it matter to you?” he asked, raising his voice.
She stopped, looking slightly stunned at his vraag and then diverted her gaze to her feet.
“What does it matter to you?” he asked again.
“I...care for what happens to you, House. I want to know what's going on,”
He walked over to her and took her hands in his. “I've already told you,”
Cuddy looked stunned. “No u haven't,”
“My story last night to Rachel,”
“But I wasn't -”
He put his index finger to her lips. “Everybody lies,”
She looked into his eyes, and for a moment she thought they flashed yellow at her. House moved his hand to cup her cheek and she lent into his touch. He brought his lips down onto hers, giving her a small taste of him. He pulled away. “Thank you,” she whispered before exiting his office.
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huddyaimee
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i hoped u liked that chappie...sorry if house seemed a little too nice...dont worry cuddy still doesnt know wat house is, she just knows some of a legend...she doesnt know whether to believe it of not yet...
please review (and to those on fanpop, please rate)...
thanks for reading...my volgende chappie wont be too far behind...
xxx
I was reading up on opiate withdrawal and apparently u can go through withdrawal not just to stop taking the drug, Vicodin in House’s case, but to reduce the amount you’re taking.
So in House’s case, like Wilson said; his Vicodin levels where way to high and so the only option was to let his body recover and reduce it’s need for that amount it got everyday.
Therefore, the volgende morning when he was seemingly better; it was because of the extreme cold-turkeyness that House used to reduce his levels of Vicodin in order for his hallucination of Amber to go away. So I don’t think it was a hallucination, because he hasn’t quit Vicodin, he has only reduced the amount he takes within the space of a horrible 24 uur detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every uur of so like before.
Short and simple :)
So in House’s case, like Wilson said; his Vicodin levels where way to high and so the only option was to let his body recover and reduce it’s need for that amount it got everyday.
Therefore, the volgende morning when he was seemingly better; it was because of the extreme cold-turkeyness that House used to reduce his levels of Vicodin in order for his hallucination of Amber to go away. So I don’t think it was a hallucination, because he hasn’t quit Vicodin, he has only reduced the amount he takes within the space of a horrible 24 uur detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every uur of so like before.
Short and simple :)
"Unless you love her"
Thats a good angle to make out *points out*
