Thirteen just sat there looking at the results. She knew it was likely but she just couldn't believe it. She was positive for Huntington's. Positive. She felt a single tear run softly down her cheek as she just stared at the results.

How did she feel? Distraught. Broken. Desperate. But she didn't feel anger, she doesn't know why, she just didn't feel it.

She jumped when she heard someone walk in through the door, as she quickly wiped away that single tear.

'Hey, I was just walking past and I saw in here, so...' Wilson said, slightly nervous. Then he tilted his head a little and gave her that...

Cuddy had gegeven House the address and directed his driving the whole way there. Usually he would have made snide remarks about her passenger zitplaats, stoel driving, but he knew she was worried. He also knew that she had reason to be worried, and just stayed quiet, letting her direct him. He pulled up to the building and they got out, going up to the fourth floor.

As they came to a stop, and started whispering about what to do, outside Genny’s large sliding door they hear strange noises. They stopped whispering to each other and listened meer closely. When they didn’t hear anything, House spoke up,...

Gregory House passed away on a rainy September afternoon after falling asleep on the divan, bank and not waking up again; he'd been sighted limping through the corridors of the Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital for eleven years, and now the steady thud of his trusty cane would never haunt another man again.

The good news? It wasn't liver-failure, a drug overdose, a hart-, hart attack, a bike accident, a gunshot... it was life.

Wilson, who door then had found another girlfriend and had moved in with her, found him. He called 911 and vaguely heard an EMT call time of death as his world spun around him...

Cuddy was still in shock as she stood staring at the door that had just been literally slammed shut in her face. As her brain caught up to her body, she decided she should probably go back to the hospital. She wanted to see if she could find some kind of help for Genny. As she was driving back, Cuddy did the math in her head. The antwoorden Genny had gegeven would make her twenty two today, not twenty five.

Cuddy was almost certain she had found her daughter, and was determined to help Genny, even if it turned out she wasn’t. She would have to wait until Genny would talk to her again to get consent...

seconde chapter to make up for the wait


Chapter 10: So live like u mean it

“How’s your arm?” Kutner asked as he walking in the door to the conference room on Saturday morning.
    
Laser tag had been fun, and Thirteen had had no problem keeping up, until an over excited parent who wasn’t looking where he was going had run into her, knocking her into the corner of a barrier.
    
“I told you, it’s just bruised,” Thirteen said, rubbing her shoulder in spite of herself.
    
“Yeah, which is why u could hardly hold your taser...

‘Okay, I’ll clean up. It wasn’t your fault. You’re right.’ He’s reading in his dorm when she takes the mop and soaks the entrance to his dorm, then she goes to her dorm to wait.
After a while he has to go to the bathroom and when he’s gonna go out of his dorm, he slips because of the puddle and falls to the ground. ‘Fuck!!! Lisaaaaaaa!! What the hell is this???!!!’
Maybe it’s better for them to be this way than having any kind of personal relationship. She hears him and goes out of her room pretending a surprised face. ‘What’s going on?? Oh are u okay?? I was cleaning,...

"House, it's been six months since Kutner... passed away. It's time to hire a new fellow." Cuddy zei softly as she placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Why? Thirteen, Taub, and Foreman are enough."
"But they're all very similar in their diagnostic perspectives. u need someone who is an idealist. u need someone willing to go along with some of your crazy ideas when their most likely right."
House sat down on his Eames chair. Cuddy sat on the ottoman.
"How many times am I gonna go through this?"
"Look, u don't have to pick anyone right away, but I want u to start interviewing candidates."...

It occurred to me while I was writing this how ironic it is that this is chapter 13.

Also, don't hate me. You'll understand once u read this.


Chapter 13

Yesterday hadn’t been a very productive dag for Thirteen. House had even commentaar gegeven on how her attention span had been about that of a goldfish. She hadn’t been able to help it. She’d been too nervous about the results of her daughter’s test. She’d spent the entire dag screwing up things she would have normally had trouble with. She’d tried to insert a folded up five dollar bill into the coin slot on the vending machine in the cafeteria,...

House limped into his office and saw his team waiting for him as they always did. They were all holding folders so he guessed that Cuddy must’ve come in before hand and gegeven them the new case.
“Symptoms: Fever, nausea and vomiting, and pain in the lower abdomen.” House began writing them on the board.
“It could be colon cancer, which would explain the nausea and vomiting and the pain in the lower abdomen.” Thirteen suggested.
“But that wouldn’t explain the fever,” Kutner stated, “It’s meer likely to be Septicaemia. It would explain the muscle pain, vomiting and the fever.”...

Chapter 1 - Late -

It was a spring dag at the Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. The pollen was waving with the gentle passing breeze, and the normal daily rush started at 9.00 am for doctor Cuddy. She was in the lobby filling a few papers that the chief-nurse had asked for, when Wilson arrived and gave her a wide-open smile and a very enthusiastic ‘Good Morning’.

Cuddy went into her office and brought her mind to the huge pile of papers that her secretary had waiting in her hands.

Cameron, Chase and Foreman were at the Diagnostics office waiting for their boss. House was always late,...

“You can’t honestly wear a wonder bra to work, hold a sexual harassment seminar and then not expect me to make some jab at u in front of the staff,” House zei sitting comfortably down in the chair across from Cuddy’s bureau as she made her way around. “I wouldn’t be me without my wicked sense of humor.”

Or your over-inflated ego

“Or your over-inflated ego,” Cuddy muttered, flattening the back of her rok with her hands as she sat down. It was strangely refreshing that Cuddy didn’t hold back on the insults her mind tossed around about him. House looked at Cuddy she didn’t...

Sorry its been a while...




House quickly limped up to Wilson, who just walked along in silence,
“So...” House began.
“So?”
“No deep, over thought, completely wrong analysis?”
“Nope..”
“Seriously?”
“No, im dying to tell u exactly what I think about u dating Cuddy,”
“aha!”
“I was being sarcastic.”
“No u weren’t,”
“Do u want me to tell u what i think?”
“ No!” House replied, shocked.
“Then don’t act is if u do, of just ask, im willing to give advise,”
“You’re not telling me, because of some sadistic thing where u want me to ask so u know...

Sorry it's been absolutely ages since I last updated this fic but my laptop was being an idiot *kills laptop*, anyway, here's chapter 5!
Enjoy! =D


Cameron, Chase and Thirteen were the first three to enter the hospital, each with a coffee in their hands, stifling yawns. Wilson greeted them and explained in a calmer manner than Cuddy had done over the phone what exactly had happened and why they were needed here. Kutner, Foreman and Taub had entered the hospital just as Wilson began explaining everything and all six of them were, no doubt, shocked to hear of this. Their fatigue dissolved into...

When they get to France, they go to the hotel door bus and get to their respective rooms. When Lisa finishes putting her things on the wardrobe, goes to William’s room. Greg opens the door in order to go out, then he sees that Lisa is knocking nextdoors, what means that that’s William’s room, and he thinks to himself: “Great, the best neightbour I could have...” ‘Hey...’
Lisa sees him and thinks to herself: “Damn it, why does he always have to be around?” ‘Hi...’
‘Come in, it’s open.’ Says William from inside.
‘Have fun, I’ll see u later.’ Says her to Greg before...

Chapter 9

Thirteen never answered her daughter’s vraag because at that moment Kutner and Taub entered the room with the results of a PCR test.
    
“It’s official,” Taub announced. “We have no idea what this is.” But at that moment, no one cared.
    
“Who’s the kid?” Kutner asked, breaking the silence that had fallen over the small crowd gathered in House’s office.
    
“Let me think,” House zei sarcastically. “Who could that kid who’s a perfect copy of Thirteen possibly be?”
    
“You...

This will be a five chapter fic, four parts and an interlude between parts one and two. It's based off the Ludo EP, Broken Bride. At the end of each chapter I'll post a link to the corresponding song.

These are the parts so you'll know them when u see them:

Part I: Broken Bride
Save Our City
Part II: Tonight's the Night
Part III: The lam and the Dragon
Part IV: Morning in May

Warning: This fic is very AU. It involves violence, graphic horror scenes, suicide, and massive character death. I think a T rating would be safe.


Broken Bride

Part 1: Broken Bride

I take a deep breath and lean back against...

Okay, so i know i geplaatst this kind of fast but i had finished all my work (wow, what a miracle) and had a lot of free time. So, here's my entry. I hope u enjoy. :)

Prompt: House, magic.

Summary: Throughout his life House learns about the versatility of magic.

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“What are u doing boy?”

An eight jaar old Greg House looked up at his father from where he was sitting on his bedroom floor, his eyes wide, packs of playing cards strewn around him.

“Billy showed me something today. I wanted to learn how to do it too.” House said, avoiding direct...