starting a new fic peoples…its called two’s company threes a crowd…umm, it came to me after reading two similar stories…im trying not to make them exactly like the others, so sorry if it seems I am stealing your idea…yeah…so here’s chapter one…read and review (those on fp, please rate!)
**huddyaimee**
House sat in his office not rally doing anything but staring into space with his feet propped up on his desk. He had recently solved the case of a man who had, had a tumour behind his eye. It was an easy and uninteresting case until the man had complications after surgery. But all had been done, and now he was told he would be discharged in a few days.
Now; the matter of clinic duty was bugging House. He only had two meer hours to do for the rest of the week but he was refusing to do it. He knew that within minuten his boss would march down the corridor in her tight overhemd, shirt and rok combo, sporting her hospital renowned cleavage that caught every mans attention; she would then storm into his office and have a big rant about how he had to do clinic ‘or else.’ House would then [hope like hell that her rant lasted for two hours so he couldn’t do his clinic duty] hobble down to the clinic and sit in an exam room doing nothing.
And, right on schedule, Lisa Cuddy came marching down the nearly deserted corridor with a look of determination and frustration masking her face. His door was flung inward on it’s hinges as she stood in front of his bureau with her hands on her hips. House removed his feet off the bureau and pulled himself closer as if he were interested in what she had to say.
“Ah, doctor Cuddy. What brings u to my office today?”
“Clinic – now,” she replied firmly.
House put a hand to his chest as if he were genuinely offended. “Why, that’s no way to talk to an employee. What happened to manners?”
Cuddy glared at him before rolling her eyes. She shifted her weight to her left foot and sighed. “Doctor House, would u be as kind as to go down to the clinic and do your remaining hours?”
“Now that u mention it, I actually have better things to be doing,”
“House –“ but she was cut off door her phone vibrating violently. She looked embarrassed as House watched her put her hand down her overhemd, shirt to retrieve the phone; he was highly amused.
“Shut up,” she hissed before answering the phone. “Lisa Cuddy,”
There was a long pause.
“Why are u here? u know u can’t be!”
She looked at House who was interested and highly curious. Cuddy left the office and headed down the corridor for the elevator. House followed.
“What happened?!” Cuddy nearly shrieked before another pause. “Okay, I’ll be right there. Love u – bye.”
House quickly darted behind a small plant, pretending to hide from Cuddy as she turned her head to look at him.
“Clinic,”
“No lecture?”
“Now, House!”
“But moomm,”
“No buts’; get down there now!”
“Aww,”
**huddyaimee**
Cuddy had driven home pagina as fast as she could and when she got there, she saw the teenaged girl sitting on the porch steps with a sports bag. Cuddy jumped out of the car quickly.
“Hey,” Cuddy greeted. “We better get in quick. I guarantee u he followed me,”
“Why can’t u just tell him,” the girl replied as Cuddy unlocked the front door.
“He can barely take responsibility for himself, let alone you,” she said, ushering the girl in and closing the door behind them. Her ears picked up when she heard the low hums of a motorbike getting closer. “Get upstairs, now!”
The girl sprinted up the stairs and went and lay on Cuddy’s bed, reading a teen magazine. She could tell the motorbike was right out side as the engine cut off.
A knock at the door startled Cuddy, who quickly composed herself. She opened the door to see, non other than, House.
“I thought I told u to go and do your clinic duty?”
“Something’s up and I want to know what,” he said, completely ignoring Cuddy.
“You don’t need to know everything,”
“When it involves you, Jimmy and the ducklings, yeah I do,”
Go ba –“ but she was cut off when the thump of a bug upstairs got both her and House’s attention.
House smirked before making noises that would resemble leaving. When he shut the door he heard her.
“Mom, can I come down now!?”
Cuddy slapped her hand to her forehead, not daring to look at House’s reaction.
“Mom?” he asked.
**huddyaimee**
After a minuut of brutal pain, House was at the top, boven of the stairs and he immediately made a bee-line for Cuddy’s room. He stood in the door way, mouth open wide. On the bed lay the girl of around 15 of 16 who was a spitting image of Cuddy except for the eyes. They were not a grey like her mothers, but a bright blue who House could only guess where her fathers.
The girl looked up. “Hi, I’m Kirstin, who are you?”
“I’m Greg House,”
Kirstin rolled from her stomach and onto her back and squealed with excitement.
“Are u – okay?” House asked.
She sighed, coming down off her high. “Mom – is this him?”
Cuddy looked at her daughter from behind House in the door way. Cuddy nodded and House looked slightly confused. Kirstin saw this look and raised herself from the bed and went and embraced House.
“You’re my dad,” she zei into his chest.
House looked down at the dark haired girl hugging him. “I-I-I’m w-hhh-at?”
“You’re my dad,”
House spun his head to look at Cuddy, his eyes telling her to talk.
“I can explain,”
“I’m sure u can,”
**huddyaimee**
please tell me what u think…I have two meer chappies that just need to be typed up…
xxx
**huddyaimee**
House sat in his office not rally doing anything but staring into space with his feet propped up on his desk. He had recently solved the case of a man who had, had a tumour behind his eye. It was an easy and uninteresting case until the man had complications after surgery. But all had been done, and now he was told he would be discharged in a few days.
Now; the matter of clinic duty was bugging House. He only had two meer hours to do for the rest of the week but he was refusing to do it. He knew that within minuten his boss would march down the corridor in her tight overhemd, shirt and rok combo, sporting her hospital renowned cleavage that caught every mans attention; she would then storm into his office and have a big rant about how he had to do clinic ‘or else.’ House would then [hope like hell that her rant lasted for two hours so he couldn’t do his clinic duty] hobble down to the clinic and sit in an exam room doing nothing.
And, right on schedule, Lisa Cuddy came marching down the nearly deserted corridor with a look of determination and frustration masking her face. His door was flung inward on it’s hinges as she stood in front of his bureau with her hands on her hips. House removed his feet off the bureau and pulled himself closer as if he were interested in what she had to say.
“Ah, doctor Cuddy. What brings u to my office today?”
“Clinic – now,” she replied firmly.
House put a hand to his chest as if he were genuinely offended. “Why, that’s no way to talk to an employee. What happened to manners?”
Cuddy glared at him before rolling her eyes. She shifted her weight to her left foot and sighed. “Doctor House, would u be as kind as to go down to the clinic and do your remaining hours?”
“Now that u mention it, I actually have better things to be doing,”
“House –“ but she was cut off door her phone vibrating violently. She looked embarrassed as House watched her put her hand down her overhemd, shirt to retrieve the phone; he was highly amused.
“Shut up,” she hissed before answering the phone. “Lisa Cuddy,”
There was a long pause.
“Why are u here? u know u can’t be!”
She looked at House who was interested and highly curious. Cuddy left the office and headed down the corridor for the elevator. House followed.
“What happened?!” Cuddy nearly shrieked before another pause. “Okay, I’ll be right there. Love u – bye.”
House quickly darted behind a small plant, pretending to hide from Cuddy as she turned her head to look at him.
“Clinic,”
“No lecture?”
“Now, House!”
“But moomm,”
“No buts’; get down there now!”
“Aww,”
**huddyaimee**
Cuddy had driven home pagina as fast as she could and when she got there, she saw the teenaged girl sitting on the porch steps with a sports bag. Cuddy jumped out of the car quickly.
“Hey,” Cuddy greeted. “We better get in quick. I guarantee u he followed me,”
“Why can’t u just tell him,” the girl replied as Cuddy unlocked the front door.
“He can barely take responsibility for himself, let alone you,” she said, ushering the girl in and closing the door behind them. Her ears picked up when she heard the low hums of a motorbike getting closer. “Get upstairs, now!”
The girl sprinted up the stairs and went and lay on Cuddy’s bed, reading a teen magazine. She could tell the motorbike was right out side as the engine cut off.
A knock at the door startled Cuddy, who quickly composed herself. She opened the door to see, non other than, House.
“I thought I told u to go and do your clinic duty?”
“Something’s up and I want to know what,” he said, completely ignoring Cuddy.
“You don’t need to know everything,”
“When it involves you, Jimmy and the ducklings, yeah I do,”
Go ba –“ but she was cut off when the thump of a bug upstairs got both her and House’s attention.
House smirked before making noises that would resemble leaving. When he shut the door he heard her.
“Mom, can I come down now!?”
Cuddy slapped her hand to her forehead, not daring to look at House’s reaction.
“Mom?” he asked.
**huddyaimee**
After a minuut of brutal pain, House was at the top, boven of the stairs and he immediately made a bee-line for Cuddy’s room. He stood in the door way, mouth open wide. On the bed lay the girl of around 15 of 16 who was a spitting image of Cuddy except for the eyes. They were not a grey like her mothers, but a bright blue who House could only guess where her fathers.
The girl looked up. “Hi, I’m Kirstin, who are you?”
“I’m Greg House,”
Kirstin rolled from her stomach and onto her back and squealed with excitement.
“Are u – okay?” House asked.
She sighed, coming down off her high. “Mom – is this him?”
Cuddy looked at her daughter from behind House in the door way. Cuddy nodded and House looked slightly confused. Kirstin saw this look and raised herself from the bed and went and embraced House.
“You’re my dad,” she zei into his chest.
House looked down at the dark haired girl hugging him. “I-I-I’m w-hhh-at?”
“You’re my dad,”
House spun his head to look at Cuddy, his eyes telling her to talk.
“I can explain,”
“I’m sure u can,”
**huddyaimee**
please tell me what u think…I have two meer chappies that just need to be typed up…
xxx
