Sorry for the wait, busy-busy-busy. This is part two of the fic. If bạn didn't catch the first, bạn can find it here, hoặc on the Huddy Spot. Part three coming soon.
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18 years ago
Hacy_Huddy Era - After college
Hacy - First three years
After college, House received a job offer at a hospital in New Jersey. Leaving abruptly and without notice, his parents, especially his father, were outraged. They had repeatedly called him asking about his whereabouts, but he just allowed them to make their phone calls and leave their voicemails. But after a few weeks hoặc so, he gave in for the thought of his mother. He had kept contact with his mother, and his mother alone.
Working as a nephrologist, he had consults and surgeries to conduct nearly every ngày of working. He felt his days to be tiring and boring, completely the opposite he was expecting out of college. He was hoping he could just go back to Michigan and stay there forever, rather than being out in the world like this.
Back at Michigan, Cuddy had returned for a third năm at U of M, slowly advancing her way through with her intelligence. Within a năm hoặc so, she'd be prepared to graduate. On the downside of it all however, things had returned to a normal state for her, in which she wasn't used to but she would be, soon enough. The spontaneity had ended due to his departure, but after a while things had gotten tiring and quite boring for her also.
But one day, things had overturned for House. On a weekend Saturday, the administrator had a treat for the staff: paintball match. He had invited nearly all the doctors and the lawyers for a match between. With an giờ games worth, House had been shot very few times, but most of the hits had shot out from the mysterious lurking figure out behind the gray fence. Still in his gear, he slowly made his way over there for a surprise attack, but as soon as he turned the corner the figure shot him down with nearly ten quick hits. Falling to the ground, his gear fell off and his face was revealed. He just stared at this figure before him. It then removed its gear revealing the face.
"Stacy Monroe." she said, holding out a hand. House just stared at her for a second, before allowing her to help him up.
"I targeted bạn the most because bạn were an easy target." she đã đưa ý kiến proudly.
"Right."
"Greg House?"
"Am I supposed to know you?"
"It'd come in handy since we work together anyway."
"Right."
"Lawyer, if bạn were wondering." she started as they walked back to the building.
"Doctor, if bạn cared." he replied.
"I think I could've done the math." she đã đưa ý kiến with a smile. He just smiled back, and they walked together back to the building along with all their other colleagues. Then they parted ways once they were all prepared to leave. He was slightly disappointed that he couldn't talk to her more, but was looking phía trước, chuyển tiếp to work when the weekend was over. Which was an entirely new first for him. After meeting her again at work, everything happened so fast: Banter and conversation had led to a date, which failed miserably but within a week, they found themselves living together. She had moved in with him into his apartment and from that moment on, they were inseparable. Until two years later.
At a convention not too far from Princeton, House attended with colleagues from work. Like every other convention he had been to, he found himself, uninterested, unfocused and Mất tích in his own little world. However, in a brief moment something happened--
Standing in one direction, perfectly still his eyes silenced the hall. Creating a darkness around him, he allowed his eyes to focus on one and one thing only: A young woman. Merely feet away from him. Early twenties, smiling and laughing. Slate eyes, black waves tracing down a pale skin--
Cuddy? he whispered. Her head turned, as if she had heard him and saw him looking at her. She excused herself from the people she was conversing with, and walked over to him with a surprised smile spread across her face.
"House?"
"What are bạn doing here." he asked slightly shocked. Thinking back, and remembering graduation night--remembering the last things he đã đưa ý kiến to her, it was like a ghost from giáng sinh past.
"I graduated. Hah. I would've invited you, but I figured bạn moved out of Michigan bởi the time I did. And I was right."
"Right." he began to walk away, in hope that he could take her somewhere else which he did, over bởi a staircase.
"Where are bạn working," she asked as they approached the staircase. She folded her arms and leaned against the tường as he sat on the third step.
"What relevance does it have to this conversation?"
"Why, are bạn out of work?" she asked with a hint of hope.
"Why ask?"
"Why câu hỏi my curiosity?"
"You have a curiosity about my career, and there's a reason bạn do."
"Seeing as I owe you." he threw her an entertained grin and glare.
"I have a job--but what are bạn offering?"
"To repay my debt, I think I can get bạn a slot, over at Princeton-Plainsbro."
"Seriously."
"I'm good with the administrator. I can convince him."
"And good was a euphemism for 'sleeping with' while 'convince' was a euphemism for seduce?"
"Oh of course. I'm the one all about sex. bạn practically threw your highly drunken self on me that night. Plus, he was my boyfriend before the dean."
"Oh my God--"
"Shut up--"
"was I so right--"
"Shut it--
"how right was I?"
"I'm not a slut, House." he just laughed hysterically on the stairs before replying.
"Who đã đưa ý kiến bạn were?" he just looked up at her and she smiled innocently at him. He continued talking, remembering to bring up Stacy.
"You need attorneys?"
"We don't need any necessarily, but it's useful."
"Stacy Monroe."
"Girlfriend?"
"Yep."
"Okay."
"What's your sex toy's name?"
"Harry Quinton. Not only is he my, 'sex toy' but he's now your boss. So be good to him. It's not like bạn have a choice anyway."
"Right. I thought bạn stood on that one--what was it? Employee-employer kind of rule."
"Who đã đưa ý kiến I did?"
"You just seemed like that person."
"Right. Well, I'll talk to him and let bạn know as soon as possible."
"Won't be that long. bạn go home, have the sex, and bạn bring it up as he spoons you. The guys horny so he'll say yes, and easy ticket for me and Stace. Right?" she just shook her head and smirked to herself as she walked away.
Both paths reunited again--things would never be the same.
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18 years ago
Hacy_Huddy Era - After college
Hacy - First three years
After college, House received a job offer at a hospital in New Jersey. Leaving abruptly and without notice, his parents, especially his father, were outraged. They had repeatedly called him asking about his whereabouts, but he just allowed them to make their phone calls and leave their voicemails. But after a few weeks hoặc so, he gave in for the thought of his mother. He had kept contact with his mother, and his mother alone.
Working as a nephrologist, he had consults and surgeries to conduct nearly every ngày of working. He felt his days to be tiring and boring, completely the opposite he was expecting out of college. He was hoping he could just go back to Michigan and stay there forever, rather than being out in the world like this.
Back at Michigan, Cuddy had returned for a third năm at U of M, slowly advancing her way through with her intelligence. Within a năm hoặc so, she'd be prepared to graduate. On the downside of it all however, things had returned to a normal state for her, in which she wasn't used to but she would be, soon enough. The spontaneity had ended due to his departure, but after a while things had gotten tiring and quite boring for her also.
But one day, things had overturned for House. On a weekend Saturday, the administrator had a treat for the staff: paintball match. He had invited nearly all the doctors and the lawyers for a match between. With an giờ games worth, House had been shot very few times, but most of the hits had shot out from the mysterious lurking figure out behind the gray fence. Still in his gear, he slowly made his way over there for a surprise attack, but as soon as he turned the corner the figure shot him down with nearly ten quick hits. Falling to the ground, his gear fell off and his face was revealed. He just stared at this figure before him. It then removed its gear revealing the face.
"Stacy Monroe." she said, holding out a hand. House just stared at her for a second, before allowing her to help him up.
"I targeted bạn the most because bạn were an easy target." she đã đưa ý kiến proudly.
"Right."
"Greg House?"
"Am I supposed to know you?"
"It'd come in handy since we work together anyway."
"Right."
"Lawyer, if bạn were wondering." she started as they walked back to the building.
"Doctor, if bạn cared." he replied.
"I think I could've done the math." she đã đưa ý kiến with a smile. He just smiled back, and they walked together back to the building along with all their other colleagues. Then they parted ways once they were all prepared to leave. He was slightly disappointed that he couldn't talk to her more, but was looking phía trước, chuyển tiếp to work when the weekend was over. Which was an entirely new first for him. After meeting her again at work, everything happened so fast: Banter and conversation had led to a date, which failed miserably but within a week, they found themselves living together. She had moved in with him into his apartment and from that moment on, they were inseparable. Until two years later.
At a convention not too far from Princeton, House attended with colleagues from work. Like every other convention he had been to, he found himself, uninterested, unfocused and Mất tích in his own little world. However, in a brief moment something happened--
Standing in one direction, perfectly still his eyes silenced the hall. Creating a darkness around him, he allowed his eyes to focus on one and one thing only: A young woman. Merely feet away from him. Early twenties, smiling and laughing. Slate eyes, black waves tracing down a pale skin--
Cuddy? he whispered. Her head turned, as if she had heard him and saw him looking at her. She excused herself from the people she was conversing with, and walked over to him with a surprised smile spread across her face.
"House?"
"What are bạn doing here." he asked slightly shocked. Thinking back, and remembering graduation night--remembering the last things he đã đưa ý kiến to her, it was like a ghost from giáng sinh past.
"I graduated. Hah. I would've invited you, but I figured bạn moved out of Michigan bởi the time I did. And I was right."
"Right." he began to walk away, in hope that he could take her somewhere else which he did, over bởi a staircase.
"Where are bạn working," she asked as they approached the staircase. She folded her arms and leaned against the tường as he sat on the third step.
"What relevance does it have to this conversation?"
"Why, are bạn out of work?" she asked with a hint of hope.
"Why ask?"
"Why câu hỏi my curiosity?"
"You have a curiosity about my career, and there's a reason bạn do."
"Seeing as I owe you." he threw her an entertained grin and glare.
"I have a job--but what are bạn offering?"
"To repay my debt, I think I can get bạn a slot, over at Princeton-Plainsbro."
"Seriously."
"I'm good with the administrator. I can convince him."
"And good was a euphemism for 'sleeping with' while 'convince' was a euphemism for seduce?"
"Oh of course. I'm the one all about sex. bạn practically threw your highly drunken self on me that night. Plus, he was my boyfriend before the dean."
"Oh my God--"
"Shut up--"
"was I so right--"
"Shut it--
"how right was I?"
"I'm not a slut, House." he just laughed hysterically on the stairs before replying.
"Who đã đưa ý kiến bạn were?" he just looked up at her and she smiled innocently at him. He continued talking, remembering to bring up Stacy.
"You need attorneys?"
"We don't need any necessarily, but it's useful."
"Stacy Monroe."
"Girlfriend?"
"Yep."
"Okay."
"What's your sex toy's name?"
"Harry Quinton. Not only is he my, 'sex toy' but he's now your boss. So be good to him. It's not like bạn have a choice anyway."
"Right. I thought bạn stood on that one--what was it? Employee-employer kind of rule."
"Who đã đưa ý kiến I did?"
"You just seemed like that person."
"Right. Well, I'll talk to him and let bạn know as soon as possible."
"Won't be that long. bạn go home, have the sex, and bạn bring it up as he spoons you. The guys horny so he'll say yes, and easy ticket for me and Stace. Right?" she just shook her head and smirked to herself as she walked away.
Both paths reunited again--things would never be the same.
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Our plan is to have fans, as many as we can get, to mail the studio head of their choice a lovely, but very inexpensive, Roller giày trượt băng, skate charm. A "Cheap Skate" for a bunch of Cheap Skates.
For this effort to work, we need to bring national attention to it. bạn can help bởi digging this article:
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And of course telling những người hâm mộ everywhere to visit, sign up, and speak out at link.