sorry about the delays again but I can tell bạn right now I have written up to chapter 17… :) I have been thinking of bạn guys… im not that harsh…
my week has been shit, like most other weeks…lol…anyways read and review (that’s also part of the reason for my delay in update, I need bạn guys to review) !!!! those on fanpop, please rate…
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huddyaimee
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House and Cuddy, dressed in their underwear, had traipsed through the forest for a few hours before coming to an opening. It was a large field with a river cutting it and right infront of their faces was a small house. It looked abandoned, but not to House.
“Ah, there it is,” he exclaimed
“You knew it was here?” Cuddy asked slightly startled as Rachel played with her hair.
“Yeah, of course I did,”
“O-kay,” she đã đưa ý kiến slowly.
“This is where I grew up,” he said, taking note on her blunt tone.
“Oh,”
A gentle breeze blew bởi and the wind chill had dropped a few degrees. House saw Cuddy shiver, and he ushered her to the house. Upon entering, she noticed it was a well furnished house, especially an old one. To her right was a stone fireplace and in front of that was a lông, lông thú rug and a small couch. To her left was a hand-crafted bàn with matching chairs. Further back into the house was a small phòng bếp, nhà bếp with a fridge and gas cooker.
Cuddy immediately thought how there was gas and electricity out here.
“I tapped into the main supply, there’s free gas, water and electricity out here,” House said.
Cuddy nodded and continued through the house and down the hall. To her left was a bathroom – tiled unlike the wood everywhere else around the house. To her right was a small bedroom with a single bed, a cũi, giường cũi and a set of drawers. But Cuddy was not drawn to this; she was drawn to the room in front of her.
Straight there in front of her eyes was the most beautiful sight. The long grass, chẻ, phân chia, split bởi only the river which further down turned into a small lake. In the background were hills with the sun slowly descending behind them.
“Wow,” Cuddy muttered to herself.
She was broken from her fantaisie when House came up behind her and put his hands on her waist.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he whispered into her ear.
“Yes, she replied, almost sighing.
“Go and put Rachel into the cũi, giường cũi in the other room whilst I get the ngọn lửa, chữa cháy going, come back here and grab the blanket and sit on the couch,”
Cuddy thought about the bed; she hadn’t seen a giường in here.
“The giường beneath your eyes, Cuddy!” House yelled from the other room.
Cuddy looked around and realised she was standing in the master bedroom.
Two chests of drawers were pushed up against the tường behind her and on either side of the door. There was also another hand-crafted item; the King-sized giường which was covered in the lông, lông thú blanket that House had mentioned before.
Cuddy turned and went and tucked Rachel into the cũi, giường cũi in the other room and pulled the curtains. She returned to the master bedroom and grabbed the blanket and made her way to the main area where she found House poking and prodding the fire.
“How come it’s so furnished?” she asked him.
“I try come here for the weekend every week; I like it here,” he told her.
“You’re so – kind,” she said, thinking carefully about how she was to word her sentence.
“I am not really a misanthrope, it’s just a mask,”
“Would bạn still be an đít, mông, ass to me?”
“Why?”
“The legendary Greg House was the arrogant đít, mông, ass that I grew to love,”
“I’ll put it on for bạn then,” he said, sighing in a mock anger.
“Thank you,” she đã đưa ý kiến happily – her smile beaming. She gestured for him to come and sit with her.
Opening up the blanket for him, House came and sat with her. She pulled the blanket around them, forcing him to lay against her chest. She sighed at the contact.
“Wait,” House said, pulling away and reaching into the bàn beside the couch.
He pulled out a familiar trái cam, màu da cam medicine bottle.
“Not Vicodin, please,” she complained.
“It’s not Vicodin,”
“I know Vicodin when I see it, House,”
“This is the medication people THINK I’m ‘addicted’ too,” he đã đưa ý kiến using air-quotes.
“What is it then?” she asked.
“It stops us from changing. If we take one, it delays our change bởi six hours and when we take two, we don’t change at all that night,”
“So this is why I have seen bạn at the hospital at night?”
“Yep,” he said, handing her two pills and popping two for himself.
She popped her pills and began mindlessly stroking his hair as he leaned against her and drifted off into sleep.
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huddyaimee
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im feeling nice and am going to give bạn a teaser for the tiếp theo chapter, and you’ll be left waiting and bạn will probably hate me…BUT…I DON’T CARE!!! mwahahahaha…so here it is…
‘I know bạn can hear my thoughts, Lisa, but did bạn ever think that I might be able to hear yours?’
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO….please review…those on fp please rate!!!
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