So guys sorry I was in exams (I still am but they’re getting easier) and well today I was absent to school so I thought I would write the siguiente chap. I hope tu like it and leave a review they always make me smile =) Reviews are love! I have to admit this isn’t the best chap but well when the S person is here it’s gonna be más interesting since Cuddy will be jealous…
“Wilson this is the psych. The psych this is Wilson” Wilson stared up and down House as he pointed him with his cane. The Psych stood in the door, lectura the thoughts coming from Wilson and from House. She could see the interesting couple of friends they were.
“House what are tu doing? tu are suppo-“
“Yeah, yeah I know but Littlelittle Greg missed me.” House made perrito, cachorro eyes and Wilson rolled his eyes.
“Still tu know this will-“
“He knows that and tu know he knows too. So why do tu bother telling him this if he will just shrug it off?” The Psych interfered. She stepped to see Wilson closer. He seemed like the superhero of the story to her, the good guy who loved to help and make everyone feel good. She smiled, it was a better personality than House’s but House was más fun to decipher since he was always hiding behind this grumpy curtain and Wilson, he wore his corazón on his sleeve.
“Wait-wha-why are tu called the Psych?” Wilson stammered .
“Because she can read minds-“
“And yeah he knows it would be a psychic then but it’s shorter to say and it sounds better, don’t tu think so? Wait, who is Amber?” Wilson‘s eyes widened. He opened his mouth to say something but didn’t respond, House glanced to the floor.
“I’m sorry, it jumped in your mind and I didn’t know yet she was dead. tu still miss her don’t you? Is that true?” She turned to see House. House raised an eyebrow.
“What’s true?”
“That tu killed her and-“ House’s eyes began to fire.
“You still think I killed her?” He asked Wilson. Wilson stood numb, he didn’0tknow what to say. He did still believe it was House’s fault although más than a couple of years have passed. House stared at Wilson disapprovingly and left. The Psych followed but before she went out she told Wilson sorry.
“House stop.” He didn’t obey her. He continued walking.
“Stop!” House didn’t even turn around then he heard a muffled sound and a cry of pain. The psych was on the floor. House limped towards her. She was conscious which wasn’t good for the situation she was going through. Her ankle was swollen and the bruises had begun to appear. She was bleeding internally. House paged the team to come and mover the girl. He would have done it but after all little little Greg had missed him.
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“House.” The Psych smiled at seeing him when she woke up.
“What do tu want?”
“Did tu fight with Cuddy?” She dicho just above a whisper, they had put anesthesia so she could not feel pain. But the effect had passed and she wouldn’t mostrar weakness, just like House would have done.
“Shouldn’t tu be twisting and screaming?” House asked still sitting in the sofá in front of her. He was what the psych thought was sad, she couldn’t read why since she didn’t have the strength.
“Maybe, but I’m too vain to mostrar pain. Does it remind tu of someone?” House nodded. He didn’t know why he answered the girl preguntas but she brought him trust. She will rata him in front of his best friends and his boss but there was something about that girl.
“I want to see Cuddy.” She declared in a much stronger tone now.
“Why?”
“Because I need to see if she has found my parents and if not if she could bring a lawyer. Maybe Stacy?” House didn’t feel surprise anymore, he had understand the girl’s knowledge was great. What bugged him now was why she was trying to get to know all the people-
“You care about? Because I want to get to know tu and because maybe I shouldn’t care for your relationships but I know I do and I want to help and although tu don’t want my help, I know tu want to know yourself better. Think about it. I can read everybody’s mind. Cuddy’s, Wilson’s, yours… It doesn’t matter who it is. Nobody keeps secrets from me. “ She was right, she had explored Cuddy’s , Wilson’s and House’s mind a lot in the short time she had been in the hospital.
“I’ll see what I can do.” And with that House left. The Psych knew immediately what he was planning to do. She didn’t stop him though, she will always win. Always
A/N: I really didn’t like this chap but oh well whatever the siguiente one will have Huddy, although this chap was important because it will help me explain the ending. Thanks for reading!!!
“Wilson this is the psych. The psych this is Wilson” Wilson stared up and down House as he pointed him with his cane. The Psych stood in the door, lectura the thoughts coming from Wilson and from House. She could see the interesting couple of friends they were.
“House what are tu doing? tu are suppo-“
“Yeah, yeah I know but Littlelittle Greg missed me.” House made perrito, cachorro eyes and Wilson rolled his eyes.
“Still tu know this will-“
“He knows that and tu know he knows too. So why do tu bother telling him this if he will just shrug it off?” The Psych interfered. She stepped to see Wilson closer. He seemed like the superhero of the story to her, the good guy who loved to help and make everyone feel good. She smiled, it was a better personality than House’s but House was más fun to decipher since he was always hiding behind this grumpy curtain and Wilson, he wore his corazón on his sleeve.
“Wait-wha-why are tu called the Psych?” Wilson stammered .
“Because she can read minds-“
“And yeah he knows it would be a psychic then but it’s shorter to say and it sounds better, don’t tu think so? Wait, who is Amber?” Wilson‘s eyes widened. He opened his mouth to say something but didn’t respond, House glanced to the floor.
“I’m sorry, it jumped in your mind and I didn’t know yet she was dead. tu still miss her don’t you? Is that true?” She turned to see House. House raised an eyebrow.
“What’s true?”
“That tu killed her and-“ House’s eyes began to fire.
“You still think I killed her?” He asked Wilson. Wilson stood numb, he didn’0tknow what to say. He did still believe it was House’s fault although más than a couple of years have passed. House stared at Wilson disapprovingly and left. The Psych followed but before she went out she told Wilson sorry.
“House stop.” He didn’t obey her. He continued walking.
“Stop!” House didn’t even turn around then he heard a muffled sound and a cry of pain. The psych was on the floor. House limped towards her. She was conscious which wasn’t good for the situation she was going through. Her ankle was swollen and the bruises had begun to appear. She was bleeding internally. House paged the team to come and mover the girl. He would have done it but after all little little Greg had missed him.
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“House.” The Psych smiled at seeing him when she woke up.
“What do tu want?”
“Did tu fight with Cuddy?” She dicho just above a whisper, they had put anesthesia so she could not feel pain. But the effect had passed and she wouldn’t mostrar weakness, just like House would have done.
“Shouldn’t tu be twisting and screaming?” House asked still sitting in the sofá in front of her. He was what the psych thought was sad, she couldn’t read why since she didn’t have the strength.
“Maybe, but I’m too vain to mostrar pain. Does it remind tu of someone?” House nodded. He didn’t know why he answered the girl preguntas but she brought him trust. She will rata him in front of his best friends and his boss but there was something about that girl.
“I want to see Cuddy.” She declared in a much stronger tone now.
“Why?”
“Because I need to see if she has found my parents and if not if she could bring a lawyer. Maybe Stacy?” House didn’t feel surprise anymore, he had understand the girl’s knowledge was great. What bugged him now was why she was trying to get to know all the people-
“You care about? Because I want to get to know tu and because maybe I shouldn’t care for your relationships but I know I do and I want to help and although tu don’t want my help, I know tu want to know yourself better. Think about it. I can read everybody’s mind. Cuddy’s, Wilson’s, yours… It doesn’t matter who it is. Nobody keeps secrets from me. “ She was right, she had explored Cuddy’s , Wilson’s and House’s mind a lot in the short time she had been in the hospital.
“I’ll see what I can do.” And with that House left. The Psych knew immediately what he was planning to do. She didn’t stop him though, she will always win. Always
A/N: I really didn’t like this chap but oh well whatever the siguiente one will have Huddy, although this chap was important because it will help me explain the ending. Thanks for reading!!!
Okay, hi, my name is obviously Lena. I have been writting a fanfic for two years now. It is a House fanfic, but it is very depressing and people die. Lot's of people. Also since we don't have lot of background stories on some of the characters I made some up that are probably really far off, but interesting and they serve to make a point. In the beginning the characters are a lot younger. Cuddy is 18. I know, no one could ever be a dean at 18, but the story covers a span of 33 years so I had to make them young. If tu would like me to publicar it please comment. Thank you. =)
A poem I wrote while I was bored. It's about House and his pain. How his pain keeps him from dealing with his problems.
Pain: A House poem.
Pain, It distracts me,
It keeps me from being angry,
It blocks out problems I don’t want to face
Scars vanish without a trace
Pain, It makes me forget
All of my regrets
About those I pushed away
When I really wanted them to stay
Pain, It takes away my fears
Like, if I will be alone the rest of my years
Left here to drown
In all of my secret tears
On pain I am now dependant,
Though it is my assailant
I am as addicted to the pain
As I am to drugs I use to make it no longer remain
Thanks for reading!!! Plz comment!!!
Pain: A House poem.
Pain, It distracts me,
It keeps me from being angry,
It blocks out problems I don’t want to face
Scars vanish without a trace
Pain, It makes me forget
All of my regrets
About those I pushed away
When I really wanted them to stay
Pain, It takes away my fears
Like, if I will be alone the rest of my years
Left here to drown
In all of my secret tears
On pain I am now dependant,
Though it is my assailant
I am as addicted to the pain
As I am to drugs I use to make it no longer remain
Thanks for reading!!! Plz comment!!!
