A/N ok im in a good head el espacio at the moment so here's part 19...listening to 'dear my friend' por miyavi and 'dead school screaming' por alice nine does some good things to your head...read review and rate...if tu did look at my fanart i hope tu liked it...its not the best work i've done...oh...umm the reason why their names keep changing from greg and lisa to cuddy and house is coz of the way the characters are feeling..so when they're at work its automatically last names and when its really fluffy it becomes first names....
The phone rang siguiente to Greg's head on the bedside table. He mumbled incoherently to himself, flipped and looked at the caller id on the phone.
Party Pants Calling
He rolled his eyes, quickly glanced at the clock which read 0218.
"What? It's twenty past two," he answered with a husky 'i've-just-woken-up' voice.
"I'm annoying you, tu gave me your insomnia," Lisa giggled on the other end.
"You're drunk," he guessed. He heard her giggle some more, "My point confirmed,"
"I'm not drunk, I'm just a little -"she tried thinking of the word but just burst into laughter. "Do tu wanna come over and fuck me Greg?"
He smiled to himself, Lisa always had become horny after drinking, remembering the memories of their college years.
"No, go to cama Lisa, our relationship - remember - isn't allowed. Remember what we agreed on?"
"Noooope!"
Greg rolled his eyes, "Fine I'll come over but I'm not going to have sex with a drunk, horny Lisa Cuddy," he said, "Although that could e quite interesting," he mused.
"Byyyyeeee Byyyyeeee see tu sooooon,"
Greg flipped the phone shut. He had a feeling as to why Lisa was drunk. She was drowning her anger and sorrows of the days work. Her argument with Wilson had caused both Greg and Lisa to become distraught and más miserable than usual.
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Greg arrived at Lisa's place in the el espacio of 10 minutos and when he got there he made his way up the dark path. Before he even go to knock on the door, the door was flung open and there she was.
She looked drunk and por the looks of the red rimmed eyes, she had been quite upset about something.
"Helloooooo," she greeted, pulling Greg into an unexpected kiss.
"Now," he dicho breaking the kiss, "Get into cama and go to sleep, the hospital has room for only one insomniac and that would be me,"
"Come to cama with me then?" she asked.
"I'm n ot having sex with tu and if I slept in the same cama as tu it would make it exceedingly had not to stop myself from falling into temptation,"
"I don't wanna have sex with you!" her mood was suddenly changing, "It's my time of the mes and it would get very messy."
"Thanks for the information," he dicho with a hint of sarcasm.
"You're welcome," she replied in a cheesy tone.
Greg put his hand out for Lisa to take and he led her to the bedroom. He ordered her to lie down and to go to sleep.
She patted the empty side with her hand, wanting him to get in. He shook his head.
"I'm going home, I actually have work tomorrow,"
"But tu don't do it, we could take a día off tomorrow and spend it together,"
"What happened to our non-relationship rue?" he asked.
"I don't give a fuck if the board finds out anymore, I amor tu and I want you,"
"This is drunk, horny Lisa talking, not sane, sober and administrative Lisa,"
"I'll write it down and then I'll remember and then I'll be my sane and sober self,"
Greg rolled his eyes. "I'm only staying till morning, got it?" he said, slipping in between the sheets.
Immediately he felt Lisa envolver, abrigo herself around him.
"Goodnight, Greg," she whispered, besar his shoulder.
"Goodnight, Lisa".....
TBC
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The phone rang siguiente to Greg's head on the bedside table. He mumbled incoherently to himself, flipped and looked at the caller id on the phone.
Party Pants Calling
He rolled his eyes, quickly glanced at the clock which read 0218.
"What? It's twenty past two," he answered with a husky 'i've-just-woken-up' voice.
"I'm annoying you, tu gave me your insomnia," Lisa giggled on the other end.
"You're drunk," he guessed. He heard her giggle some more, "My point confirmed,"
"I'm not drunk, I'm just a little -"she tried thinking of the word but just burst into laughter. "Do tu wanna come over and fuck me Greg?"
He smiled to himself, Lisa always had become horny after drinking, remembering the memories of their college years.
"No, go to cama Lisa, our relationship - remember - isn't allowed. Remember what we agreed on?"
"Noooope!"
Greg rolled his eyes, "Fine I'll come over but I'm not going to have sex with a drunk, horny Lisa Cuddy," he said, "Although that could e quite interesting," he mused.
"Byyyyeeee Byyyyeeee see tu sooooon,"
Greg flipped the phone shut. He had a feeling as to why Lisa was drunk. She was drowning her anger and sorrows of the days work. Her argument with Wilson had caused both Greg and Lisa to become distraught and más miserable than usual.
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Greg arrived at Lisa's place in the el espacio of 10 minutos and when he got there he made his way up the dark path. Before he even go to knock on the door, the door was flung open and there she was.
She looked drunk and por the looks of the red rimmed eyes, she had been quite upset about something.
"Helloooooo," she greeted, pulling Greg into an unexpected kiss.
"Now," he dicho breaking the kiss, "Get into cama and go to sleep, the hospital has room for only one insomniac and that would be me,"
"Come to cama with me then?" she asked.
"I'm n ot having sex with tu and if I slept in the same cama as tu it would make it exceedingly had not to stop myself from falling into temptation,"
"I don't wanna have sex with you!" her mood was suddenly changing, "It's my time of the mes and it would get very messy."
"Thanks for the information," he dicho with a hint of sarcasm.
"You're welcome," she replied in a cheesy tone.
Greg put his hand out for Lisa to take and he led her to the bedroom. He ordered her to lie down and to go to sleep.
She patted the empty side with her hand, wanting him to get in. He shook his head.
"I'm going home, I actually have work tomorrow,"
"But tu don't do it, we could take a día off tomorrow and spend it together,"
"What happened to our non-relationship rue?" he asked.
"I don't give a fuck if the board finds out anymore, I amor tu and I want you,"
"This is drunk, horny Lisa talking, not sane, sober and administrative Lisa,"
"I'll write it down and then I'll remember and then I'll be my sane and sober self,"
Greg rolled his eyes. "I'm only staying till morning, got it?" he said, slipping in between the sheets.
Immediately he felt Lisa envolver, abrigo herself around him.
"Goodnight, Greg," she whispered, besar his shoulder.
"Goodnight, Lisa".....
TBC
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xxx
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!!!