I told tu you'd get a first chapie soon...
So, this is where I enter the RISK land, and, no, sadly it ain't Las Vegas...
o Atlantic City D:
I hope tu like it, cause, oh, boy, I got myself into something big.
But, oh well, I need to grow as a writer, and how can I if I choose to write only seguro things?
Anyway, I hope that I manage to live up to your expectations :)
God knows, I want to

Chapter 1

“What the hell happened?” House thought as he got up from the floor, somehow having ended up in an estranged living room.
He went to the bathroom during the lunch break he was having with his girlfriend and somehow, he ended up here.
Only here wasn't something familiar.
'This can't be happening' House hung his head as he looked around the place. He wasn't sure where he was, how he'd gotten there, o what time of the día it was.
That all wouldn't have bothered him if he had gotten very drunk previously, but no such memory occurred to him.
The only thing left for him as a reasonable explanation to all of it, was not so opportune and not so reasonable, but it was still an explanation.
He was hallucinating again. Although, he hadn't taken any Vicodin.
He'd have to consult doctor Nolan again. This wasn't something that was supposed to happen, but again, his girlfriend Lisa wasn't supposed to be dating him, and yet she was.

Yeah, he was probably hallucinating. He didn't dare acknowledge it could be something else. After all,
hallucinations were medically acclaimed and acknowledged, time traveling wasn't.

“Where's my naked Cuddy gonna appear?” House looked around the living room, which he couldn't not notice was nicely decorated and, nothing less but, huge. This could end up being the best hallucination o ...fantasy.

Oh, yeah, fantasy. That one just popped in mind. But he should have been asleep o passed out to have those... Which took him to his girlfriend again.
They were having lunch together, she must have put something in his food, something like sleep meds.
Damn that cunning woman! Just when they had bet that he wouldn't have a cena with her family if he managed to do all his clinic hours for that day.
Damn.
She sure wanted him to have that cena más than she was all over him trying to get him do the clinic duty. Not that she wasn't all over him anyway. House smirked as he remembered how she'd waken him up in the middle of anterior night, being in one of her playful moods.

He'd have to have his way with her later, make her pay for what she'd done to him. tu couldn't just go on and trick Gregory House and get away with it... Oh no... Yes, she'd won, he'd go to the cena with her parents (not that he had any other choice if he wanted his ticket to Hoo Ha land to last), but damn, she would pay for what she did.
Now, if he could only trick his mind into bringing him a naked Lisa Cuddy to this fantasy, he would be settled for the few hours he'd be in this medically induced sleep.
He could just as well try and get creative with the ways he would make his girlfriend pay for what she did to him, and what better way to practice than having a sex fantasy.

House turned around to face the windows of the place his mind chose to place him in and found himself staring at the beautiful pool.
'Woah' he grinned as he praised his mind for giving him a piece of the puzzle he needed. He just found the best place he could get his way with one cunning minx that was his girlfriend.
He tried limping to the windows and the door that was set in between them, which led outside to the pool and patio area, but found himself able to walk normally. Another perk of his fantasies. His leg didn't hurt there.

He opened the door to the patio and stared at the city view he got from there. Hm... Los Angles wasn't really his favorito! fantasía setting, but sure, that would do too. He'd prefer Vegas, though. That way, all that sinning he was planning to get done once his mind decided to finally give him his naked, o partially naked (preferably dressed as a Vegas stripper, oops, exotic dancer), girlfriend would get a whole new dimension.

House went back inside and easily found the cocina and the fridge in it. Surprisingly... not, the fridge was full of scotch and vodka. His mind sure knew how to please him.
With a smirk on his face, after all, none of this would ever really have any affect to his liver, (another perk of the fantasies) he reached for his buddy Walker and before he got a chance to pop it open, he heard the campana ring.

“Oh, I'm so coming” Greg grinned as he placed the bottle on the cocina counter and rushed to open the door.

He opened it, slowly, grand master Pimp style, and gazed at the one thing he was expecting from the moment he found himself in his fantasy.

“You bad bad girl, Lisa” House raised his eyebrow, trying to act all naughty, as he was met with the sight of his favorito! woman. However, that sight was a bit different than he expected.
Lisa just looked at him, with a growing frown and before she had a chance to say anything, House decided to make his mind trick his fantasía girl.

“Why aren't tu naked?” He pouted playfully, getting one step closer to tricking his mind into changing his girlfriend from wearing clothes... to not wearing any.

“Hugh, are tu ok?” Lisa shot him a confused glare.
Oh, goodie. His fantasía girl was all about role playing. House smirked again.
This fantasía was just getting better and better.

And he was now más than willing to go to that cena with her parents once he woke up. After all, she might have ended up giving him the time of his life, without even knowing.
Yeah, he was a lucky unconscious bastard.


So, am I taking this to a higher, lunatic level, o what?
Please, tell me what tu think.
Do not hesitate :D
amor tu all