My friend, my brother

Sepia Memories:

A blue moon echoed across the lake, dipping into the earth with each tender wave that crashed against the jagged rock. Restless creatures spoke into the night, whispering platitudes across the water, wishing for the new daybreak. These sounds of the early morning were as scary as they were calming, and although four walls and locks surrounded Cuddy, she still lay awake.
    Her fingertips filled with color as they moved lightly across her forehead, trailing down to her right eyebrow. Closing her eyes at this touch, she sighed. A lump, which she had come to...

[House staggers into Wilson's office. He limped all the way to his couch to lay down. Wilson knows he's there but doesn't bother to look up from his paperwork]

Wilson: Avoiding Cuddy, again?

House: No, I just Liebe hiding out in your office.

Wilson: She'll turn up, eventually, and then Du will have to see her.

House: Not if I know where to hide. After here I go to the clinic, because she's supposed to go check on the team today. And when she sees that I'm not there she will go look for me and that's when I go back to my office and wait for my teams arrival with the results of an MRI scan.

Wilson...

My first fanfic guys, I already gepostet it on the House md site,but I wanted to post it here too!
Enjoy!
Chapter One: New beginning

Ok, so here I am. I’ve parked my car in front of this enormous building and I still can’t believe this is happening! I’m actually going to work in Princeton uh… something starting with P, Teaching Hospital. I have to check it’s full name. I’m so excited I don’t even know what its full name is! Wait, I think it’s Plainsboro. Yeah, that’s it.

So, I’m going to work here for the rest 5 years 5 hours a day. Well, not really work- volunteer, and 5 years?...

This is my first attempt at House Fan fiction.

I'd Liebe to get some tips on how to improve my writing. XDD

Basically, House is practising his rubber band firing skills, with Cuddy's backside as his target.

One shot.
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The art of rubber band flicking takes a considerable amount of skill. Not only must one have already mastered the precise finger techniques of firing a rubber band, but one must also take into consideration a number of variable factors including wind velocity, the elasticity of the rubber...

This is the third installment of the Broken Bride fic. If Du haven't read Part I: Broken Bride and Save Our City, please go read them before continuing.

I apologize for the shortness. Not much happens in this song. Hopefully I'll make up for it. I'm expecting the Weiter one to be pretty long


Tonight’s the Night

I pace the cave as the sun disappears under the treetops once again. I’ve been in this cave for three days, but the pterodactyl hasn’t moved. In fact, I’m pretty sure it’s waiting for me. These things are smarter than people give them credit for.
    
I just...

House spends the night on a mystery after the clues, and Cuddy taunt him. Spoilers if Du haven't seen much past season 5 episode 10: "Let Them Eat Cake".
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The words had not moved.
    
And yet House stared at them intently, as though, when least expected they would tip their hand and reveal something- anything, which would solve this case.
    
The sun and clock rotated on their timetables into dusk. His team left for the night, but the words still have not moved. Yet, from his vantage of them on the white...

i was bored and wanted to write something and this is the first thing that came to my mind and so i wrote it
hope Du like it and plz comment!!;D

ohh and i am sorry for my typing english is not my first langue i am from sweden and i am only thriteen so i havent been learning for a long time

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House,wilson and cuddy are going on a conference in Amsterdam

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PATH hallway
,,HOUSE!! We are going to amsterdam tomorrow Du can go Home and pack,, cuddy sagte to house Monday morning at PPTH
,,wait?? What?...

This is chapter 2 of the Broken Bride fic. If Du haven't read Part I: Broken Bride, go read it before continuing.


Save Our City

Kutner sprints back through the doors of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, brushing himself off as he goes. He is covered in ash, but it’s difficult not to be when it’s raining from the sky. The lobby is filled with chaos. Clinic patients are cowering in corners and under chairs. Taub and Thirteen are hurrying past, their arms loaded down with anything heavy enough to result in a fatal blow to the head oder light enough to be lit on feuer and launched into the...

I finally managed to write these drabbles for the shuffle game, but I'll warn Du now...happy songs, Du will see not.
Now you've been warned, enjoy! =D



I.
We Are Broken – Paramore

I am outside
And I’ve been waiting for the sun
And with my wide eyes
I’ve seen worlds that don’t belong


She stood outside the speiselokal, diner they were supposed to be meeting at; her hands shoved deep into her pockets and her shoulders hunched up to keep as warm as possible on this bitterly cold day.

She had waited inside for long enough already; she had already had about three cups of coffee.

She knew he wasn’t coming and...

Soft chords drift across the hallway...
There's bourbon on the lid of the piano, that's all he needs:

Will Du tell me
again tomorrow
That I won't be there
because of my sorrow?

Will Du send those yarmulke's flying
only if
there's not me eyeing
everything the room does,
dear?
I know it's me
You've made that clear...

It seemed Du wanted me to go
for you
like it'd be happy, smiling and not home
for you
I think you'd forgotten who Du were facing, though
White winter snow, is best viewed from a window and...

That's why I didn't go.


Will Du taunt me
again tomorrow
Facing a cane and a grin
that I'll borrow?

Will you...

Author's note: Ok...I am slightly pissed atm, because my internet crushed just when I wanted to post the article...

Something very different than my usual stories (which means no character's dying oder suffering XD).
It's supposed to be funny and I hope Du can laugh at it.
Enjoy ^^


"Do Du reallly think we can do it?"

Kutner’s voice broke the silence.

"Well…it is a little too late to reverse now."

Taub answered him quietly.

"Besides that House would do the same."

Foreman added.

"I was just asking…"

Kutner replied intimidated.

Thirteen watched the goings-on amused and with a small smile on her face....

An idea that came to my mind. Personally I don't like it that much...but form an opinion.

Five Times

The first time it had happened quite accidently. The reason why she had been standing in front of his apartment had been entirely different.
It was evening and already dark, furthermore it was raining cat and dogs.
There she stood now, clothes completely soaked, hair curling even Mehr than usual and she was foaming.
It seemed like an enternity to her but she didn’t even think to give in.
She knocked on his door, harder and harder, louder and louder, not caring what the neighbours might think....

After Failure to Communicate, an alternate attempt of what events followed it.

The rain was cold. The middle January weather was very unforgiving for anyone out in Suite Hills, much less for an intruder into a couple’s life at dusk. House peered into Mark and Stacy’s lit Home from the straße as he parked in his usual spot in front of their house. He sighed as he turned off his car and rubbed his eyes. He didn’t want to do this. He had to do this. He tightened his mantel around himself and readied his cane as he opened his corvette door and lurched out of the car and made his way to the...

So...just something that came to my mind. Dunno if it is good. I hope Du will enjoy anyway ^^.

The Silence

"...But how should Du hear my silence, as Du did not even hear my word."

She looked at him.
Her office seemed gloomy and grey, the only light Quelle was the little lamp on the wooden desk. The schreibtisch he thought Von himself and a small, almost unnoticeable smile appeared on his face.
But not for long, just for a teilt, split second, before his face turned impervious again.
Her eyes were still focused on him, puzzled, eagerly, a bit nervous and with that small glimpse of knowledge. None of them said...

Chapter 14: We’ll run ‘til we leave this behind
    
“Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen,” Kutner sagte as they walked across the hospital parking lot.
    
“Transformers,” Thirteen repeated. “That’s the movie you’re looking vorwärts-, nach vorn to seeing the most?”
    
“Why not?” Kutner shrugged. “You should come.”
    
“When does it come out?” Thirteen asked.
    
“2009,” Kutner answered.
    
“A year,” Thirteen said. “I could be…”
    ...

Anne had gotten off the phone after about 30 Minuten of talking to Danny, but what she didn’t know was that Cuddy had been watching at the corner waiting for her to finish. After Anne had gotten back to her room and took a nap Cuddy made her way to the phone Anne was using. She felt a little bad for taking advantage of Anne’s trust, but she knew it was for the best.
Cuddy picked the phone up from the receiver and pressed ‘redial’. The phone had rung 3 times before someone finally answered.
“Hello, Harris residence.” A young boy answered.
Cuddy could tell Von the boy’s young and...

drabble ;) prompt: sadness + say cheese

As he came home, a packet was lying on the ground in front of his door. Oh right, the Tennis racket he had ordered Von mail a week ago. Nice.
Kutner picked it up and entered his appartment.
After he had turned the lights on, he opened the packet and for a moment examined the Tennis racket. It was a good one, expensive and nice-looking.
He would probably never use it.
Carefully he placed the racket Weiter to his brand-new skateboard and mountain bike. He had never used them either.
There was almost a dead silence as he walked into the küche to get some fast...

Chapter 13: Hold on, before it’s too late

“I’m really sorry,” Thirteen said. “They just called me this morning to tell me.”
    
“It’s cool,” Kutner said. “I really don’t mind.”
    
“But now Du have to drive me around for a whole another week,” Thirteen said.
    
“It’s fine,” Kutner said. “It’s really no problem. Du just afraid I’ll keep psycho-analyzing Du the Mehr we’re in the car together?”
    
Thirteen sighed and shook her head.
    
“You hungry?”...