Prologue
His hand ran over the coarse paper of the invite. It was a bad day. The rain pounded on the window as the northerly gale caused the temperature to drop to 33°F. Thunder rumbled just miles away causing the window panes to shudder. The door from the differentials room opened and in popped a light brown haired, woman’s head.
“House,” she said, bringing him from the invite.
“Hmm,” he hummed in a non-committal response.
“We’re leaving,” she told him. “The weather is getting worse and we’re tired,”
“Yeah, whatever,” he replied, returning his attention to the invite in his hands.
House never got invited to things and when he did, he was forced Von his boss. However, this invite caused his brain to start ticking at the thought of a puzzle. Who had sent the invite? House picked up his red and grey ball, examining it before he threw it against the Wand above his computer. He did this a few times before picking up the phone and dialling his boss’ extension, putting on speaker whilst continuing to throw the ball at the wall.
“Doctor Cuddy,” came the signed greeting after she had seen the caller I.D.
“I’m not going,” he told her bluntly.
“Not going to…?” she continued, assuming he hadn’t finished his sentence.
“I’m not going,” he sagte again.
“Not going to what?” she asked impatiently. “Stop playing your little games, House,”
“I’m not going to that little camp that Du organised,” he told her. “I know it was Du that planted that little invite in one of my case files,”
“I didn’t invite Du anywhere!”
“Oh, don’t act innocent with me, miss,” he told her.
“Shut up, House,” she said, fiddling with the pearls around her neck uncomfortably just before her personal assistant came into the room with her mail.
“Well, I’m not going,” he told her sternly before hanging up. If it wasn’t Cuddy, House thought, it must’ve been Wilson. House jumped to his feet, making a bee-line for the oncologist’s office.
Little did House know that his team, Wilson and Cuddy had all been invited.
A/N: Please lemme know what Du guys think. This is only the prologue but it will eventually turn into a horror fic. I was inspired Von Taylor (HuddyBrave on fanpop) to write this after Lesen the first chapter to her murder mystery fic. Please leave reviews. Oh, before I forget, this will be a Huddy fic, but there will be some parts which are Thirteen/Cuddy. Thanks for reading.
His hand ran over the coarse paper of the invite. It was a bad day. The rain pounded on the window as the northerly gale caused the temperature to drop to 33°F. Thunder rumbled just miles away causing the window panes to shudder. The door from the differentials room opened and in popped a light brown haired, woman’s head.
“House,” she said, bringing him from the invite.
“Hmm,” he hummed in a non-committal response.
“We’re leaving,” she told him. “The weather is getting worse and we’re tired,”
“Yeah, whatever,” he replied, returning his attention to the invite in his hands.
House never got invited to things and when he did, he was forced Von his boss. However, this invite caused his brain to start ticking at the thought of a puzzle. Who had sent the invite? House picked up his red and grey ball, examining it before he threw it against the Wand above his computer. He did this a few times before picking up the phone and dialling his boss’ extension, putting on speaker whilst continuing to throw the ball at the wall.
“Doctor Cuddy,” came the signed greeting after she had seen the caller I.D.
“I’m not going,” he told her bluntly.
“Not going to…?” she continued, assuming he hadn’t finished his sentence.
“I’m not going,” he sagte again.
“Not going to what?” she asked impatiently. “Stop playing your little games, House,”
“I’m not going to that little camp that Du organised,” he told her. “I know it was Du that planted that little invite in one of my case files,”
“I didn’t invite Du anywhere!”
“Oh, don’t act innocent with me, miss,” he told her.
“Shut up, House,” she said, fiddling with the pearls around her neck uncomfortably just before her personal assistant came into the room with her mail.
“Well, I’m not going,” he told her sternly before hanging up. If it wasn’t Cuddy, House thought, it must’ve been Wilson. House jumped to his feet, making a bee-line for the oncologist’s office.
Little did House know that his team, Wilson and Cuddy had all been invited.
A/N: Please lemme know what Du guys think. This is only the prologue but it will eventually turn into a horror fic. I was inspired Von Taylor (HuddyBrave on fanpop) to write this after Lesen the first chapter to her murder mystery fic. Please leave reviews. Oh, before I forget, this will be a Huddy fic, but there will be some parts which are Thirteen/Cuddy. Thanks for reading.
