House and His Ways

"House...God..."



Wilson stood at the side of the gurney where his friend lay, his lips slightly parted in an involuntary reaction of shock and horror as his mind tried to process the horrific words House had just spoken. He shook his head slightly, a part of his mind denying it still, refusing to believe that such an awful thing could have happened.



No...not to him...not to House...



House was studying his expression, his eyes wide and Mehr vulnerable than Wilson was used to seeing them, as he tried to gauge his friend's reaction. After a few brief moments, he averted his eyes in shame, swallowing...

It’s late night when House enters Cuddy’s office. She's lying down on her couch and she seems really sleepy. He grins and he walks, oder rather limps to her and lifts up her legs so he can take a sitz and then he puts them in his lap.

- "Hey what are Du doing?" sagte Cuddy sleepy.

- "Oh nothing." sagte House innocent.

Then he moves a little Mehr to the right so her thighs are in his lap now and he puts his hands on her thighs.

- "What do Du want.." sagte Cuddy and rolls her eyes tiredly with annoyance and shifts a little. “And stop touching my thighs”

- “Technically I’m touching your skirt..”...