Thanks to Frenchie for the beta read.

If you had told House ten years ago, that he’d be having regular, no-strings-attached sex with a beautiful woman in a hotel room and that he’d be unhappy with that arrangement, he’d have told you to get your head examined (but not by him-brain tumors were boring). But that was what Lisa Cuddy did to him. She ( Read more... )

“Are you crying?” House teased.

They were sitting side-by-side in bed, propped up against the headboard, sharing a bowl of microwave popcorn, as the The Way We Were credits started to roll.

Cuddy wiped her eyes.

“You’re not?” she sniffed, incredulously ( Read more... )

Here is a Season 8 story that might remind some of you of 87 Letters-at first, at least. But I deviate pretty far off track from there. Anyway, for the purposes of this story, Wilson lives. Hooray!
Also, if you like this one, thank the Mighty Z and survivachick. Because I was going to trash it and they encouraged me to post.It was one of those ( Read more... )

Forgot to mention last time that this fic came from a prompt from my Sister From Another Mister, aka Z the Wonder Pole.  Her prompt was: What if House went back on Ketamine during his relationship with Cuddy? This chapter borrows a tiny bit from an episode you’re all familiar with. But it would be spoilerish to say which one. No copyright ( Read more... )

This one is set in S7. House tells Cuddy he wants to go back on Ketamine.

It was House’s idea to go for a walk.

Cuddy never suggested such things: What if they got caught up in the moment, walked too far? What if his leg began hurting him? Would he ever admit that he needed to take a break, to sit down, maybe even needed to call a cab?

But ( Read more... )

Thanks for reading and commenting on this story, Huddy Nation. Sometimes, after 170 fics, I feel like I’m running on fumes, but your enthusiasm always keeps me going. A tiny bit of this story was previously used in my own The Devil Wears Housecoats. (It’s not plagiarism if you steal from yourself, right?). Anyway, hope you all enjoy the ending.- ( Read more... )

About four weeks after House returned to Mayfield, Cuddy got an unexpected phone call ( Read more... )

Just a small chapter to get us from there to here.Cuddy didn’t know what to do ( Read more... )

Brace yourselves. . .

House was having a lousy day.

Okay, he was having a lousy life, but today had been particularly grim.

It started when he lost a patient. It would’ve been bad enough if he had lost the guy due to some incompetence of his own-but it was all basically Foreman’s fault. As by-the-book as Cuddy may have been, she was nothing ( Read more... )

This silly little fic came from a prompt from my good friend Mandie Cy: What if a hypnotist meddled in House and Cuddy’s affairs? Season 3. Just for shits and grins, folks.

CBR (Cameron-Bashing Rating): High

Nothing was going as Cameron had planned.

Earlier in the day, she and House had sat on a panel together at the National Physician’s ( Read more... )