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rp for l_cuddy_md
House sat on bed as he switched the tv off with the remote, and tossed the remote onto the bedside table. The movie he'd been watching was finished, not that he was really watching it, and he wasn't in the mood to lie here and half-heartedly watch another. He was getting sick of feeling moody about Cuddy - not just because the dinner had gone badly ( Read more... ) -
rp for l_cuddy_md; and, eventually, harvard_law
House stood in front of the bathroom mirror, frowning at his reflection as he attempted to knot his necktie into some kind of neat looking knot. This was his fourth attempt and he was getting annoyed on top of already feeling agitated from nerves. Stupid that he was feeling nervous about having dinner with Cuddy because it was Cuddy he was having ( Read more... ) -
thread for mcgill_pride and incorrigibledoc
Well, now that Wilson knew about Cuddy and he, Wilson was the first person House thought to go to regarding their relationship or whatever the hell it was. To vent, or to voice issues, or... just vent. Particularly with the 'in love' business. House still didn't know what to make of that. And not just because Cuddy was in love with him, but because ( Read more... ) -
rp for l_cuddy_md
House went back to his room after leaving Wilson’s. He flopped down on the bed, feeling exhausted from what had just happened in the last few hours ( Read more... ) -
rp for mcgill_pride
House stalked out of the bar and started making a beeline for the elevator.
He could make neither heads nor tails of his conversation - or, more accurately, confrontation - with Alice. It was all too fresh, still rattling around in his mind like shrapnel; words like, “you know he’s in love with you, right?” swirling in amongst the bewilderment ( Read more... ) -
rp for Stacy
House was restless ( Read more... ) -
rp for Cuddy
House made his way slowly down the hallway, towards his room. Thanks to Snape’s potion, he was in considerably less pain than he’d been since first meeting Snape in the bar… or really, since discovering about Cuddy and Dean. Which, to House, felt like eons ago now. Maybe it was eons ago - it wasn’t like he had any idea how much time had passed ( Read more... ) -
rp for mcgill_pride
House wasn’t sure how many days had passed since he’d last seen Wilson. Days? Weeks? He had no way of measuring time in this place; a day could seem like a week, a week like a day, a few days like a month, a month like a week… All he knew for certain was the bar had been the last place he saw Wilson. House had walked out, utterly disturbed by how ( Read more... ) -
rp for l_cuddy_md
House waited until he was out of sight from the bar to stop and brace his hand against the wall. The way he’d landed on the floor when Dean tripped him up jarred his leg; it was throbbing sharply. The bruise on his chin where Dean had uppercut him was throbbing, too ( Read more... )