House slowly opened his eyes and reached his hand to the other side of the bed.

Empty.

He lifted his head up and looked around the room. No sign of her. House threw his head back on the pillow and smiled to himself. Last night was good, very good. His leg throbbed as he absent-mindedly rubbed it. He would sacrifice pain for what occurred the ( Read more... )

“Take a picture, it lasts longer,” Dr. Cuddy said dryly as she noticed that Dr. House wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was staring down her blouse.

Dr. House looked up and met her eyes and said, “I would. Believe me. But I don’t have a camera.”

“That’s your loss,” Cuddy replied as she hit the elevator button to get to the ground floor ( Read more... )

There it was. The mosquito. Sitting on his hand there for the taking.

House gently placed the guitar on his lap and slowly lifted his right hand intending on squashing this annoyance once and for all. That’s when it hit him. The mosquito wasn’t just a mosquito. It was her. And he wasn’t willing to kill it.

He was right. He had always believed so ( Read more... )