I have always wondered how House and Cuddy first met, and I figured a lot of wewe have, too. Don't be to brutal this is only my sekunde fanfiction :).
They First Meet: A Huddy Fanfiction
It was a siku much like any other at the
chuo kikuu, chuo kikuu cha of Michigan, except perhaps for the fact that it was raining. The weather ripoti clearly alisema there was going to be nothing but clear skies and sun shine all week, so no one was dressed for the occasion. Just a regular day, thought Lisa Cuddy as she made her way to class. As she walked she noticed a man sitting on the steps of the library. This was not so particularly unusual, students read on the steps all the time. Although, there was just something about him that grabbed her attention. Whether it be how he read with so much interest and care it was like there was nothing else going on in the world, au the way his deep blue eyes warmed her from the inside, making her forget the fact that kwa standing there watching him she was getting soaked. She glanced at her watch and realized she was late for class, but took one zaidi longing look. She started to walk again, but zaidi slowly than before.
After class the rain had died down and she made her way back to the maktaba in hopes that he would still be there. He was, still reading. She stood there for a moment, just watching. She worked up the courage and walked over sat beside on the maktaba step.
“Hi, my name’s Lisa.”
He looked up from the book.
“Greg,” he alisema with a smile.
They First Meet: A Huddy Fanfiction
It was a siku much like any other at the
chuo kikuu, chuo kikuu cha of Michigan, except perhaps for the fact that it was raining. The weather ripoti clearly alisema there was going to be nothing but clear skies and sun shine all week, so no one was dressed for the occasion. Just a regular day, thought Lisa Cuddy as she made her way to class. As she walked she noticed a man sitting on the steps of the library. This was not so particularly unusual, students read on the steps all the time. Although, there was just something about him that grabbed her attention. Whether it be how he read with so much interest and care it was like there was nothing else going on in the world, au the way his deep blue eyes warmed her from the inside, making her forget the fact that kwa standing there watching him she was getting soaked. She glanced at her watch and realized she was late for class, but took one zaidi longing look. She started to walk again, but zaidi slowly than before.
After class the rain had died down and she made her way back to the maktaba in hopes that he would still be there. He was, still reading. She stood there for a moment, just watching. She worked up the courage and walked over sat beside on the maktaba step.
“Hi, my name’s Lisa.”
He looked up from the book.
“Greg,” he alisema with a smile.
In the tradition of the "Nuts!" campaign that compelled CBS to resurrect Jericho kwa shipping hundreds of pounds of nuts to CBS's corporate offices, link has begun a movement targeted towards the networks and the AMPTP to urge them, through the nuisance of shabiki activism, to bring the strike to an end so our inayopendelewa show(s) can songesha forward.
Our plan is to have fans, as many as we can get, to mail the studio head of their choice a lovely, but very inexpensive, Roller skate charm. A "Cheap Skate" for a bunch of Cheap Skates.
For this effort to work, we need to bring national attention to it. wewe can help kwa digging this article:
link
And of course telling mashabiki everywhere to visit, sign up, and speak out at link.
Our plan is to have fans, as many as we can get, to mail the studio head of their choice a lovely, but very inexpensive, Roller skate charm. A "Cheap Skate" for a bunch of Cheap Skates.
For this effort to work, we need to bring national attention to it. wewe can help kwa digging this article:
link
And of course telling mashabiki everywhere to visit, sign up, and speak out at link.
