Obviously, spoilers for "Bombshells" follow.

I am a die-hard Huddy. I liked Bombshells. I liked the end of Bombshells, a lot. And I will admit, part of me likes it because I want to see House back on vicodin (it just feels right). But, it goes much deeper than that.

This was the first time this season I felt the relationship rang true to these characters

Now, I am probably in the minority of the Huddy fandom, but I have never wanted them to be "official" endgame. I wanted them to hook up, sleep together in a friends-with-benefits type arrangement, fight, make up, and kind of drift along in an...

Since that Global promo came out, the only thing I can think of is House and Vicodin.

Part of me doesn’t want him to go back on Vicodin because I think that would cause some serious rifts between him and Cuddy. And because he has been sober and I really don’t want him to go back to Mayfield. They don’t ever want to see him again, remember? I really think when Cuddy said, ‘You took Vicodin’, I think she meant in a dream she had. The promo did ipakita House sitting susunod to his bathtub like he was in ‘Help Me.’ This is probably an alternate scenerio if Cuddy didn’t ipakita up in ‘Help...

Hello fellow crazy people! Okay, this is a fic that BH, tammy, rrennie and I cooked up on the Huddy FF Thread, which I just compiled here. Enjoy!

*****SPOILER WARNING: DO NOT READ ON IF YOU HAVE NOT ALREADY READ THE PRESS RELEASE FOR "A POX ON OUR HOUSE"*****

It was the only way. Sometimes, in the struggle to save a life, the healer had to put his own life at risk. It was brave, it was heroic, it was something that a good person would do, a person who helped elderly people tumawid the street, who lived in an apartment with a mob of stray animals, who lived for the smiles that people gave him when...

It was winter, the pasko party was just finishing up downstairs in the lobby, but House chose to stay up in his office with Wilson. Both of them talking, and relaxing as the snow began to fall outside.

“Merry Christmas…” Wilson and House clinked their glasses of whisky together. House propped his leg up on the ottoman, before Wilson’s pager went off.

“It’s Cuddy…can I use your phone?” House watched as Wilson leapt up out of his seat, and picked up the receiver.

“What’s going on?” Wilson asked Cuddy, who was downstairs in her office. She had started having painful contractions,...

"So, what do you think I should serve for pasko dinner? Turkey? Ham?" Wilson asked House as they walked through the Whole Foods.
"Why not both? The madami left overs, the madami I get to relieve you of."
Wilson rolled his eyes and picked up a bag of croissants.
"Anyway, you're Jewish you can't eat ham."
"I'm Jewish but not orthodox. You've seen me eat bacon."
"You're mother must be rolling over in her grave."
"My mother's not dead, House."
"It's an expression, Wilson. No one ever sinabi it had to make sense." House replied as he placed a few cans of cranberry sauce into the cart.
"Hey, here's a thought....

"This will definitely be a pasko Cuddy will never forget. I guess sometimes you can get what you really want."
"Well, for now she has what she really wants, but who knows if things will stay that way," House stated as he twirled his cane in his hand.
"House, for once just live in the present moment and accept that Cuddy may finally be the mommy she's always wanted to be. Don't jinx her."
"Wilson, I'm not jinxing anyone. It's just madami likely that things won't be happily ever after."
"You're used to unhappy endings so you think that is the way of life, but you fail to recognize your own hand...