Hello people. This is my first story. It is a narration of what happens in scenes we do not see in episodes and will go all the way in the future. I am trying to be as in character as possible, so please read and review and tell me what you like and what you don't. Hope you'll enjoy this. Rated M for content.

A dense bundle of light entered with force in House's bedroom. It went all the way over his messed up bet to his closed eyes, falling hard on the vulnerable, from the darkness of the night, eye cortex. He felt like his head was set on fire, like he had been left devastated by the plague or something, and now this annoying fat bundle of light had come too soon for him to put up with it, and felt too hard on his eyes to handle. So small and ghostly, yet light itself felt so cruel that morning. "Cruel!" House though, "Funny word to say". As he moved his arm to cover his sore eyes, he kept thinking of the word he had used. It ringed some bell, somewhere in his mind, but he couldn't understand its significance. Yet it was even more annoying than the hard morning light. And, as if the word had reminded him of some forgotten obligation, it set him quickly off his bed.

House dragged his steps reluctantly to the kitchen, looking only to his feet as he walked, in fear of Amber's appearance behind or next to him. Until now he had felt confident that she was just a temporary phenomenon, that it would soon go away as long as he lessened a bit the drug use and relax his mind from all these labyrinthine thoughts. His mind had been lately like a big cinema hall, where the same scenes and possibilities and calculations kept repeating themselves, visualized in a weird, unreal way. In a way that felt creepy, cause they had started making less and less sense. They were rapid and irregular like a big, massive paradox. But in the end it was all about math, wasn't it? The right math could solve the problem, they could put solve the riddles. And riddles were all he wanted. To find the answer and enjoy the sense of it all. Because, aside from that, there was really nothing else that could be done for all the wrongs of the world. "You can only mend what's within your reach, which gets pretty smaller you suffer in order to walk. It's so difficult to make it all better that it's not worth the pain. All that one can build withers away so quickly…"he mumbled to himself as he opened the frigerator.

"Or maybe none should care enough to put in all the "compassion" drama. Who cares, I don't give a damn!"Amber's mocking and annoying voice sounded from behind him. House wanted to break the fridge into pieces. His calculations couldn't tell him why the hell this irritating parasite was in his head. Math had been proven weak!

"I don't care" he claimed with his back still turned on Amber. "I don't have to. All I have to do is a specific job, and I am completely bored with it right now". He said it and he couldn't believe it. How could he be bores of the game? Bored of the riddles? Minutes ago the mere light had felt cruel and now the lack of curiosity… His stomach tied into a knot, and he rushed to go to work, to put himself in his right mind. The stress though never reached his face. On the outside he looked just as he usually looked when he was troubled with a case.

Events of House Divided Episode.

The road was empty. The silence had fallen upon it like an invisible veil. Stars were already in the sky, shining like small vivid candles years of light away. Oh, they were so far away… Too far to reach out for them, close enough to tempt you. Everything seemed to be so mischievous in this life. No walker's steps were sounded on the pavements. No night birds in the trees. It felt as though the night itself had fallen asleep. And he was still awake.

Thankfully the sleeping pills that Cuddy prescribed him were hopping in his pocket and soon he would give himself in a long dreamless sleep. He was almost happy as he drove home. When he reached his door he parked the car and limped his way to the threshold He quickly made it to the bedroom and swallowed like five pills at once. So soon that he barely had time to wear his pajamas, his eyelids grew really heavy and his breath started to slow down, until, eventually sleep took him away.

Events of Under My Skin Episode.

House was always a complicated man. There were layers and layers, reasons and reasons for his actions and choices. And almost always his thoughts were so elaborate that even he didn't fully understand his whys and his truths. He used rationalizations much more often that he actually realized, for rationalizations were always more fun. They seemed realistic enough for him to believe them and were easier to accept and live with, because they were never completely real. He was always more detached from reality than he actually though he was. Since ever, rationalizations had become his antidote for the terrible facts of life, and in that sense he had been drugging himself all his life. Real truth, if such a thing can be said, presents itself with pain.

So the layers were many, and right that moment he couldn't really know what was in him that guided his lips to say the words. What was it that made the sound of the phrase "You want to kiss me, don't you?" so nerve breaking and stifling. His heart twittered like a little bird. He felt like it was high school again. Like he was twenty years younger and a flame of an unbelievable crush stormed inside of him. Yes, yes, I want to kiss you, I want to kiss you and after that I can die, I can stop breathing, I want to kiss you every moment your figure slips into my sight, and right the moment before I fall asleep, right now that you stare at me… "I always want to kiss you…". And the words had taken life.

The contact was so ecstatic and dream-like that, as he closed his eyes, his mind exploded with cheerfulness and thrill. Her breath caressed his cheek and hair for a short moment and then she broke the kiss. House looked into her face. I can't stop, I can't. Let the whole world burn, I can't stop… and he dived into the kiss again, with his heart beating louder than ever, almost tearing his chest apart.

The thin air between them now had vanished. Only the clothes stopped the heat from her body to reach him. With eyes still closed Cuddy started to pull her jacket down and pushed his one back to drop it down. The lust had started getting the best of him. The rush of hormones set both on fire, the kiss went deeper and deeper. He couldn't unsolder his palms from her skin so he shoved them under her shirt and stroked the soft complexion. What was most amazing was that he could now feel the blood bounce in her veins, the hard bones stretching to reach his height, her little pulse, beating wildly and roaming all the way from her heart. It was like that small pulse was the centre of the world today. Like nothing else existed in the universe. How warm her mouth was! He noticed that she was trying harder to reach him and he smiled close to her. Oh, I'll take care of that, he thought and all of a sudden he lifted her in his armed. Cuddy's heart kicked and she smiled widely.

My God I want her now! Her body was triturating on his and thus it made his thews go mad with electricity. A tricky chill came down on his back and his groin. All of his body was erect and aware of her. Holding her in his hug felt like a relief. Like years and years of drought had passed and now he was being relieved. What unbearable passion that was! He couldn't take his breath and think clearly. Everything was blurry. Like he suddenly had lost his vision and all the other senses of his had been overcharged. Mad man, I'm a mad man, he thought, and then he placed her slowly on bed.

She had been leaving kisses on his face, on his neck and his shoulders as she lay underneath him. They twiddled a while to get their clothes off. Every moment the area of their touch became bigger their bodies became harder and more vigorous, until the moment that no other obstacle were between them. House felt it intensely. Like diving into a bottomless sea. The ocean must be as riveting as this. He heard her moans and breaths, which became faster as he went faster and deeper as he went deeper. Move and breath and stillness and then again from the beginning. He had been following a pace, unlike the one he usually took. He closed his eyes firmly as she dragged him closer, enshrouding her arms around him. Oh my God, do hold me, just like that, tighter, just squash me into your body… And as she made his wish come true he met the source of his never-before pace. The little pulse, it had nested in his head, it had taken over his body…

So the moments passed too quickly. Every end is like a small death. He was never that sentimental. But right now he was happy. The moments between this time and the next that he would lay on his bed with her were going to seem like a century. Now the burning travelled with his blood everywhere. There was no part of his body that felt cold anymore. Only her fingers were hotter than this. As if she was made of sunlight. He sensed her body growing tense and her hands grabbing his back to hold out. The sounds of her sighs and moans came upon his mind, pushing it off the edge. Through kisses and convulsions the friction went rougher and then it dangled his body as if the waves had swept him away. Sweet, sweet loving was over now. It did feel like a small death, until she crawled into his hug and fell asleep, breathing on his neck. Her heartbeat sounded vaguely to his ears for long after as the world slowly vanished from his eyes…