Ari's Note: Ok...so there's a million things I could be doing at this very moment. For instance, finishing up Part 29 to YOLT, or the next part of Don't Dream Its Over. But instead my overactive imagination decided to concoct another plot to a Huddy story- in the middle of writing an essay for my History class which is due this saturday at midnight. So here's how it happened: As I was reading about Petrarch (a dude from the Renaissance) and all the letters he wrote about a woman he was in love with- I had a sudden thought...What if Cuddy came across letters from when House was in Michigan, that he'd written about her? I immediately ex-d that idea- House would never write love letters (at least not the House that I think I know). So then I thought about, what if House found those letters? So this is my idea of House finding a box of letters between Cuddy and her sister Julia, about the first time she set eyes on House. This is set in season two, Episode Humpty Dumpty, when House goes as searches her home for toxins.

I am so sorry about the long explanation! But I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think, and if i should continue...

The Letters

Part I

Rich Blue Eyes

In the morning while Cuddy's young handyman- Alfredo had been working on her roof, he'd fallen off and broken his leg. He'd been rushed to the hospital, and everything had seemed like it was ok, only his hand had began to clot, and he'd had breathing problems. House thought it was just from falling down off her roof, but he hadn't dismissed the opportunity to search Cuddy's home. Who would?

Instead he'd volunteered right away to go search her home with his two lackeys. His head had gone crazy wondering what sex toys and leather ropes he'd find in her closet. He was sure she had a leather corset with a dog collar ready for him.

As he and his two lackeys walked up to Cuddy's front door, House stopped and smiled at them.

"Twenty bucks says I can get through this door in twenty seconds."

Chase scoffed, "You're on."

Foreman looked at House with a curious smile, "Count me in."

Chase took out his watch to time him while House bent down, moved a plant, and found a key underneath it. He grinned as Chase and Foreman got out their wallets begrudgingly and each handed him the cash.

House opened the door and walked in with his lackeys trailing behind him afterwards.

"How did you even know that was there?" Chase asked incredulously.

Foreman scoffed, "He's obviously been here before."

House took that opportunity to turn and smile at them once more while wiggling his eyebrows, "I got the bedroom."

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"So why haven't you fired House?" Cameron asked searching through cabinets, in Alfredo's home. They'd gone to search his home for toxins, in vain hope that the cause of his declining health was of his own doing.

Cuddy looked up from the fridge, startled by her question.

Cameron explained, "I mean, it's just, you guys are always screaming at each other and I figure you hate him-"

Cuddy smiled, "I don't hate him."

"Why not?"

Cuddy just looked at her, and Cameron realized she needed further explaining.

"He's a great doctor, but any other hospital administrator would have fired him years ago."

"Four of them did. The question is why did I hire him?"

Cameron took a deep breath, obviously she wasn't getting anywhere with the angle she was using and decided to try something else, "You both went to Michigan. Did you know him while you were there?"

"Uh, I was still an undergrad, but yeah, I knew him. He was already a legend." She'd said it with a bit of an underlying proudness.

Cameron let a little smirk grow on her lips, and looked at her, "So you just knew him as a legend?"

"My God, you're subtle. Anything else on your mind?"

Cameron looked away.

Something had totally happened at Michigan.

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There weren't really any tell-tale signs of fungus or any other environmental causes for Alfredo to have his medical issues. Not that House was actually looking for them, yes sure he sorta was, but he was much more interested in going through Cuddy's things.

It was like having the keys to the candy store. House eagerly sucked on his red lollipop while he looked through her closet with a tiny smirk on his face. His excuse was that he was looking for vents to see if there was any fungus. But truly he was looking at her shoes and articles of clothing she had hanging.

Did she separate everything by color? Or sleeve length? Was she as anal in her closet as she was in her office? And where were those dominatrix corsets he was so sure she had?

The mind boggling questions were endless for him.

He hadn't corrected Foreman when he joked about being in her bedroom before. The truth was that he had been, just not in that house but in her dorm at Michigan.

While stuck in his thoughts and sucking on his lollipop, House accidentally knocked down some boxes that were on top of a shelf above her clothes, causing one of the boxes to fall down and split open, pouring dozens of papers on the floor.

He grimaced as he bent down to pick them up, only to be struck when he saw his name on a lined piece of paper that looked to be a letter. He frowned and picked it up for a moment, realizing that they were all letters addressed to her from her sister Julia. He picked up one that had the letter one on it- it had two pieces of letters stapled together, the one from Julia on top, and Cuddy's underneath.

Lisa!

This letter you sent me is insane. I didn't show it to mom obviously, because she'd be on the first flight out to Michigan to place you in a mental institution. But seriously? Love at first sight? Where's my sister and what have you done to her? Who's this blue-eyed god you speak of anyway? I wish you'd call instead of insisting on writing these stupid things.

Your sort of jealous- sort of concerned sis,

Julia

House frowned, a little perplexed by Julia's short letter, and licked his lips while turning the page over as it had an earlier date, to read what she had been talking about.

Julia,

I think I came alive today for the first time, while I was buying my books. There's no other way to explain the sudden jolt that happened inside me at the sight of him. It's funny how they say you instantly fall in love. Can you instantly fall in love? Is there such a thing as that? Has it ever happened to you? and to think I used to be a huge critic of such beliefs! I feel like Romeo talking about the first time he set eyes on Juliet. Oh this guy is totally my Juliet! I mean, really? How can you instantly fall in love without having gotten to know a person first and without having spent time with them? Without knowing their name? without having a conversation? How can you justify feeling as if they've become your world? Or is it just a form of insanity? Because how do you know if they feel it back? Am I even making any sense? I doubt it...Julia I fell in love. And I don't even know his name. How pathetic am I? Don't answer that question.

There I was waiting in a line with two giggling girls in front of me who kept flirting with the guy behind the counter, taking up my time- until they finally went away. I realized then why it was they were taking their sweet time. Here was this godly looking man- not boy- man, who had the bluest eyes, sexiest of smiles- from what I saw when he rolled his eyes at the girls that had walked away, and his intellectuality. Ive never met anyone like him before.

He took my class schedule and smirked. Saying that I had a chip on my shoulder and had something to prove- since I was taking a tough Professor's class and that I liked to party because none of my classes where before noon. And all of that he concluded in five seconds flat.

In the end when he came back with my books and made eye contact with me for that one moment, I felt like I might die. Like I couldn't breath, like I might confess my love for him right then and there.

I don't know what I'm going to do. I can't eat, or sleep without thinking of those blue eyes. I know I have blue eyes too, but they're so bland in comparison to his. His are a rich shade of blue I'd never come across before. Oh my god, as I'm writing this, he's walking into the bookstore.

Don't tell mom, you know she'll freak.

your irrationally in love sister,

Lisa

House cocked his head to the side, dropping the letter as his eyes popped wide open.

It certainly wasn't a leather corset, but it was interesting all the same.

TBC...