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A/N: Hello readers.

Welcome to my little Christmas story archive. If you're familiar with Tiny Snippets in Time you already know that I decided to write special Christmas snippets, and finally I can share these with you.

I'm going to post every day until December 25th as promised. It's not necessary to read Tiny Snippets in Time first. These stories are all unrelated.

These stories are in no particular context or order, although they all involve House and Cuddy. I will probably post about three little stories at a time, except for Sunday

I hope that these will get you into some holiday spirit. I sure look forward to share these stories with you all.

Today I'm presenting to you three stories. Just a tad warning on the first one, I'm not mocking Christianity, being Christian myself. I'm merely making fun of innocence of childhood and poor done school plays, which I'm all too familiar with. This is just for fun! I want to keep these stories as religion free as possible, and just focus on the spirit of the season.

I hope you enjoy these, and I do hope there aren't too many errors. You'll just have to forgive me if there are any, my brain is still recovering after the exams, and hasn't been co-operating with me since yesterday.

If there are any requests, then I'll gladly take your suggestions into consideration.

Thank you for reading.

*Edit: Huge thanks to OldSFfan for correcting my mistake.


Tiny Snippets in Time- Christmas Edition

Somtimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart

I

When the Donkey Saved Jesus

The school auditorium was filled with parents, siblings, and grandparents who were all attending the last Christmas celebration of Waldenwood pre-school. This year the whole school participated in the nativity play.

House and Cuddy scooted over the row that was already filled with people. Cuddy excused them, while House practically tramped over the people's feet.

"Sir, you stepped on my foot." A rather large man exclaimed loudly.

House turned to him, and raised his cane, and merely said.

"Cripple."

Cuddy grasped his arm and practically dragged him to their seats, her cheeks flushed with embarrasment.

"I don't understand why a Jewish mother would let her Jewish child participate in a nativity play."

"She wanted to, and I couldn't say no to her." Cuddy took off her coat and scarf.

House grimaced, and peered at the program, he squinted his eyes, and shook his head.

"Is there a chance you grabbed my glasses before we left?"

"No, I'm sorry."

He shrugged, and peered at the program.

"Which one is she again?"

"She's the donkey."

"The donkey?" House guffawed. Cuddy gave him an evil glare.

"Please don't laugh at her. She's really trying hard."

House patted her hand reassuringly.

"Don't worry. She'll do great."

Cuddy smiled half-heartedly and tried in vain to reassure herself that everything would be all right.

Two weeks earlier, Rachel had proudly presented that she would be one of the donkey's in the nativity play. Then she had mumbled something about her friend being one of the wise men and how ridiculous it was that they didn't choose him to play himself.

Coincidentally he was from Brazil and was named Jesus. Unbeknownst to Rachel his name was not pronounced like Djee-sus, but Hey-soos. She was steadfast that he was Jesus himself, and stood firmly on that opinion no matter what Cuddy told her.

The auditorium fell silent when the lights dimmed, and the lights on the stage were turned on.

The principal of the school told few well-rehearsed words, and then the play was set in motion.

Everything seemed to go well despite the incident when Holy Mary herself fell on her butt as her long robes wove around her ankles. Thankfully Joseph, and several cows helped her back on her feet.

Cuddy elbowed House when Rachel entered the stage. She seemed a bit shy at the crowd, but held her place, her face a bit red. Cuddy smiled at her in reassurance.

Then it was time for the three wise men to enter the stage. Jesus was one of the first ones to enter the stage. He glanced around, his eyes glued on the corner. He took his place and seemed to look extremely uncomfortable. Suddenly someone yelled out.

"Jesus now."

Cuddy watched in horror when her daughter yelped forward and grabbed Jesus's arm. They ran off the stage, and knocked down some of the props. One of the teachers's tried to stop them, but they were too quick, and managed to run away from her grasp. In the heat of the game they grasped the curtain on the stage, and pulled it down so it fell over some of the children.

Cuddy stared at the scene completely crestfallen.

"This is more action packed then I remembered." House whispered in her ear.

Cuddy shot up from her seat and started to trudge through the throng. He sighed and limped behind her.

When they reached the back stage, everything was in chaos. There were screaming children, and angry parents that waved their hands angrily in the air.

"Oh, Dr. Cuddy, I'm relieved you're here, Rachel's in the principal's office. Jesus parents are there too."

"Thank you Miss Pinewood." Cuddy's voice was pleasant, but House knew that she was furious.

They walked to the principal's office, Cuddy a few steps ahead of House who could barely keep up with her pace.

The minute they entered the office they could feel the strained atmosphere. Jesus's parents were lovely people who had always been nothing but kindness, but now they shot them dirty glares. Jesus sat gloomily beside them, awkwardly looking between his parents.

Poor Rachel sat in the corner by herself. Her lower lip trembled when she saw her mother.

"Dr. Cuddy, and Mr.…" The principal looked at House questioningly.

"Dr. House." Cuddy introduced him.

"Oh right. Thank you for coming. I'm sure we can solve this little matter in no time."

He gestured for them to sit.

"I think it's best we hear from Rachel what she has to say for herself."

Rachel sat completely still and stared at the floor. She was still wearing her costume, she dried her nose with the sleeve and sniffled.

"Rachel what happened?"

The principal looked at Cuddy helplessly when she refused to speak. Cuddy looked down at Rachel, and grasped her chin, forcing her to look at her.

"Rachel, tell me what happened." Her voice was no nonsense, but still encouraging. Rachel gulped and averted her eyes to Jesus.

"I was just trying to save him." She muttered through her tears.

"Whom?" Cuddy asked bewildered.

"Jesus. They were going to kill Jesus." She exclaimed.

Cuddy frowned, but was careful to appear as calm as she could.

"What are you talking about?"

"It's in the story. When Jesus was born they put him on a cross and killed him." She whined, and started to sob into her mother's coat.

"I was just trying to save him."

Cuddy glared at House, who looked for once at a complete loss for words.

"Who told you this?"

"House. He told me the story of Jesus."

"Rachel honey. Jesus was a man who lived a long time ago. It's not your friend Jesus."

"It's not?" Rachel dried her tears with the back of her hand.

"No." Cuddy said reassuringly.

"Oh."

"This was all just a misunderstanding." The principal said, and looked at Jesus parents who seemed baffled by the whole situation, their anger replaced by some amusement.

"Rachel, you need to apologize."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." She looked at Jesus parents tear stricken. Their expressions softened and they accepted her apology.

After Rachel had apologized to literally everyone at school, the show went on, and the nativity play finally finished as planned.

Much to House's amusement every parent remarked on that at least this nativity play would not be forgotten in a long time. Cuddy did not find it amusing at all.

House and Cuddy waited in front of the school building as Rachel bid her goodbyes to Jesus.

"I have to admit that this turned out to be far more entertaining than I anticipated." He said cheerily.

Cuddy gave him a dirty glare.

"At least you can comfort yourself that she's adopted."

Cuddy rolled her eyes at him, but was too tired to argue back. She grabbed Rachel's arm and headed towards the car.

House followed thinking that he hadn't had so much fun in years.


II

Snow Kissed

It was a week before Christmas and the previously mild weather turned into a storm overnight. The weather had created such havoc that most people had a hard time getting to work. Merely the serious workaholics arrived to work that day, and of course people who had jobs that required their absolute presence.

Chase felt miserable as he stepped out of his car that morning. The cold bit his cheeks and nose, and the wind rustled through his blonde hair.

He walked across the parking lot and tried to shake away the cold that swept through his thick woolen coat. He was in such hurry to enter the warmth of the lobby that he barely noticed the two figures approaching the building.

Chase came to a sudden halt when he noticed whom it was. Both of his bosses were walking, hand in hand, completely oblivious that someone was watching them.

Truthfully he didn't care about his boss's love life, and he liked to keep it that way. What he did care about was the catastrophe that would ensue when they would call it quits. Their fights were intolerable as it was, and he could only imagine how their encounters would be if they would break up. It wasn't so much as the fights and the fact that House would sulk for months and refuse to speak with her, and they would be stuck between two people that were destined to fail in the only relationship they were destined to be in. Yes, he did think that House and Cuddy were good together, unlike many of his peers who thought the exact opposite. In their first weeks as a couple it wasn't unusual to hear people talk about the famous couple, most predicting that they wouldn't last throughout the year.

Now when he spotted them he thought of those conversations and out of simple curiosity he slowed a bit down to spy on the couple who stood in the shadow of the naked trees. She seemed to be laughing at something he said and amusedly he put his fist to his lips to hide his laughter. He pulled her against him, and kissed her nose, an action that made Chase come to a complete halt.

Much to his surprise she put her hand on his chest and smiled up at him. It was the most genuine smile he had ever seen on her face.

She kissed him lightly on the lips, but he put his hand on her neck and deepened the kiss.

He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something different about that particular kiss. Usually he put up a show around her, bragging about their sex life, but even an innocent peck made him tense up as if he were afraid that his great reputation would crumble by that single gesture. She would try to appear impartial but she too would guard herself, fearing the same thing but for a completely different reason. He could imagine that dating House wasn't the easiest for a person who so carefully kept her appearances strictly professional.

But there, in the darkness, they weren't afraid. They merely enjoyed the small moment before entering their busy jobs.

Chase realized that he seemed to look bizarre standing outside in the cold, and tore his eyes from them. Not long after he walked inside he heard the familiar jabbering of House and Cuddy.

He stole a glance at them just in time to see Cuddy whisper something to House right before heading to the clinic. House's mouth was pulled in a small smile, but was soon replaced with his signature scowl. He noticed that Chase was watching him, and marched over to him.

"What are you looking at blondie?"

Chase raised an eyebrow indicating that he was onto him. House merely limped past him. Chase smirked and followed him into the elevator.

Maybe he was wrong about them after all.


III

Snowed In

The dark clouds gathered over Princeton with a thunderous revolt. Cuddy felt shudder run through her body, from her head, down her shoulders and spine. She tried desperately to seek warmth, but even the warm, and comforting cup of tea did little if nothing for her. She continued to type on her computer, and hoped that the warmth from the keyboard could provide some warmth through her fingers. She was almost finished, and then she could go home. She stole a glance out of the windows in her office and hoped that she would be able to make it home. The snow was falling pretty heavily.

She quickly typed the last sentence and with a happy sigh she shut down the computer. She gathered her files, and put on her thick wool coat and scarf. She turned down the lights, and stepped out of her office.

She paused when she reached the exit, and watched the snow falling in thick flakes. She glanced down at her heels, and cursed herself for picking style over practicality.

"You're gonna walk in the snow in these?"

She rolled her eyes when she recognized the familiar drawl. She turned around, and spotted House limping towards her.

"Honestly I thought it wouldn't turn out to be so bad."

"I can drive you home."

She looked at him quickly, searching for a sign that he was bluffing. But she saw nothing but genuine honesty in his sky blue eyes. She hesitated, pondering whether she should take his offer.

"I think I can manage."

"OK." He shrugged and pushed the door open. She watched him leave, and started to dread her decision with every passing second.

"Ah screw it." She mumbled to herself and hurried after him.

"House."

House stopped in his tracks, and looked at her rather amusedly.

"Did you change your mind?"

"I guess so."

"Come on then."

The weather seemed to worsen, the blizzard preventing them to see anything but the next car in front of them. Thankfully House managed to get them to her house safely.

"Thank you for driving me home." She was genuinely thankful that he offered his help.

"No problem."

Cuddy opened the door, and realized that there was no way that she could allow him to drive back home in the blizzard that was storming. She backed slightly and glanced at him nervously.

"You can't drive in this. Come inside, and wait until it has passed."

House seemed surprised by her query, and she didn't blame him. She hadn't been friendly the last time he came into her home, but then she had a hot date and he had practically ruined it.

"Are you sure?"

"Come on House. I won't bite."

"I'm not too sure." He said with fake nervousness.

She tried to stifle a giggle, but it bubbled up and she couldn't help herself.

They walked into the blizzard, and hurried over to her front door. Once inside they quickly got rid of their winter coats.

"You want something?"

"What do you have?"

"Tea, coffee, water, anything."

House wrinkled his nose at her suggestions.

"Don't you have anything a little stronger?"

Cuddy smiled knowingly, and led him into her living room. She picked up a bottle of red wine, a gift from her friend, and handed it to him.

He glanced at the label and eyed it with a scrutinizing expression. It was slightly amusing to watch him like that.

"Is it that bad?" She questioned him amusedly.

"So and so." He replied but tore the seal.

She padded into the kitchen and picked up two glasses and a corkscrew opener.

She lit up the fire in her fireplace, and together they lounged on her couch and drank the wine. They settled in a comfortable conversation, and for once they put down their weapons and acted decently towards each other. She had forgotten how easy it was to talk to him when he wasn't acting like a jerk. Before she knew it they had finished the whole bottle.

"Why can't we ever be like this at work?" She asked suddenly.

House put down his glass, and thought for a moment.

"I guess that sometimes it's easier…I don't know. Maybe we just function better that way."

Cuddy pondered over his answer. Sure, she guessed that sometimes their arguments led to the right decisions, in the end. But could it possibly be? Was their entire relationship, whatever it was, just a one single argument?

"It's just so exhausting, this constant fighting over and over again."

She looked at him in hope to find the answer there. Suddenly he seemed so vulnerable, and so open. She felt the sudden urge to get closer to him. Suddenly his lips seemed to inviting, but she couldn't possibly act on those impulses. Things were actually good between them, and she didn't want to destroy that.

"The storm has passed." She followed his gaze to the bright windows, and noticed that he was right.

"Maybe I should go." He seemed a bit hesitant.

"OK."

They stood up, and regarded each other awkwardly. Cuddy could feel the tension grow between them. She tried to put up a pleasant smile, and hugged him awkwardly.

"Thank you for driving me home."

"You're welcome."

He stepped away from her. She walked him out, and watched him retreat towards his car. She leaned against the doorframe feeling awkward and confused. She didn't understand the feelings that were blooming inside, and she made sure to discard them immediately. She knew that going down that route would only end with heartache. Then why did she feel that the risk would be worth it. The question was whether he was.

Much to her surprise she heard an urgent knock on her door. She opened it and saw House stand uncomfortably. He was clearly unsure whether to stay or leave. His eyes were amazingly blue in the snow, and she wanted nothing more but to kiss him, but she waited patiently for him to speak.

"It's….still a bit dreary out there. Do you mind if I stay?"

She didn't answer him immediately, then slowly her lips pulled up in a warm smile and she stepped aside to let him in.

"I'd like that."