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Finding One

Partypants — Tue, 25 Mar 2008 17:17:16 CDT

Summary: When Wilson needs relief his best friends know exactly what to do. Oneshot.

Cuddy sighed tiredly as she padded down the hallway to answer the door, wondering who the hell it was at this time of night. It wasn’t the latest she’d ever been woken up, but she’d been comfortable and warm in her bed. Cuddy covered her mouth with her hand as she yawned, trying not to lean against the door as she opened it, looking slowly up at… Wilson.

“Oh, uhm, sorry. I didn’t think you’d already be asleep.” Cuddy shook her head softly, brushing a stray messy curl from her eyes.

“It’s fine.” Cuddy spoke softly, fighting back another yawn. “What is it?”

“It’s nothing, it can wait. I’m-“

“You wouldn’t come here if-” Cuddy stopped and yawned softly, shutting her eyes as she looked down a little. “-If it was nothing.” Cuddy whispered, pushed the door open a little further as an invitation to let him in, thankful when he shut the door for her; saving her from falling asleep against it.

“Do you want-“

“Go sit down Cuddy, I’ll get it. Coffee?” Cuddy nodded gratefully, tiredly pointing out where her kitchen was as she moved through to the living room, slumping herself down on the couch. Wilson’s poking on her shoulder stirred her back a few minutes later, the pure smell of the coffee stimulating her barely awake senses.

“Thank you.” Cuddy whispered again, not caring that her mouth was just about to be burnt as she drank her coffee, she needed to be awake.

“I can go Cuddy, really its fine.” Wilson watched as she shook her head, cradling her coffee in her hands to warm her up whilst trying not to show off too much of her legs from under her robe; it was a wonder to him how she was still single, and dateless.

“What was it?” Her words shook him out of his thoughts, which were quite inappropriate whilst he was sat with her, making him glance back up at her. Her messy hair, tired eyes and, what appeared to be, bruised lips jumped out at him, making her even more beautiful than he’d ever seen her.

“James?” Cuddy prompted again; this time he’d try to pay attention, though with a beauty in front of him it was hard, as certain parts of him were realising.

“Sorry. I just had a particularly bad day, needed a friend to take my mind off of it. I guess I left it pretty late?”

“Just a little.” Cuddy laughed softly before drinking, letting him hear the sleep drifting in and out of her voice. “What happened?”

“It’s nothing really… stand out-ish. Just the same as a usual day, it just didn’t feel all that great.” Cuddy nodded in agreement, knowing exactly how he felt.

“I know exactly what that is like; nothing really helps to make it better, you just have to get through it, or sleep it off.” Wilson laughed gently, trying to concentrate on the conversation rather than on her; on how her robe was starting to slip apart at the top, showing off more of her light skin. It made him wonder how long it’d been since she’d had hands caressing her, teasing her, relaxing her; it’d been long enough for him but for a beauty like her… he couldn’t bear to think of it, or at least he didn’t want to make his growing feelings and erection even more obvious.

“What uhm, what did you do? To try and help.” Wilson took his eyes quickly from the new skin revealed by her robe, glancing back up at her eyes as her cheeks became tainted with a light blush.

“Uhm…” Cuddy bit her lip as she nervously laughed, looking away as her blush spread. “There’s a little friend which…” She laughed softly again as she watched his eyes widen, trying to hide her face with her mug as she drank some more of her coffee.

“I’m not that… little.” Cuddy’s eyes widened as House’s voice into the room, trailing off as he noticed that she wasn’t alone. She hadn’t forgotten that he was here, she just hadn’t realised that he might wake up.

“House? You-“

“No! No, no, no!” Cuddy tried to stop him before he started thinking, though it was already too late.

“Oh come on Cuddles.” Cuddy felt his breath on the back of her neck as he leaned down to her, whispering, “You know it’s true.”

“Shut up!” She hissed at him, glancing back to a nervous Wilson, a very confused Wilson. “I didn’t mean… it’s not-“

“Oh you know it is Cuddles, she’s a hellcat in bed.”

“Shut up!” Cuddy glared at him as she looked over her shoulder, watching him as he sat himself in the chair opposite the couch.

“I didn’t mean House.” Cuddy looked back at Wilson, her voice softer than before, trying to keep her frustration at House out of her speech; this wasn’t supposed to happen.

“What did you mean then?”

“I-“

“What does every girl have when they can’t get a date?” Cuddy sighed, shaking her head in resignation – there was no chance of her getting to explain anything if House was here, though he’d saved her something there.

“Cuddy?” Wilson was seemingly getting over the shock, though she doubted that he was, that he wouldn’t have questions about them, what House was doing here while she was sleeping.

“He’s right, that’s exactly what I meant.” Cuddy opened her eyes to look back at Wilson, watching as he nodded a little, thousands of thoughts milling around his brain.

“And House?” Cuddy sighed softly, waiting for House to say something but frowning and looking behind her when he didn’t. House glanced back at her, making her look curiously at him; their unspoken conversation reverberating around the room.

“He’s… it’s complicated. It’s new, it’s complicated.”

“Just sex?”

“Sometimes.” House butted in before Cuddy could even realise what Wilson’s question was. “She’s needy though. Hellcat in bed, needy succubus after; sucks all the feelings I have right out.”

“What feelings?” Cuddy muttered, shutting her eyes again as she just listened, not hearing anything else from Wilson after that though she knew that there’d be more questions. “Just say it.” She muttered again, not bothering to look up.

“How long?”

“A few weeks, something like that.” Wilson heard her whispered and he was glad for the fact that her eyes were shut so that she couldn’t see his face drop a little at her words, that he wouldn’t be able to relax her, to remind her how she should feel.

“Aww Cuddles, our little Jimmy is sad, or jealous.” House called him on it, smirking as Cuddy’s head lifted back up. “Looks like he was all ready for some fun too.” Cuddy frowned a little, becoming confused as the sleep threatened to push back into her. House snorted as Wilson blushed, looking away from Cuddy as his blush deepened more now that she noticed; he was currently trying to think of ways to kill House.

House’s limping gait thudded along her carpet, making Cuddy feel self conscious as she felt his presence looming over her, his breath tickling her neck again as he whispered to her, his stubble scratching her bare shoulder.

“Poor Jimmy, the twins are making him nervous.” Cuddy quickly glanced at Wilson before down at her breasts, pulling her robe back across her as she blushed in embarrassment, wondering how she hadn’t noticed the chill, though with House making her flushed and Wilson’s questions making her nervous that seemed to be her answer.

“I… I should go.” Wilson muttered, awkwardly standing from the couch to take his mug back into the kitchen. Wilson sighed as he leaned against the counter, hearing Cuddy’s soft voice travel through as she whispered to House. House had embarrassed him and Cuddy hadn’t helped matters despite her doing nothing, and now he’d be going home hard – not so comfortable to drive. Wilson eventually moved back through to the hallway to bid them goodnight and leave, frowning as House blocked his path.

“Follow me.” House walked off down the hallway in the opposite direction, stopping as Wilson didn’t follow. “You want relief or not? Cuddy’s got a plan.” Wilson frowned again and followed House, though he wasn’t sure why; sleeping with Cuddy when she was ‘with’ House wasn’t one of his ideas, and it’d be awkward now because of House.

Wilson’s eye’s dropped to the bed as they entered her bedroom. His eyes had to adjust to the dimmed lights but what he saw send another surge to his groin, making him glad again that he was here, even if all he was doing was seeing her, half naked and stretched out along her bed, twirling a curl with her fingers.

“Come here.” Cuddy whispered to him, her voice seductively purring at him as if she’d done this before, though he was sure that to House she had. Wilson glanced back at House before looking back at Cuddy, letting his eyes trail down her partially covered body, over the long length of her legs, back… the tightness in his groin stopped his thoughts, pushing him towards the bed. He sat gingerly on the edge next to her, feeling her hand reach out to him, running softly over his leg. Cuddy sat up before he could think, her half tied robe falling a little more off her shoulders as she moved, wrapping her arms around his waist as she sat behind him, pressing her body into his back.

Wilson wasn’t sure where House had gone but with Cuddy wrapped around him he currently couldn’t care, or think. One of her hands was slowly running over his jean covered erection as the other lay across his stomach. Her breasts rubbed softly against his back as she breathed, her lips teasing the back of his neck softly with her kisses making him lean back into her, needing more.

“Cuddy…” Wilson moaned at her touch, her soft laugh shooting straight to his cock. He groaned as her hand slid away from him, trying to grab her to keep her there; she was quicker though, sitting a little further back on the bed as she glanced over at him, feeling slight sympathy for the torture she’d just put him through.

“Strip.” Cuddy ordered him, slowly smiling at him and his confused face, her smile widening as his hands move to his pants to remove them, slowly releasing the pressure on his cock. Wilson watched as Cuddy leaned back on the bed, finally noticing House again as she leaned into his kiss. Cuddy seemed comfortable with their being flaunted in front of him, but he noticed how she was in control of all of this, and they were both following her every move.

Cuddy’s soft moans hit Wilson’s ears as he pulled his shirt over his head, turning back around to watch her, grinning a little as House’s hands massaged her breasts, giving her a moment of pleasure and loss of control – she’d end up getting her own back, on both of them. Her eyes opened again as House’s little caresses slowly, his hand sliding down to rest against her stomach, daring to reach between her thighs and pleasure her immensely; that wasn’t part of her plan though, yet.

Cuddy’s eyes seemed to beckon Wilson back to her as he gazed at her, taking in the full view of her exposed breast, the shape, the colour and how he imagined it’d feel in his hands. Cuddy caught him staring and smiled, letting her hand run over her shoulder to inch the other side of her robe down, catching him off guard as she let herself sit naked in front of him, her hand running over her stomach. House took that as his cue to move, standing from the bed as he walked around the room.

“Is he…?” Cuddy nodded, running her hand over Wilson’s arm as he moved to sit opposite her. Wilson felt her hand caress his cheek with the slightest of touches, her breath tickling him as she spoke.

“Problem with him?” Wilson felt as if she was daring him to say no, but if he did she could quickly retract her offer and leave him feeling even more tortured than he’d previously felt. Wilson shook his head at her question, smiling a little as hers grew. Her hand tilted his head ever so slightly as he lips slowly kissed his neck, the touch as small and brief as what her caresses had been; it was small but so powerful.

“What…?” Cuddy shushed him softly between kisses, tilting his head back down to let her gently kiss his lips. Wilson shuddered as her nails ran over his neck, scratching softly; he wished her kisses were more, wishing that-

“Command me.” Cuddy whispered into his lips as if she was reading his mind, letting her nails score his head slightly harder as her fingers slid through his hair briefly before completely pulling away from him, looking back at him with longing. Wilson couldn’t believe what he was seeing, what was happening. Cuddy was here with him naked, telling him to do whatever he wanted to her; it was more than a fantasy, it was his dreams.

“Command me James.” Cuddy whispered again, the pleading in her voice rushing straight to his cock. Wilson heard House snigger from behind him, ignoring him as he looked softly at Cuddy. Her eyes shone out at him, her dark hair framing her pale skin; his eyes trailed down to her breasts, stopping at her stomach before it became too much for him – she looked better than he’d ever imagined, fantasised or dreamed about; more beautiful and definitely sexier.

Wilson smiled at her as he moved along the bed to her, running his hand over her cheek softly, pushing her hair back with his fingers as he quickly kissed her. His kissed were harder and more forceful than she’d expected from him, making her tongue meet his as her mouth opened in surprise. Cuddy pushed herself closer to him as he pushed her backwards, readying herself for the fall, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him with her.

Cuddy moaned softly as his cock rubbed against her centre as he moved, tilting her head as he kissed down her neck, her eyes flashing deviously up at House. Cuddy grinned as House sat next to her on the bed to kiss her, running her hand down Wilson’s stomach; he was too busy to fully notice her hand, shutting his eyes in pleasure as she lightly grasped his cock in her hand. Cuddy rolled them over, keeping her hand in light strokes over him, leaning back down to kiss him.

“You didn’t think it’d be that easy did you?” Cuddy whispered between kisses, slowly rubbing her heat over him before moving from him, kissing him quickly once again. Cuddy leaned back on the bed to slowly kiss House, hearing Wilson’s frustrated sigh.

‘So close… so, so close.’ Wilson thought, barely noticing as Cuddy looked back sympathetically at him; she was in complete control and he kept forgetting that.

“Poor James.” Cuddy whispered to House, nuzzling her head against his shoulder. “Think we…” Cuddy grinned as she trailed off, her eyes quickly flashing back to Wilson, leaving him in torturous suspense.

House grasped her ass as she leant further back, rubbing her heat slowly over his cock just as she had done to Wilson, guiding House’s hand down between her thighs as he teased her neck; slowly sucking and kissing. Wilson’s eyes widened as he watched Cuddy, though he was now oblivious to them, or at least her. House concentrated on her neck as she worked his fingers slowly over her clit, shutting her eyes as she leaned further back into him; her ass pushing harder into his cock.

“Oh… God…” Wilson muttered as he watched her, her skin flushing at House’s touch. House smirked at Wilson’s involuntary words, moving his free hand to her breast, teasing her nipple with his fingers, stimulating her further; House was being just as tortured by Cuddy was, though at least he had a little relief, though her soft moans didn’t help in the slightest.

Cuddy tipped her head back up as House’s lips left her neck, letting her hand slid up from her thighs to her neglected breast; she knew just what she wanted, and she was getting it, feeling House take over from her, his rubs over her clit rougher, occasionally slipping a finger into her. She could only imagine Wilson’s face, though the involuntary noises he was making told her everything she needed to know. House felt her soft kisses on his cheek as he slid his hand from her; her little breaks in her pleasure was torturing her just as much as them, though she’d get the relief first.

House smirked as she whispered to him, giving her breast on final squeeze before sliding his hands away from her, letting her settle herself on the bed before moving to her, kissing up her stomach as he slowly straddled her, swirling his tongue over her nipple as he took it in his mouth, sliding his cock into her. Cuddy’s face was overcome with more pleasure than he’d seen before, making Wilson wonder how long he’d be able to hold on, whether he’d be next.

Wilson finally moved himself from where he lay now that he’d gotten over the initial shock of watching them, sliding his hand down to his cock as House slowly thrust into Cuddy. Her legs tightened over his hips and she moaned softly and he wondered what this felt like, what her touch was like, what being in her would be. He cupped his balls and lightly squeezed, trying not to shut his eyes so that he could watch, wanting to see his friends pleasured like he was going to be.

“James…” Cuddy softly whispered in a gasp, her eyes finally opening to look back at him. She smiled as he moaned softly as his hand wrapped back around his cock, stroking himself in the way he thought that she would, like she already had. His eyes shut as Cuddy’s moans increased, his stroking hardening as she hit climax; he didn’t want to though, as much as he needed it he wanted her to be the one to do it. The stroking over his cock slowed again as he opened his eyes, watching House and Cuddy in a small intimate display, slowly kissing as both breathed heavily, as both glowed in their post-coital sex; he’d give anything to be in House’s position.

“James…” Her soft voice hit his ears again and he saw a delicate hand reach out to him. Wilson took her hand and kissed it lightly, climbing along the bed to kiss her head, moving his kiss to her lips as House sat back from her. Cuddy sat up into the kiss once House had slowly slid himself from her and the bed, resting her hands on his hips. Wilson’s eyes screwed shut as her hands slid down, her small hand cupping around his cock before sliding back up. He hated her brief, teasing touches but he knew it’d all be worth it in the end, her previous display was proof.

Wilson lay back as Cuddy whispered to him, feeling her kisses run down his chest rather than her straddling him as he’d expected; God she was going to kill him if she didn’t stop this soon. He moaned quite loudly as her fingers almost walked over his thighs, her lips pressing brief kisses over his cock – it’d been too long and she was making it even longer, too long.

“Cuddy…” Wilson stressed as he breathed heavily, feeling her breathy laugh against his skin, her tongue slowly running over the head of his cock. “Oh God…” He muttered, his hands making fists with her bedding. House’s laugh was blocked out by the thoughts of her gentle lips on his cock, her tongue bringing him to peace. Her tongue ran back over the head of him slowly forcing his eyes to screw shut. His hips bucked involuntarily at her touch but her hands kept him still, kept him under his command.

“James…” Cuddy spoke softly around him, laughing a little at his reaction. She let her tongue run over him one last time before she pulled away from, leaning over the side of the bed to her table.

“Cuddy…” Wilson pleaded with her, needing her around him again, wanting so desperately to feel her, any little bit that he could get. His eyes screwed tighter as he heard her laugh gently, her hand running lightly over his cock as she took it in her hand, slowly running a condom over him.

“James…” Cuddy smiled as she leaned down to kiss him, teasing his cock with her opening. His hands ran down her back as she kissed him, settling over her ass; he tried to pull her closer, to settle her around him but she stayed firm, only lightly kissing him.

“How bad?” Cuddy whispered again, teasing his cock again as she gazed down at him, his brown eyes the most intense she’d ever seen them, so full of want, lust and need.

“Please Cuddy.” Wilson whispered back, letting his eyes meet hers, hearing House snigger from wherever the hell he was stood; he didn’t care, he just needed her, and he had done for so long. “Cuddy…” He pleaded again, not expecting her to relent so easily as she slid him into her, kissing his neck as she let him settle in her and recover.

“Take me.” Cuddy whispered, her eyes telling him that his time she meant it. Wilson slid his hands up from her ass, flipping them over and straddling her, pushing his cock further into her.

“Tell me Cuddy.” Wilson whispered, ignoring House’s comments as she pulled him down to her, kissing him briefly as she whispered to him, telling him exactly what he wanted to hear.

Mary [Cu]

Partypants — Tue, 25 Mar 2008 06:43:39 CDT

He is always there for her, she just has to realise it. Cuddy video with Huddy undertones.

Song by Scissor Sisters.

Enjoy the Silence [H/Cu]

Partypants — Tue, 25 Mar 2008 06:42:32 CDT

Their love is painful yet it's what keeps them there. They're constantly arguing and despite the pain they come back for more.

The video starts off with their arguing, ending with the reflection of their pain, how their actions affect each other. Hopefully you can see it too.

Song by Lacuna Coil

M - Chapter 10

Partypants — Sat, 22 Mar 2008 07:42:10 CDT

Chapter 10
James had sent her home despite her protests. She’d felt too scared to go home but he’d made her – she’d been sleeping at the hospital for a few days and it wasn’t doing her any good. He’d driven her home, offering to stay and keep her company but she’d refused – she wanted to feel safe, she needed to; she couldn’t afford to feel scared in her own home.

Lisa had locked the door and shut the curtains, almost missing the messages on her machine. She hit the button as she walked through to the kitchen to see if there was anything left for her to eat – she hadn’t been home in just over a week, most of her food would be off but her bottled water was fine. She listened to the message as she slowly drank, smiling at the calming voice of her parents.

Greg had left her a message despite her not being there and it brought tears to her eyes – the sweetness of it and the thought of him laying there because of the sicko that was doing this. He was stalking her and hurting her by hurting the people around her and it just... didn’t make sense.

“Doctor Cuddyyy-“ A final voice rang out, making her jump slightly. “You haven’t been home lately. I’ve missed you dearly.” Panic flooded her, her heart racing as the voice twisted and warped into her mind. She looked around for her purse, spotting it across the hall – she needed to get out of here.

“Don’t think about calling anyone... they won’t be able to help you now.” A maniacal laughter rang out seemingly from behind her, making her spin around just before she’d reached her purse, jumping at the shadow in the hallway.

“Why Doctor Cuddyyy. Seen a ghost?” Lisa shook her head slowly in disbelief, not sure if she was seeing things due to her lack of sleep or if he was actually here.

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten me? I’m hurt. All those night of passion, the steam, the-“

“Get out!” She backed away further, looking behind her quickly at the door before back. She jumped as she felt his touch on her, his arm wrap around her waist as he pulled her to him.

“Lisssaaa... I’m surprised at you. We’re meant to be.” The closeness and intensity of him scared her more, making her unable to say or do anything.

“You’ll regret not knowing me... especially when he dies and I’m all that you have left.” He pushed a kiss to her forehead before letting her go as her eyes shut, slipping away without her even noticing. She heard the door slam shut and she sighed, breaking down into the tears that were already falling, pushing herself down the wall into a small ball as she cried, too scared to move.

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House looked up as the door opened, resting his head back down as Wilson stepped through. Lisa had promised to come back and he trusted her on that, but he hadn’t seen her all day and he was starting to get worried.

“Where’s Cuddy?”

“She hasn’t been in yet.”

“You’re kidding right? This is Cuddy.”

“A lot has happened and-“

“She’s being stalked!” He practically shouted, his voice booming in intensity. “Something could have happened.” He managed to regain himself slightly, not wishing everyone to know what was happening with Lisa, with him as well.

“I’ll go get her.” House nodded at Wilson’s suggestion, laying his head back down as Wilson left – he dearly hoped that nothing had happened to her.

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Lisa jumped at the banging of her door, curling herself up tighter into her ball. Last night had freaked her completely, making her unable to sleep or even move from where she’d fallen into. From the beginning she’d been scared but now that she was alone it hit her even more, her fear bringing back her tears. She hated it, and she hated being away from Greg.

“Cuddy!” She could faintly hear Wilson's desperate voice through the door but it didn’t register to her, it just made her even more scared. He continued trying to get her to open the door, his voice becoming more desperate as he heard no sounds coming from the house or any sign of movement. James sighed and looked around, remembering that House had used a key to break in to her place a few years previous; looking around for it he sighed in relief once he’d found it, pushing the door open as he unlocked it.

“Cuddy?” He glanced around, hearing her quiet sniffles from the room. She shrunk into herself at the sound of footsteps, frozen in her space despite her brain knowing that the presence was comforting.

“Lisa...” James whispered to her, wrapping his arms around her small frame as he sat with her. She let her head rest against his shoulder as she leaned into him, slowly freeing herself from her fear.

“What happened?” She bit her lip gently, wiping her tears away as she tried to calm herself.

“He... was here. Waiting for me, when I got home.” He shook his head slowly in regret, knowing that he’d had a bad feeling about something.

“I should have stayed... I’m sorry.”

“You couldn’t have known.”

“I’m still sorry.” She nodded, looking up as she heard him sigh. “Have you been here all night?” She nodded again, brushing her tears away more forcefully – they were starting to slow, the comfort coming from James helping.

“Yeah... I was too freaked to move.”

“Oh Cuddy...” She sighed softly, hating the sound of his voice like that. “He was wondering where you were.”

“Pissed that I’m not there?”

“Worried. So was I.” Lisa managed to smile a little, uncurling her legs as she pushed them out.

“I should probably go see him.”

“Are you sure that you’re ok?”

“Just freaked...”

“Lisa?” She sighed softly, looking up at him with the same expression that he’d met when he’d arrived.

“I don’t know... I just need to be with him.” He nodded slowly once he was convinced by her, unhooking his arm from her waist to let her stand up – this time he’d stay. He’d stay while she did whatever was needed and then take her to the hospital – he hated her feeling like this.

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The door pushed open once again, the face of Lisa finally greeting his eyes as she stepped through, fragile and afraid. He could tell that she’d been crying, that she was scared and her clothes showed that she had no intentions of working – she wouldn’t have been able to had she tried.

“Lisa-“

“He was there.” She whispered, wanting to tell him before she closed up again. He held a hand out to her the best that he could, wincing as her grip was tighter than he’d expected.

“Where?”

“At home... waiting for me.”

“What happened?”

“He... he said that I should remember him... after... after the nights of passion, the steam.” She shook her head, shutting her eyes to try and block it out, though doing so made his face even clearer.

“He’s a bastard... did he hurt you?” She shook her head again, keeping him wrapped around her as she sat with him.

“No... he kissed me and left.”

“Where?”

“Forehead...” He sighed, squeezing her waist gently, wishing he could move his other arm over to comfort her more, to hold her properly.

“He won’t hurt you Lise, he just wants to play mind games.”

“He’s already hurt me, by putting you here.” House sighed again, kissing her lightly as she moved to make herself more comfortable. She’d sleep now, now that she was in his arms and safe.

M - Chapter 9

Partypants — Sat, 22 Mar 2008 07:41:30 CDT

Chapter 9
She’d pulled the chair close to the bed, unable to lay with him due to his injuries and wires, the monitors hooked up to him. His hand was held tightly in hers, her head laid on the bed as close to him as possible, tears running down her face in fear – if he hadn’t believed her before he had to now...

She kissed his hand lightly, running her fingers over his bandaged hand, her tears soaking into the bandage. She’d been at home when he’d been brought in, practically collapsing in shock and fear as James told her. He’d gotten her from House’s apartment but he’d needed to work, leaving her with Brenda and the promise of sending someone down with reports on the surgery and how he was doing. He had internal bleeding and fractured bones, though luckily his helmet had remained intact and kept his stupid head safe... she’d always hated that bike and hated it more now.

House had come out of surgery just hours ago, her sitting with him as she wondered what would happen and when he’d wake up – she couldn’t afford to lose him, he was the one who was keeping her sane.

“You’ve gotta wake up Greg... we need you... everyone does...” She wiped her tears quickly with her hand, laughing to herself as she looked around the room.

“I haven’t let anyone in... I need you to wake up... I can’t stand you being asleep... I’ve got so much I-“

“Shut up... you’re voice is-“

“Greg?!” She jumped up from the chair, hugging him quickly as he tears flowed quicker again.

“Ow... get off.”

“Sorry...” She moved back from him, keeping his hand in hers as she sat back down. “Don’t ever do that to me again.”

“What happened?”

“You got in an accident with your bike...”

“Come here.” He pulled on her hands a little, trying to get her to sit next to him on the bed in the small space that was left.

“You’ve gotta get checked-“

“I wanna spend just a few minutes with you. Sit.” Lisa nodded, shifting from the bed to sit with him. She felt his hand move up to wipe her tears, letting her slide down the bed a little.

“How long was I out?”

“A few hours... surgery was longer and torturous.”

“I’m sorry Lise.” She shook her head, kissing his hand softly.

“It wasn’t you, it was him... and he’s gonna do something to me.”

“He’s-“

“He will Greg. I called the police and they’re going to want to talk to you. I refused for now but... I’m going to have to tell them everything, show them the letter...”

“The hospital-“

“Knows. Judging by the amount of time I’ve been here, sending everyone away and crying over you... they know.” He nodded before stopping, feeling a slightly twinge of pain.

“Try not to move too much. And get some rest... I’m gonna go... do something. Talk to them and let you get checked.” He pulled on her hand lightly as she shifted on the bed, kissing her quickly before letting her sit up.

“Talk to me when you come back?”

“I was...”

“Talk to me Lise...” She nodded, kissing him quickly again before slipping out of the room, feeling James’s hand on her arm stop her as she tried to walk down the corridor. Her mind was a mess and she wasn’t thinking clearly, her fear and sadness overwhelming her.

“How is he?”

“He’s... he-“ She shook her head slowly, resting her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace, letting her cry the last of it out into his shoulder. Their strong Dean of Medicine had been broken by this, not able to think clearly or about anything except him – because she loved him.

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James had managed to get her back to her office, getting her assistant to make her a coffee as she settled herself in there. She looked up with a teary smile as the coffee was offered to her, wiping her eyes again as she thanked them.

“What happened Lisa?” She sighed as she looked down at the coffee, shifting her legs underneath her better.

“There’s someone following me.”

“How...long?”

“A week or so? I first noticed the day I’d called in sick. Someone sent me a letter... since then I’ve had emails, someone outside my house and now this...”

“You don’t know that this is related.”

“Ambulance crew said that it’d been a collision – someone hit him...”

“Lisa, you-“

“It’s related! Someone’s stalking me and they’re hurting the people I care about... they’ll hurt me.” Her arms seemed to tighten around her, her body scrunching up tighter at her words.

“You said someone was outside your home... did you call the police?” She shook her head, finally drinking some of the cooling coffee.

“Not... not then... I went to Greg’s. I didn’t feel safe at home and... It scared him.” James nodded, watching as she wiped her tears with her sleeve before pushing her head back into the chair.

“I should’ve... I should have just done something. He wouldn’t be laid up there, I wouldn’t be...”

“Lisa.... what is it?” She shook her head slowly, not really wanting to talk.

“It just... it scares me – that someone is doing this, that Greg’s been hurt... that I could be.”

“You won’t get hurt. You can have security here and-“

“At home? Greg can’t do anything! I can’t stay here constantly till he’s discharged...”

“You’ll figure something out – I know you.” She nodded slowly, brushing at her eyes again as she did.

“Thanks.” She looked behind her at the knocking from the door, looking anxiously at the person in fear.

“He’s asking for you.” She sighed softly, thanking James for the company before putting the coffee onto her table as she stood to leave, keeping her arms wrapped around her for some kind of safety as she headed back up to him – the next few days would be the longest yet.

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Greg watched as she stood in the doorway to his room, not daring to move, trying to find some comfort from where she was. He held his hand out to her, smiling as she moved over to him. Lisa curled herself in the small space that had been left on the bed, her head finding his chest as she lay down with him.

“Hey... what is it?”

“When you were in surgery... I was scared that you’d die... now I’m scared that... that something will happen to me.”

“Lisa, why would they hurt you?”

“Why would they stalk me in the first place?” He nodded, keeping her close to him. “I just... I can’t lose you, I can’t lose-“ She shook her head slowly, settling it back against him. “I just can’t cope with this.”

“You said we...” She looked slowly up at him, a look of confusion over her face.

“What?”

“Before, when you were telling me to wake up. You said we need you.”

“I don’t remem-“

“And you were going to list what you couldn’t lose twice. What’s going on Lise?”

“My mind’s a bit messed up at the minute...”

“You still gonna talk to me?”

“I thought we were talking...”

“Not what I meant. Talk to me Lise, properly. About what’s bothering you and... this.” She shook her head slowly, laying her head back down.

“Not now...” Greg nodded, sighing softly as he kept his arms around her – something had changed in her to do with this and the stalker, and he hated that she wasn’t telling him anything.

M - Chapter 8

Partypants — Sat, 22 Mar 2008 07:40:55 CDT

Chapter 8
Greg stretched his arm over the bed, trying to pull the blanket tighter over him as a chill ran through him. He hadn’t yet realised that Lisa wasn’t there with him, her disappearance being the reason for him being cold.

She’d shut the bathroom door as soon as she’d entered, trying to keep the light from shining through into the bedroom as well as to stop him from seeing, from hearing. She hadn’t felt too good the previous night and she felt even worse that morning, her stomach rebelling against her as she tried to fight the nausea – she knew last night that she’d eaten better food than that, she just wished that she’d listened to herself.

“Lisa?” She barely heard the faint voice, hearing it come louder as the bathroom door slowly opened. “What are you doing here?”

“Not sleeping.” Lisa muttered, pushing herself harder into the cold of the bath as she tried to squash the feeling, and failed… once again. Lisa felt her hair being scooped back as she balanced herself, weakly holding herself up as she vomited. Her body just wanted to collapse back down, and throw up all together.

“Lise…” Lisa felt her hair fall back around her face as his arms slid down to her waist, his hands stroking over her stomach lightly as he tried to calm the back flips that it was doing, holding her against him.

“The food… yesterday.”

“I ate the same as you Lise.”

“It didn’t taste great then.”

“Shh Lisa.” Greg kissed her head softly as he let his hand movements slow. “Can you stand?” Lisa shook her head weakly, leaning heavier into him.

“No.”

“Come on.” Lisa groaned as she felt him move from behind her, his arm keeping hold around her waist to help balance her. “We’ll get you settled and comfortable.”

“Don’t… wanna be vertical.”

“Just a few seconds, then you won’t be.” Lisa made a few more noises of complaint as she let him walk her back through to the bedroom, feeling the bed hit her legs before turning round to ‘flop’ onto it.

“Greg…”

“Go back to sleep.” Greg slipped his arm lightly over her waist as he lay with her, covering them both back up – it was far too early for either of them to be up, so maybe he’d get some sleep along with her.

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Greg has shut her alarm off as he’d taken her back to bed, stopping her from being woken up at another ridiculously early time. He’d tried not to wake her as he’d gotten out of bed, silencing his cell as it screeched into the quiet. His team were calling him in for his parents and as much as he hated leaving her here alone, and sick, he had to – she wasn’t dying, at the worst it was food poisoning.

“I’ll be back later.” Greg had whispered to her as she slept, kissing her hair before slipping out of his apartment, taking the tedious journey into work. All the way there he wished that he could still be laid with her, looking after her as she puked her guts up. It wasn’t nice but at least she wouldn’t be alone.

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Lisa had called in sick when she’d finally woken back up, smiling as her assistant had already booked her off for that day when she hadn’t shown up, making Lisa glance towards the clock to find out what time it actually was. She was amazed to discover how long she’d actually slept for but since she felt a little better she was glad of it – hopefully she’d just spend the rest of the day feeling ill and not being ill.

She’d wandered around the apartment slowly, wondering whether she dared to eat and if it would just come straight back up or not – she wasn’t even sure if he’d have anything suitable anyway, and she wasn’t planning on going out for it. Lisa sighed, rubbing her head gently before moving back through to the bathroom – she’d take a bath and then figure out what she could do.

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Greg had known that leaving her would be hell, that going into work without her there wouldn’t be much fun in the slightest, but he hadn’t known how right he would be. The lights flashing in front of his eyes blinded him, making Greg veer off his line a little. The smell, the sight and the blindness were all one indicated, the flooding pain was next and all he could think of was Lisa.

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Lisa looked up from her toast as something was pushed under the door, moving from the couch to the door to find out what it was, cursing softly as her cell jumped into life as well; she was sick, she only had so many hands. Lisa grabbed the large envelope from the floor as she moved back into the bedroom to grab her phone, balancing it against her ear with her shoulder as she sat on the bed to open the envelope – which strangely had her name written on. The writing didn’t strike any bells, and it wasn’t addressed either.

“Cuddy.” Lisa hadn’t glanced at the caller ID as she opened it, having too much to do at that moment.

“Lisa, its James.” Lisa frowned at the hesitation in his voice, curious to why he was calling and what’s happening. Her fingers found smooth paper inside the envelope, making her tip it upside down to pull it out – pictures. She flipped them over as James spoke, her eyes widening at the subject of the pictures.

“House has been… he was in an accident.”

“I…” Lisa nearly dropped the phone in shock; that James was confirming what she was seeing. The pictures made her stomach turn as she looked at them, feeling them slide out of her hand as tears formed in her eyes. She’d told him that something would happen.

M - Chapter 7

Partypants — Sat, 22 Mar 2008 07:40:08 CDT

Chapter 7
Lisa had managed to sneak off that morning before Greg had woken up, finally managing to get to work early for once – she usually ended up waking up later because of him, because of them, and if not he usually found a way to keep her with him for a little while longer. Today was different – he hadn’t slept much that night and did so through the morning instead, letting her leave without him waking up – he’d hate it, and she did, but she needed to work, to get back to normalcy.

Lisa had had her assistant get her a coffee when she’d gotten in, flicking through her mail quickly before turning her computer on – there had been nothing suspicious, or nothing that had stood out to her. She desperately hoped that Greg was right, that nothing would happen but it just seemed hard to believe right now.

She’d settled herself behind her desk, the hot coffee sat in front of her, daring to cheer her once it’d been placed there by her assistant – she dearly needed it, she’d forgone having it at Greg’s so that she didn’t tempt waking him, she just needed to be here. She’d opened one of the budget reports, trying to work her way through it, though it was a little hard when her email distracted her. She frowned as she looked across at it, smiling as she read it.

You are a naughty, naughty girl Miss Cuddy. I might have to pay you back for that tonight.

Lisa laughed softly at it, glancing out of her office before placing the budget report down – two could play his game.

You’ll have to catch me first, and hope that I play nice.

She wondered what he had in store for her, what crazy idea he could be concocting.

Oh you’ll play nice, or you’ll be paying. Dinner, tonight, Italian, dress fancy.

She sent a final one back to him, trying to work her mind to get back to her budget report when she received no reply from him – either he was working on a case or just ignoring her, knowing him it’d probably be the second or a bit of both. She managed to get back to work, remembering about her coffee before it became too cold – he’d never taken her out, not properly and not since College either.

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“Are you dressed yet?” She’d forced him to wait outside whilst she changed – he’d end up distracting her and she’d end up taking longer – she wanted to spend the time pampering herself rather than redoing her makeup five times because he made her forget what she’d done. She ignored his comment, he’d already asked not long ago, and finished styling her hair. She didn’t have much left to do; her curls were just being awkward.

She’d debated all through the day what to wear, how to do her hair and what makeup to wear – if she was dressing up she wanted to do it properly, and make his jaw hit the floor. She’d ended up straightening her hair, curling it afterwards to make them perfect – they were always different to her natural curls and, to her, looked even more beautiful – they were the way she wanted them rather than how they decided to style, and it always had the desired effect on him.

“Lisaaa.” He tried to push the door open, frowning as it hit the chair that was keeping it shut. “Hey!”

“No peeking, you’ll just put me off and I’ll end up taking longer.”

“Well we’re supposed to be leaving in a few minutes, the-“

“2 minutes. I’ll be out in 2 minutes.”

“I’ll time you.” She shook her head and laughed, walking over the door to push it the inch shut. He grumbled something before she heard him walk away down the hallway. She teased the curl that she was working on before letting it go, watching it spring back as it moved – she was happy, and she liked it. She let herself twirl once more before moving the chair, slipping her feet into her shoes before pulling the door back, grabbing her bag from the handle – if it didn’t impress him then she wasn’t sure what to.

Lisa felt his gaze on her before she’d even seen him, reaching up to quickly kiss him as she finished walking down the hall to him. She twirled slowly at his request, feeling his hand grab hers once she had, pulling her back into his arms.

“You are absolutely beautiful. It makes me not want to go out anymore.” She laughed softy before leaning into the kiss, her fingers caressing the back of his neck softly.

“We’re going out; we can just fulfil your fantasies when we get back.”

“But mom!” Lisa laughed softly at him, kissing him slowly again.

“It’s just dinner. The quicker we leave the quicker we get-“ She cut herself off as he tugged on her arm, lightly pulling her out of the room – he’d taken her hint. She wanted dinner and he wanted sex, they’d both be happy by the end of tonight.

“So where are we going?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see mistress.” Lisa frowned, wanting to stop and complain further but laughed as he glanced back at her. Lisa let him lead her outside, raising an eyebrow as he handed a scarf to her.

“Greg, I-“

“I told you it was a surprise.”

“And my hair?”

“It won’t make a difference, you’ll still be beautiful.” Lisa rolled her eyes at him, trying to still back away from the scarf.

“Why can’t you just let me see?”

“It’s more fun this way.”

“It really isn’t.”

“Please Lise.” Lisa sighed, and held her hand out for it, watching as her vision was blackened by him doing so.

“You do realise that I can’t see my way to the car now right?”

“That’s what you have me for.” Lisa shook her head lightly, feeling his arm hold around her waist as he walked her the short journey to the car, helping her in before getting in himself. She’d already managed to fiddle around and strap herself in by the time he’d gotten in and was now trying to relax as she sat back in her seat – she hated being blindfolded.

“You okay?” Lisa nodded, restraining herself from pulling the blindfold down, fiddling with the strap on her purse instead, if only to give herself something to do. He ran his hand over hers to try and comfort her, watching as she smiled a little at his attempt.

“It’ll just be 10 minutes Lise, promise.”

“Okay.” Lisa wearily nodded, feeling his hand slip from hers as he started the car.

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“Hey Lise.”

“We’re here?” Greg nodded, slowly undoing the scarf from the back of her head, letting it slide down as it loosened. Lisa blinked a couple of times as a little more light flooded into her eyes, looking across at him with a smile.

“Come on.” Greg let her get her bearings before getting out of the car, feeling her hand slip into his as she stood with him, looking down at her as she kissed his cheek.

“It’s perfect. How did-?”

“You’ve wanted to come here for a while; your ‘not so subtle’ hints tipped me off.” Lisa laughed a little and nodded. She’d heard good things about the place but she doubted that he’d actually want to take her since it meant dressing up and playing nice in public – though he’d surprised her, and she guessed it was because of what was going on.

“Earth to Cuddy.” Lisa glanced back up at him, leaning back a little as his hand passed in front of her face.

“Sorry, just in awe.” Greg grinned at her, nudging her forward. He might not surprise her and treat her much, but it made it that much better for when he did.

Lisa glanced around the restaurant as Greg found their table, letting her head rest lightly against his arm as she stood with him. She wished that she’d come here before, even if it was just with a friend but then it wouldn’t have been as special now.

“I’m sorry sir, there appears to be no reservation under that name.” Lisa looked up with a small frown as she glanced up at Greg.

“That’s impossible – I booked it yesterday.”

“There was a booking, but it was cancelled this afternoon.”

“Greg….” Lisa glanced up with curious eyes. “He’s doing it again.”

“Who cancelled it?” Greg hoped that Lisa was wrong, but with everything else that had happened he doubted that she would be.

“Apparently you did sir.” Greg frowned, feeling Lisa nudge his arm. They thanked the man and headed out as Greg wrapped his arm around her waist.

“I will make this up to you Lise.”

“No need, I have an idea. Plus I think you did what you hoped to do anyway.”

“What’s that then?”

“Take me away from the madness. Just getting me dressed up made me think of something else – we can have good food back at yours.” Greg grinned and kissed her before letting her duck into the car – his plan had half worked.

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“Close your eyes.” Lisa giggled softly as she walked Greg backwards, trying to grab his Chinese carton from him.

“I’ll fall over.”

“Trust me Greg, and close your eyes.” He deposited the carton onto the bedside table and shut his eyes, feeling her nudge him a little further back. The bed hit the back of his legs, making him open one eye to look at her.

“Now what?”

“What do you think?” Lisa smiled back at him, kissing him before lightly pushing his chest. “And keep your eyes closed.” Greg shut his eyes again, kissing her back as he moved himself along the bed, feeling her wriggle out of his arms.

“Lise…”

“Be patient.” Greg heard her footsteps pad out of the room before back in, her fingers lightly inching their way up his chest as she slid next to him on the bed.

“Hello.”

“Hi.” Lisa kissed him softly, her fingers stroking over his cheek before she let the scarf slide over his face.

“What are you doing?”

“Having fun.”

“I thought we were playing out my fantasies tonight?”

“We were, but I’ve already been tied up once. I believe in sharing.” Greg laughed softly, opening his eyes to look at her as the scarf danced across his face again. “Do we have another?”

“You want to get tied up too?”

“No… I want to make this even better.”

“Oh no, no. I thought I was being blindfolded.”

“You are.” Lisa kissed him slowly, cutting off any more protests from him. “I just could have had some more fun if there was another.” Greg frowned at her, lifting his head up as she ran her fingers on the underside of it, letting her blindfold him more easily than she’d anticipated.

“Do I get my own back?”

“No, this is my payback. Plus…” Lisa kissed down his chest softly. “You’re making it up to me.”

FY - Chapter 6

Partypants — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 04:35:47 CDT

She felt refreshed and rewarded. She hadn’t had a full day off in months. She already knew how to spend it before she’d even thought about what to do – Caitlyn had been a little persuasive on that fact. She never saw her mother during the day but she never complained as she made up for it in the evening and her days off.

Caitlyn had been more than just a little persuasive on how to spend the day. She’d wanted to go to the park. Not the ‘regular’ park but the ‘other’ park, as she’d called it – she wanted a picnic. Cuddy had laughed a little but agreed, making Cate sit patiently as she packed up the picnic. The little girl couldn’t sit patiently but had sat on the counter top, packing the little sandwiches away.

Caitlyn had been impatient to actually get there to have the picnic after they’d left the house. It’d made Cuddy smile, causing her to wonder if that had been something she’d gotten from House. Cuddy couldn’t remember being impatient as a child, she’d been too curious to be – she couldn’t remember much from Catey’s age.

Catey had, attempted to, drag her along the path until she was happy enough with a section of the park. She eventually sat herself down on a large patch of grass, impatiently waiting for Cuddy to do so too.

“Mommy!” She called up when she didn’t sit down quick enough. Cuddy shook her head a little, stepping out of her shoes before she sat down with Catey. She moved the basket out of the little girls reach temporarily.

“But mommy!”

“We just got here baby.” The little girl looked sad but instantly shook that off when she started to play with the grass – little things constantly entertained her.

Cuddy sat watching the scene, making sure to keep an eye on Caitlyn too – the little girl could easily slip away. She hadn’t had chance in a very long time to just sit and watch, usually she ended up being involved.

“Mommy! I’m hungwy.” Cuddy softly laughed and moved the basket in between them, pulling Catey a little closer to her. The little girl picked happily at her sandwich making Cuddy laugh a little more – she really needed to take more time off to just sit and relax with her daughter, it always seemed to make her feel better.

She frowned as a tall figure walked, or rather limped, into her eye line. She should have known that a day off was never full a day off.

She sighed. “What do you want?” Caitlyn looked up from her food, with a rather messy face, as she heard her mom speak before carrying on eating.

“Got a case.” She muttered something under her breath.

“How did you know I was here?” He grinned.

“You’ve always liked the quiet of nature.” She looked away from him, hating that she was still as predictable as ever.

“What is it?” He frowned when she didn’t stand up, knowing that he wouldn’t be sitting down. He glanced behind him to a bench but quickly back to Cuddy.

“Need a brain biopsy.” She stared at him, waiting for more.

“Why? And where’s the file?” She moved her arms and looked down as Catey climbed onto her, hugging her as she sat on her.

“Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease. Kids have the file.” She sighed.

“Do it.” He nodded and pulled out his cell. She frowned but ignored it, turning her attention back to what was in front of her. She brushed her daughter’s hair behind her ear and pulled a sandwich out – she was still hungry, her disturbance hadn’t stopped that. Catey reached for the sandwich in her mother’s hands causing Cuddy to frown. She gave it to her, pulling another out.

She felt a little uneasy, turning behind her to see House still stood there.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s your day off. I’m curious.” She frowned.

“Go see your patient.” He ignored her, sitting down on the bench behind her.

“I wonder…” She sighed, turning herself round with Cate still on her knees.

“What?”

“Why are the funbags covered up?” She frowned again and mouthed ‘shut up’ to him. Catey looked up innocently at her causing her to wonder how this was his child.

He patted the seat next to him on the bench. “Sit.” She eyed him curiously but stayed still, not trusting him or wanting to move.

“I only bite if you ask.” She sighed and started to push herself, keeping Catey in her arms. Cate wriggled off allowing her to stand up with more ease before walking over to the food basket – she was still hungry. Cuddy smiled before sitting on the bench, closely keeping an eye on her.

“I’m curious.”

“What now?”

“Why here?” She shrugged.

“She wanted to come – she likes it here.” He looked thoughtful for a minute before commenting,

“Never knew you owned anything like that – thought it was all just tight skirts and short shirts.” She smiled a little but said nothing. Most of her wardrobe was her work clothes but she did have other things – evening dresses and things for everything else.

“I do have a life.” He smirked – right.

She was up before the little girl’s cry had hit her ears – she’d watched her and had seen her fall over, knowing what would be happening next. House just watched her, taking in the scene as she mothered and doctored at the same time – he’d been wrong about her in so many ways with so many of his opinions.

She’d sat herself back on the grass, holding Caitlyn tightly as she let the little girl cry her pain out. One hand was soothingly smoothing her daughters hair whilst the other was looking for something in a bag. She pulled out a tissue and held it over the girl’s cut knee, mopping up the cut. She let it lay there for a few minutes, moving it round as the blood soaked up into the tissue before picking up a water bottle.

“Hey, Catey.” The little girl’s tear-stained face looked up briefly. “Gotta clean your knee.”

“Will it hurt?” She shook her head, brushing Catey’s hair away.

“No.” The little girl rested her head back down, letting her mom clean the cut. Her tears increased slightly as the water hit her knee before a new tissue fell back onto it.

“Mommy!” Cuddy cringed.

“I know baby, I’m sorry.” She hated lying to her – she’d known that it’d hurt. She reached back into the bag, pulling out a Band-Aid to replace the tissue. Catey’s sniffles subsided a little when she saw it. Cuddy dabbed her knee dry before placing the Band-Aid over it, rubbing it lightly for effect. She left Catey hold onto her, letting her comfort herself. She looked back around behind her, seeing that House had gone.

FY - Chapter 5

Partypants — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 04:31:02 CDT

There were good days and there were bad days. She rarely ever felt like there were great days but today was one of them. She’d just settled into her temporary apartment 3 weeks ago. There was still a lot that she needed to do but for now it felt like home. She was barely unpacked but she was settled in – the unpacking would take a few months at the rate she was doing it.

Her brother had visited her most days, showing her around New York for some of the time as well. She had everything set up at home that she needed to for her work and she felt comfortable. She was free and able to finally think about everything.

Her brother had tried to get her to have a house warming party but she hadn’t taken to the idea. Instead he’d come round and had spent the night making her smile at old memories, occasionally pulling out an old photo of the two. It was that same night that she felt the baby move. Not move but kick, properly move.

The mattress that she had had been one that had come with the apartment and it was uncomfortable as hell for her back. The pressure from the baby was causing her back to change shape to accommodate the changes in her body. The bed was too soft yet too lumpy – her brother had promised to help her buy a new one, she needed comfort if she was going to do anything around her.

She’d eventually gotten up from the bed, knowing that she wouldn’t be sleeping. She’d kept her hand on her swollen stomach for the rest of the night, feeling the odd kick. It pleased her, making her feel immensely happy.

The first thing that she’d done after moving in was move her prenatal care to a Clinic in the town – it was closer to her home than the hospital was. At her 20 week appointment everything had been great. The baby’s heart was steady and she was moving freely. She’d felt that as she’d seen it causing her to smile more. She kept the print out of the picture, adding it to the others.

She was still at odds whether to have the baby adopted or not, she was still confused about the entire thing. If she did have the baby adopted then she’d make sure to give the sonograms and notes to the agency too – it wouldn’t feel right having them around without the baby. She was very uncertain whether or not she wanted the baby adopted. She was starting to get attached. For a few weeks she felt that she loved the baby, she loved being pregnant but that was different, but by the time the baby started to move and kick she knew that she definitely loved it.

After her 24 week appointment she’d made up her mind – it wouldn’t feel right to have the baby adopted, her baby. She was definitely attached by now and she knew that she could make it right, that she’d be able to do this. It was her baby and nothing could stop her from being its mother – her little girl.

Her brother had still questioned her for weeks afterwards, making sure that she definitely wanted to do it. He trusted her decision but he wanted to make sure that she knew everything that would be involved, that it would be hard for someone in her position. She’d told him that she didn’t care. With the baby some things would be changing, her work for one thing. She’d still work, she loved her job too much to not, but the baby would come first. He’d just agreed and supported her on it, helping her when she needed him.

She needed him a lot, usually during the night if she felt upset or needed some company. He hadn’t always minded, except for when she’d woken him up. After the first time he’d complained he’d learned not to – her yelling at him hadn’t been a very pleasant experience, though it had let her extinguish a few extra hormones.

Even afterwards for the 5 months before she moved back he was there for her. He babysat if he felt she needed a night off, it was usually him telling her that rather than her asking, and sometimes he just stayed with her to keep her company. She hadn’t had a clue about what to do but she’d done great regardless. She knew that there’d be a lot of problems and things to sort out when she moved home but she handled them with stride, just like she’d handled this.

She’d missed him being there for her but he’d come to visit, missing his niece as well as her. It felt nice to have her space back, to be back at home. She’d been weary about what would happen. House had been prone before she’d left to turn up at her home in the middle of the night for his patient. He’d started by calling and waking her up, which she’d thoroughly yelled at him for, but then he’d starting coming to her home. She was surprised that he hadn’t found out about the pregnancy then, in the later stages her nightwear barely hid the growing bump, but he never said anything. She still yelled at him every time he woke her up – she needed her sleep, it was the only way that she could handle the situation and everything she was doing.

When she’d moved away she’d been able to sleep, after she’d bought a new mattress. In the beginning she had anyway, if the baby moved too much or she was in discomfort she couldn’t sleep, but she was able to sleep during the day instead – it worked for her. She’d been unsure about moving away but it had been the right thing to do – it had helped immensely. She wouldn’t change anything that had happened.

FY - Chapter 4

Partypants — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 04:26:08 CDT

She’d settled into her new life so easily that now it seemed like she’d been doing it for her entire life instead of 3 and a half years. Now she just seemed comfortable and contended. The past two days had disturbed her slightly but she didn’t worry, she’d learned to worry less and focus her attention elsewhere onto those that needed it.

There was a soft giggling from the other end of the couch that broke her from her thoughts. She didn’t mind, what was happening was just as pleasant as her memories were. She looked down to where the laughter was coming from, finding a little lump on the couch covered with a blanket – just a ploy for her attention.

She poked at the lump with her foot, smiling as the giggling increased. She moved a little closer and grabbed the lump, pulling it closer to her.

“No fair.” The little lump complained as its head poked out of the blanket. She smiled again.

“I know.” The lump pulled its tongue out which Cuddy faked a look of disgust at. She pulled her onto her knees and covered her back up with the blanket, keeping them both warm as she did.

The little lump, well child – she was less of a lump now, snuggled closer into her, sliding down slightly as she became comfortable and sleepy.

“Bed time.” She poked the child as she announced it, watching as her head looked up with sad eyes at her.

“But mommy!” Cuddy shook her head.

“No buts.” The little girl pulled an even bigger sad face, something that she’d attempted to emulate from Cuddy months ago, and held her arms up.

“Nu uh, you can carry yourself.”

”But mommy, I’m sweepy.” Cuddy sighed and pushed the blanket from them, turning the little girl around as she picked her up.

“You are really getting too heavy.” Cuddy could easily complain about that with her small size. For now her daughter was small, and relatively light, but she knew that she wouldn’t stay that was – she even thought that she’d be taller than her, it wouldn’t have surprised her.

“Detour.” The little girl would have complained if she hadn’t told her where she was going. She quickly walked back down the hall to the door, retracing her steps partially. She wondered who would be calling for her at this time of night. It wasn’t really late but no one really came to her at any time of the day regardless.

She sighed as she opened the door, closing her eyes and wincing slightly. She hadn’t figured that the person that it would be was going to be the person that could very easily complicate things.

“You go get ready and I’ll be there in a minute.” She whispered to the girl. It was a lot easier than having whatever conversation that was coming in front of her daughter; she didn’t really want to delay her daughter’s bedtime either.

“But mom!” The little girl complained back.

“Please.” She didn’t plead but the little girl seemed to understand. She put her down, watching as she walked back into the other room to retrieve the blanket before heading down the hall to her room.

Cuddy quickly turned her attention back to the door, noticing that his eyes had been watching down the corridor as well.

“What do you want?” She sounded tired and slightly defeated. It had been a long day, a long two days, and she really didn’t want to have to explain this any more than she already had done. She didn’t want him here regardless.

“I want to talk.” She sighed.

”There are better times than this. It’s late House.” He looked at her, softly and cautiously. He appeared to not want to make things than they were but she doubted that he actually felt like that.

“Wilson… explained it to me.” She closed her eyes again.

“You told him?” He nodded.

“I thought he knew. I didn’t realise that you wouldn’t have told him everything.” She sighed and pushed the door open.

“You’re letting the cold in.” She quickly moved back down the corridor. “Don’t follow me.” She called over her shoulder before making her way over to Cate’s room, making sure that she was ready for bed before this discussion. She hoped that he wouldn’t want to see her, not tonight anyway. She definitely wouldn’t sleep if she was woken up now.

Cuddy reappeared just a few minutes later, bringing a drink in for them both. He thanked her and leaned a little more comfortably in his seat, watching as she did the same across the couch.

She sighed. “What do you want to know?”

“What happened in New York?” She closed her eyes as she thought back. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to tell him but he had been right, he did have a right to know.

“I went to stay with my brother. Taking time off the hospital and staying here wouldn’t have done what I needed so I went to stay with him. I had a temporary apartment. It wasn’t ideal for my situation but it was temporary, it felt like home.” He nodded, just letting her talk. She wouldn’t explain it to him if he interrupted.

“My brother was great. He tried not to ask much but I explained it to him anyway, most of it.” He smiled, guessing which bit she’d conveniently left out. “He was there for me, especially when I needed him – he just understood. I guess that’s one great thing about your brother being a doctor.” She slid herself down a little on the couch to get comfier, watching as he nodded.

“I came back when she was 5 months. It wasn’t perfect but I made it work.” He nodded again.

“What did you tell your parents?” She smiled a little.

“As little as possible. They didn’t need to know how it happened or the little details behind it, just who she was and what I was doing.” He smirked.

“Still lying to your mother?” She rolled her eyes.

“No one else found out because I didn’t tell them. I didn’t feel like they needed to know, it wasn’t their business – especially the boards. They wanted a good reason for why I’d been away for so long. I kept it short and brief.” He smirked again.

“Why did you keep her?” She shrugged slightly.

“Leaving was hard but I needed to. Most women who know from the start that they want their child adopted don’t want to know anything – they don’t want to see the sonograms or the sex. I wanted to know. I wasn’t completely sure what I wanted to do even when I moved.” He nodded and she paused, working out how to explain it.

“I kept the sonograms and kept a note of what I was told. I might have considered adoption but I needed to know.” He smirked a little. Her obsessive nature made her need to know.

“I was packing some things up when I first felt her move. I loved the feeling of it. It scared me at first but she was letting me know that she was there, as if she wanted me. That was what made me start to reconsider. I was 50/50 when I left. Having time away allowed me to think of what I wanted to do.” She watched him gently nodding through this, taking it all in. he said he wanted to know but he probably didn’t need to know this much detail. It was something that she hadn’t told anyone, not the full explanation.

“It was the middle of the night when she first kicked. I couldn’t sleep from discomfort – I needed a new mattress so being awake let me feel it. I’d almost completely decided by then but everything after the next sonogram was definite.” She looked at him, straight in the eyes wondering what he was thinking.

“In the beginning I regret that it happened. I’m not sure if I regret it now but I definitely wouldn’t change it.” He nodded; her daughter was the reason why.

“Mommy?” The small voice that peaked into the room cut off any questions that he had and any further explanation that she had.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping.” The little girl padded into the room, her feet covered by her soft pyjamas.

“Can’t sleep. Too loud.” Cuddy smiled a little and picked the girl up as she walked over.

“Sorry baby.” She kissed the little girls head and brushed her hand through her soft brown curls. Cate wouldn’t leave now until her mom came with her to tuck her back in, Cuddy knew that better than anything else. She pulled the girl closer onto her knees and covered them both back up with the small blanket that she’d brought with her, waiting for her to fall asleep.

“She looks like you.” His voice was softer and barely distracted Cuddy from the girl. She lifted her head up and blushed slightly.

“Your eyes.” He shook his head.

“They’re grey-blue like yours. There’s nothing of me there.” She smiled a little.

“I’d say cheekiness but I think every 3-year-old does that.” He smiled a little and nodded, standing up from where he was sat.

“I was wrong Cuddy.” He called out to her as he left the room. “You’re a great mother.” She brushed Cate’s curls again as she heard the door click behind him, his simple words drawing her back to something from long ago. It seemed longer ago than it actually was but it was simpler than that and he now knew it.

FY - Chapter 3

Partypants — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 04:22:50 CDT

The knock on her office door distracted her slightly. She was packing a few things away into some boxes, neatening up her office for the next few months.

“Hey.” She smiled at Wilson, inviting him in as she tried to take a short break.

“I heard you were leaving.” She nodded.

“Just for a bit. There’s some stuff with my family so I…” He nodded, understanding.

“I recommended you to the board for while I’m away. I’m still going to be working but someone needs to be here.” He frowned a little but nodded. He was her friend and she’d always thought that he worked hard and cared, she didn’t doubt that he wouldn’t be able to do the job.

“Thanks.” She smiled briefly, moving a few things around.

He grabbed her as she walked past, stopping her in her tracks. She seemed panicky and in a bit of a daze, as if she was rushing.

“What’s going on?” She paused and sighed, biting her bottom lip in a hesitation to answer.

“Just family stuff.” It was more than that and he could tell. She’d had ‘family stuff’ before but it had never caused her to act like this.

“Lisa, what is it?” She put the files she was moving back onto her desk and leaned against it slightly.

“It’s… I didn’t tell the board everything.” He frowned.

“You… lied to them?” She nodded. “If they find out…”

”They won’t.” She quickly cut him off. She was determined for them not to know, she was leaving so that they wouldn’t know.

“They don’t need to know. Something’s happened and I just need to get away.” More like it happened 19 weeks ago but…

“Lisa…” He could see her hesitation and wanted to help her. He was her friend and he hated seeing something bothering her.

She closed her eyes and rubbed her head slightly. She knew she could trust him but if he did accidentally tell anyone then it would come back on her, badly.

“I’m… pregnant.” He smiled at her and she cringed slightly.

“That’s… that’s great. How far?” She relaxed a little. She’d been panicking over the whole ordeal for weeks. This was one of the first times that she’d actually relaxed about it.

“19 weeks.” He seemed a little surprised that she was that far without anyone noticing.

“That is… how have you kept it quiet?” She smiled a little. Hiding it had actually been quite easy, easier than she’d expected anyway.

“I’m in my office most of the day.” He nodded, now knowing how.

“How long are you going to be gone?”

”I… I don’t know. There’s a lot I’ve got to think about and… you’ll be fine.” He nodded, trying to believe her. He was slightly confused but he figured that she would be more.

She moved from her desk and stepped around it, quickly writing something on a sticky note before handing it to Wilson.

“That’s where I’m staying temporarily, just in case you need it.” He folded it up and put it in his pocket, nodding slightly. “Don’t… don’t let anyone else know.” He nodded again.

“I’ll miss you.” She smiled slightly and nodded back.

”Yeah.” She knew that she’d miss the hospital, miss being around it but she needed to get away. She needed to rethink what she was going to now. Things had been fine and then effectively complicated – she needed this time away.

She hadn’t been sure what would happen when she was away, or what would happen when she got back. She’d moved back 5 months after the birth and had been unsure of what to do. She’d loved spending time with her daughter. She was able to be a mother as well as work but she knew that that would change, that she couldn’t do that now. She never took her to work. She didn’t want anyone to know, she didn’t feel like they needed to. There’d also been another reason for her to not bring her daughter to the hospital. House was there, if she had then he’d know and that was what she didn’t want. She was happy and comfortable with the way things were, she didn’t need him complicating it anymore than he already had.

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“You knew!” He seemed unfazed from House barging into his office. From all of the years that he’d known him he’d learned to deal with the unexpected and brash interruptions.

“Yes I did. What are we talking about?” House rolled his eyes.

“Cuddy’s kid.” Wilson finally looked up, frowning.

“How do you know?”

“That’s not the point. You should have told me.”

”She asked me not to tell anyone. Why are you so interested?”

”Because she’s….” House cut off abruptly but not quickly enough.

“Cate’s yours?”

”Who?” Wilson sighed.

“Caitlyn, Cuddy’s daughter.” House nodded somewhat, slightly reluctantly.

“How, that would’ve been after…”

”Yeah, yeah. That’s not important.” Wilson smirked a little. “What?”

”It’s interesting how she didn’t tell you.”

”No, it’s not.” Wilson gave a ‘yeah right’ nod.

“What do you know?” House sighed, sitting down on the couch.

“4 years ago we had sex. She found out a few weeks later, made it this big secret and moved away to go have the brat.”

“Do you know why?” House rolled his eyes, asking why he’d care.

“She moved away because she didn’t want people to know, especially you. She didn’t want people to know it was you. She told me because I was concerned – I didn’t ask who.” House still seemed uninterested by this.

“She was going to have it adopted. By the time she moved the baby had just started moving and she got attached, she felt motherly and it felt right. There was nothing to do with you in her decision, it was probably why she didn’t tell you.”

”Got the lecture over with? I got some porn I need to watch.” Wilson sighed.

“Go see her House, and don’t make her feel guilty.”

”Right mom.”

FY - Chapter 2

Partypants — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 04:22:19 CDT

A file slammed down on her desk a few days later. She’d been trying to avoid House since his latest case had come in. someone that she’d known for a long time had fallen ill and he’d been holding it against her. She jumped as the file slammed down, wondering what the hell it was.

Flicking open the cover she soon found out what. She stared in disbelief at them, slowly flicking through the folder. She knew exactly what they were but she didn’t know why he’d have them.

“Where did you get this?” She eventually closed the folder, hoping he hadn’t done what she was expecting to hear. His face stared at her angered, disbelieving that she’d actually kept this from him.

“Your home. You…” She had expected it and she hated it all the more for it actually being true. She didn’t approve of him breaking into his patient’s home but this was worse – he had no ground or moral reason for doing so.

“You broke into my house? You had no right…”

”Patient got sick there, might have been something.” She glared at him and leaned back in her chair.

“You kept this from me?”

”I didn’t feel that you needed to know.”

“You… like hell I don’t need to know. She’s…”

”Who says? Do you think that my sex life stops just because I slept with you?” He rolled his eyes.

“You broke up with your boyfriend weeks before you slept with me. Doubtful you’d have time to find anyone else in that timescale and actually fall in love and do the deed.” She sighed. He was right and she hated to admit it.

“I didn’t want you do know.” House pierced her with a glare that could have matched hers but she seemed unfazed by it. She’d had this argument with herself 4 years ago, it was a bit late for him to try and guilt her into it.

“She’s my…”

”Mine, not yours. You’re playing no part in this.” He turned away from her and paced her office, to the door and back to her desk before slamming his cane down.

“It’s a bit late for that.” She rolled her eyes. Obviously it was a bit late. It had been a bit late to start off with and even 4 years ago but it didn’t deter him.

“Why?”

”I didn’t want you there.”

”Why?”

“You really think it would have gone well? You could even bloody well sort yourself out and that’s the reason that we’re arguing about this now.”

”I had a right…”

”It was my choice.” He stormed out of her office at her last words, leaving her with the folder of pictures that he’d stolen from her home. She was more pissed that he was questioning her judgement than the fact that he’d broken into her home. She also knew that this wasn’t over, that it had barely even begun.

She sighed as she picked up the phone, dialling a familiar number. The person who she called had been surprised to hear from her, wondering if everything was ok. She reassured them that it was, she just wanted to check in and see how she was doing.

The call comforted her slightly but she was still unsure about what House would do or where he’d go from today. She really hoped that he wouldn’t do anything but she knew that that wouldn’t be the case.

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He’d come back the next day wanting to properly out, to want to know why she hadn’t told him. He tried to sit and listen without interrupting but occasionally found it a little hard.

“What do you want me to say? You were there.” He snorted.

“Just at the beginning.” She had to give him that.

“I left the next morning because I didn’t know how you’d be. I found out a few weeks later when I was late.” She could still remember how she’d reacted once she’d found out. She hadn’t been sure what to think, whether to actually be happy or not – she doubted that.

The Dean of Medicine had slept with someone that she planned to employ. If people actually found out they’d wonder if that was how she employed people, if that was who she really was. No one found though. She’d gone to a Clinic in town for her appointments and hadn’t needed medical attention for the duration of her pregnancy.

“I left before it got obvious. I told the board that something had happened with my family.” He nodded, remembering that. He hadn’t known that she’d left until a few days into her absence – Wilson had been the one to tell him.

“Why keep it?”

”I… I wasn’t sure if I wanted to but I couldn’t have aborted it, it wouldn’t have hung right with me.” He nodded, knowing that it probably hadn’t have been something that she wanted to do.

“Why keep it afterwards.” She smiled a little. In the beginning she’d seriously thought about having the baby adopted but the further along in her pregnancy she got the more she wanted to keep it.

“I kind of became attached. I loved the feeling, the little movements inside of me and afterwards… it just felt right, I couldn’t have given her away then.” He nodded, not sure he wanted to really know it in detail. He was surprised that he’d managed to keep level headed, though nothing had really wandered onto him yet.

“Where did you go?”

”I stayed with my brother in New York. I left at 19 weeks, just before it became completely obvious. I wasn’t sure how long I was going to be gone.”

”You were gone nearly a year.” She nodded.

“I was still working, having papers faxed over. If not then they’d probably have fired and replaced me.” He grinned a little and nodded, knowing that nothing would be able to keep her from working.

“Why… why not tell me?” She shrugged slightly. She had a few reasons but him compared to now was like 2 different people.

“It was complicated. You practically hated me and I didn’t want to put a child in that. When I left I was only just starting to talk myself out of adoption. It wouldn’t have worked.”

”You could have given me a chance. I should have known, I might not have done anything to stop you.”

”That’s kind of the point. If you have a child with someone they’re supposed to care or want to be involved. I knew that you couldn’t do that so I figured that you didn’t need to know.”

”But…” His argument was pointless and futile, he wouldn’t be able to win no matter how many times he phrased the same question.

“I made my choice 4 years ago. I can’t change it now.” He nodded. He had more ideas of what to say yesterday than today, though yesterday he was angrier.

He wondered if she actually wanted anything from him. Did she expect him to care or want to know her? If she was expecting anything then she was in for a great big disappointment. He’d never been interested in children and just because he’d had one 4 years ago didn’t make a difference now.

C8 - Wednesday 29th November

Partypants — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 04:20:47 CDT

James had taken her back home when she’d asked, the growing crowd starting to make her a little too nervous and it showed – she’d been relieved when he’d been the one to suggest going back home, glad that he’d been able to notice it. He kept her company since House was still out, attempting to subtly leave to let them have their privacy – his words lingered in her mind once he’d gone, noticing the half-comforting and half-curious glance from House.

“I’m not gonna bite.” Cuddy smiled a little too either emphasise her point or to just show him that she could – it felt good regardless.

“Have fun with Wilson?” She nodded slowly, smiling a little before curling one leg under her to give him space to sit down.

“It was nice to be outside...felt like it should.”

“Good, I’m glad.” She glanced up at him before indicating to the seat next to her, jumping a little when he slid her legs onto his. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be, it just tickled a little.” House laughed a little at her, slipping his hand over her foot to tickle her again. Cuddy just smiled a little, jerking her foot away from his touch when she couldn’t bear the tickling.

“That’s mean.”

“It’s fun.” Cuddy rolled her eyes at him, contemplating curling her leg underneath her again, though the other would still be vulnerable to his touch.

“Where did you go?”

“The park. The one close-by.” House nodded, unsure what to say, wanting to ask to satisfy his own curiosity and to maybe help but not sure if he could.

“I miss you.” Cuddy smiled a little, nodding in agreement. She knew what he’d meant and she missed him too.

“James said that I should take it slow. Getting my life back I mean. I guess that means us too.”

“I don’t want to hurt you L- Cuddy.”

“You won’t; things you say might hurt but it’s not intentional. And Lisa is my name right?” House smiled as she used his own point back at him, against her.

“Take it slow.” Lisa nodded, sliding her legs onto the floor to shuffle up to sit with him. Even just sitting with him holding her was enough for now, she just missed the comfort.

“Think I can go without the bandage?” Lisa held her wrist up, her fingers close by as if she wanted to pull it off. The one on her ankle she still needed for support, and probably this one too, but to her it was if she was taking away some of the fear and coming to terms with it.

“If you’re ready; you’ve never looked underneath.”

“You’ve always changed it, and cleaned up my cuts.”

“It’ll look better now at least – it did yesterday.” Lisa nodded, holding her wrist out to him.

“Go on then, let me see the damage.” House looked down at her before taking her arm in his hand, slowly rolling the bandage down. Lisa shut her eyes as she winced a little, wriggling in his arms a little.

“Sorry.” He held her close to him to try and ease her pain a little.

“We probably should have drugged me first.” House laughed a little at her, resting his head against hers as he eased the bandage off a little more slowly, nudging her to make her open her eyes as he let go of her arm.

“That wasn’t too bad.” Lisa nodded, turning her hand over as she looked at the now lighter bruise – it had probably been a nicer colour when it was darker. “How does it feel?”

“Sore still, pretty painful.”

“That means that you probably still need this.”

“I guess. I’ll see what it’s like for a few hours first.” House nodded, carefully running his finger over her wrist, smiling a little as she didn’t jerk it away – it wasn’t too painful then.

“What do you want to do tomorrow?”

“Maybe go out again?” Lisa looked up at him. “I just want to get out of here.”

“How about we take a walk to mine? Stay for a few days for a change of scenery.”

“And your piano.”

“And TiVo.” Lisa laughed a little and nodded. He’d be content with his TiVo, and being back at home, and she’d just be with him – and get him to play.
James had taken her back home when she’d asked, the growing crowd starting to make her a little too nervous and it showed – she’d been relieved when he’d been the one to suggest going back home, glad that he’d been able to notice it. He kept her company since House was still out, attempting to subtly leave to let them have their privacy – his words lingered in her mind once he’d gone, noticing the half-comforting and half-curious glance from House.

“I’m not gonna bite.” Cuddy smiled a little too either emphasise her point or to just show him that she could – it felt good regardless.

“Have fun with Wilson?” She nodded slowly, smiling a little before curling one leg under her to give him space to sit down.

“It was nice to be outside...felt like it should.”

“Good, I’m glad.” She glanced up at him before indicating to the seat next to her, jumping a little when he slid her legs onto his. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be, it just tickled a little.” House laughed a little at her, slipping his hand over her foot to tickle her again. Cuddy just smiled a little, jerking her foot away from his touch when she couldn’t bear the tickling.

“That’s mean.”

“It’s fun.” Cuddy rolled her eyes at him, contemplating curling her leg underneath her again, though the other would still be vulnerable to his touch.

“Where did you go?”

“The park. The one close-by.” House nodded, unsure what to say, wanting to ask to satisfy his own curiosity and to maybe help but not sure if he could.

“I miss you.” Cuddy smiled a little, nodding in agreement. She knew what he’d meant and she missed him too.

“James said that I should take it slow. Getting my life back I mean. I guess that means us too.”

“I don’t want to hurt you L- Cuddy.”

“You won’t; things you say might hurt but it’s not intentional. And Lisa is my name right?” House smiled as she used his own point back at him, against her.

“Take it slow.” Lisa nodded, sliding her legs onto the floor to shuffle up to sit with him. Even just sitting with him holding her was enough for now, she just missed the comfort.

“Think I can go without the bandage?” Lisa held her wrist up, her fingers close by as if she wanted to pull it off. The one on her ankle she still needed for support, and probably this one too, but to her it was if she was taking away some of the fear and coming to terms with it.

“If you’re ready; you’ve never looked underneath.”

“You’ve always changed it, and cleaned up my cuts.”

“It’ll look better now at least – it did yesterday.” Lisa nodded, holding her wrist out to him.

“Go on then, let me see the damage.” House looked down at her before taking her arm in his hand, slowly rolling the bandage down. Lisa shut her eyes as she winced a little, wriggling in his arms a little.

“Sorry.” He held her close to him to try and ease her pain a little.

“We probably should have drugged me first.” House laughed a little at her, resting his head against hers as he eased the bandage off a little more slowly, nudging her to make her open her eyes as he let go of her arm.

“That wasn’t too bad.” Lisa nodded, turning her hand over as she looked at the now lighter bruise – it had probably been a nicer colour when it was darker. “How does it feel?”

“Sore still, pretty painful.”

“That means that you probably still need this.”

“I guess. I’ll see what it’s like for a few hours first.” House nodded, carefully running his finger over her wrist, smiling a little as she didn’t jerk it away – it wasn’t too painful then.

“What do you want to do tomorrow?”

“Maybe go out again?” Lisa looked up at him. “I just want to get out of here.”

“How about we take a walk to mine? Stay for a few days for a change of scenery.”

“And your piano.”

“And TiVo.” Lisa laughed a little and nodded. He’d be content with his TiVo, and being back at home, and she’d just be with him – and get him to play.

BoH - Chapter 13

Partypants — Wed, 12 Mar 2008 17:04:04 CDT

He knew that finding someone else sleeping in his bed would be strange, but expecting someone there and then them not being there was even stranger. He patted the side of the bed where Cuddy was supposed to be and frowned when she wasn’t there. He groaned for at least five minutes after popping his meds, heavily balancing on his cane as he waited for the ache to subside – he hated the mornings for that reason alone.

He managed to find Cuddy on his morning coffee route; it wasn’t really hard since she was in the path. She’d sat herself on the floor of the living room, resting her back against the wall – the couch was probably comfier. She glared at him slightly when she saw him – he looked refreshed and she hated it.

“Bad night?” She glared at him again, watching as he hobbled over to her. He handed her his cane which caused her to look confused – he doubted that he could pull her up from where she was sat, and she didn’t look too comfortable either.

“What do you think?” She pushed herself up with his cane before storming away from him. He was curious how she could be so pissed this early – a few weeks ago he’d wondered how she could be so euphoric… mood swings.

He ignored his coffee, doubting she’d want it around, and followed her to the couch, sitting across from her.

“What is it?” He knew that her irritability was caused by her lack of sleep and not her hormones – but they probably were connected somewhere along the way. She shrugged, not bothering to answer.

“Cuddy.” His voice was a little sterner, causing her to look back to him in slight surprise – he was very persuasive when he wanted to be.

“Couldn’t sleep.” Her voice sounded calmer but he doubted that she was.

“Did I wake you?” She shook her head – she’d been awake for most of the night and had eventually gotten up a few hours ago.

“Too much on my mind.” She shrugged a little – he knew what that meant. “Just couldn’t sleep.” He nodded. He wanted to advise her but he thought better of it – he didn’t want her to think that he was soft, or being caring – even though he was.

He knew what time it was without having to look – it was too early for him to be up, it was far too early for her to be up – she needed to sleep. He knew that soon it would be harder for her to sleep which was why she needed it now. He glanced back to her, his eyes briefly wandering over her stomach before he spoke,

“Get some more sleep – you’ve got a few hours.” To his amazement she nodded, not even bothering to fight him on it – she was probably a lot more tired than he’d realised. He watched as she walked away from him and out of the room – he’d let her have the whole bed, he wasn’t that tired anymore.

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He’d woken her up a few hours later. He hadn’t wanted to, she was peacefully sleeping, but she’d be pissed at him if he didn’t – she was devoted to her job. He’d been working the Clinic for the better part of the day, he didn’t have a patient and he knew that she’d send him down anyway so he went – he had hours to make up, that was his excuse.

To his own amazement, as well as her own, he actually saw patients. She’d come in to check on him, to see it with her own eyes, and had smiled – it cheered her up a little, from yesterday and that morning. He’d smiled when she had, glad that he could still do so – her eyes told more than her smile did and he nodded, accepting it as well as happy at the fact – she’d calmed a little and had relaxed, sleep and this had helped.

House hadn’t had chance to see Cuddy anytime during the day. He’d made it a little ‘habit’ during the beginning of her pregnancy and he hadn’t really stopped it – he had different reasons for doing so now though.

Wilson had ended up taking him for lunch, Cuddy had actually gone out for lunch, and he’d done more Clinic afterwards. He hadn’t really noticed her for most of the day – she’d not been in her office. He’d found out from Wilson that there’d been a few Donor meetings as well as Board meetings.

House hadn’t been happy, he’d been occupied with no friends or puzzles all day – he’d have to get Cuddy back for that… somehow. He wasn’t that bothered though, it wasn’t her fault or problem just his misfortune. His good luck though was cheering her up for the day – doing that last night and this morning had given her a positive attitude and mind for her meetings, though no doubt she’d still be bored out of her brain.

He managed to make a little trip to his office later in the day, vowing that he’d done enough Clinic hours for the week after that day. His team wasn’t around, probably off helping elsewhere, and Wilson was in another meeting – it gave him chance to just think.

House hadn’t really realised how close the wedding actually was; though he didn’t have to worry about it like Wilson. 7 weeks to go until this next poor lady became Mrs. Wilson number 4 – hopefully she’d have a better run of things than the previous three.

He still hadn’t written his speech yet – Wilson should have known by now that he hated writing them, and that they usually sucked. Wilson would bug him about it, so would Cuddy, and Cameron definitely wouldn’t write it either – it wouldn’t sound like him if she did. He still reasoned that he didn’t know the new bride-to-be either – he decided to enlist Cuddy’s help for that, she knew her.

He shrugged and sighed – if it meant spending more time with her then he didn’t care. At 15 weeks she was glowing even more visible and she was starting to show more signs of the pregnancy, some of which were funny. He liked being around her regardless – especially when she was happy. He knew exactly what had made him do this – it wasn’t just for her.

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The rain had been pouring all day, which hadn’t helped his mood, it didn’t seem to cheer Cuddy up either – she usually loved when it rained. The bad weather affected their already bad days, pounding against everything that it could hit. Today Lisa Cuddy despised the rain and everyone that knew her knew it – him especially.

He’d tried to cheer her up to no avail, making jokes made her mood seem worse and he was curious. Nothing was different except her mood – which was the reason he’d given to going to see her.

She’d glared at him when she’d opened the door – she didn’t particularly want to be alone but she didn’t want him there either – she’d rather have been alone.

He didn’t bother to say anything or make any jokes; he just followed her in. She hadn’t complained at him doing so, she’d just ignored him. She’d been in the kitchen cooking, just ignoring him while she sliced and diced. He took the next poor victim from her and helped, finely slicing it – he may never cook but it didn’t mean that he couldn’t.

She’d seemed surprised at his help but had shrugged, ignoring it – she wasn’t going to feed him so his help just quickened her job.

“Want to know why I’m here?” She just shrugged again. He was curious why she hadn’t asked, why she’d ignored him since he’d arrived – he hadn’t actually done anything for once.

“You’re pissy.” She looked at him with an arched brow, curious at what he was getting at.

“You hate the rain.” She shrugged. He’d learned many years ago that she loved the rain but it just didn’t appeal to her now.

“That’s why you’re not crying in it – usually you would be.” Her glare hardened a little as he hit a chord.

“What the hell do you want?” Any option or thought of cooking had been quickly discarded – damn him, it’d been relaxing. He shrugged but she knew that wasn’t it – he had a reason, he was just avoiding it.

She placed her hand on top of his as she took the knife from him, effectively stopping him from slicing.

“House…” Her voice poked at him again, a little softer and a little calmer – he knew she was just as pissed.

“I’m sorry and… I didn’t help earlier.” She nodded, knowing that that was very true.

“Why are you here?” He shrugged but smiled slightly, not letting her get that answer that easily.

JON - Chapter 9

Partypants — Wed, 12 Mar 2008 12:19:45 CDT

Greg kissed Lisa’s head as he stood up from the couch, glancing back at her as she cradled Nick in her arms. Greg turns his attention back to the door as he opens it, his eyes widening a little as he sees his parents behind it. ‘Oh shit.’ Is all that he thinks.

“Oh Greg dear you need a shave.” He smiles a little at his mom, opening the door wider for his parents.

“It’s great to see you both. What are you doing here?” His mom smiles.

“We were in town so we thought we’d visit. This place is gorgeous Greg.” He smiled back at her and nodded. He’d given them the address when he’d moved but they never travelled much so he hadn’t had to worry about them coming and visiting.

“Greg?” Lisa’s voice fluttered through the hallway. He turned around and saw her stood at the end of the hallway, watching as Nick tried to grab her hair – she’d had it cut to stop him pulling it.

“Greg?” His mom asked, drawing his attention back to them. “I didn’t realise you had someone over.” She missed the sight of the baby until Lisa walked closer, cooing a little as she saw him.

“Hi.” Lisa smiled at them, shifting Nick a little as he kicked. He seemed to recognise that there were extra people in the room, opening his bright eyes to look at them before cooing a little.

“This is Lisa.” She smiled up at them, lifting her attention from Nick momentarily.

“Greg... whose baby is that?” Lisa looked to Greg slightly in surprise. She wasn’t sure what, if anything, he’d told his parents and she hadn’t asked – they were getting through it on their own.

“Ours.” Greg’s mom looked at him in shock and opened her mouth to say something before being unable to find the words. She watched as something sparked in his dad before looking back at him.

“I’m gonna go put him down.” He nodded and smiled as she headed back down the hallway before hearing her footsteps climb the stairs.

“Greg?” Greg turned back to them before indicating to the other room.

“Can I get you a drink?”

Greg almost bumped into Lisa as she walked back downstairs, taking one of the drinks from him as they walked back into the other room. Blythe smiled up at Lisa as she handed her a drink and thanked her. She watched as Greg pulled Lisa close to him, keeping his arm wrapped around her.

“How long have you been together?”

“Just over a year.” Lisa smiled a little and nodded.

“And... the baby?” This time Lisa answered.

“He’s called Nick. He’s 6 months.” She watched as Blythe thought before speaking again.

“You weren’t together when he was conceived?” Lisa shook her head and looked back up at Greg.

“We were as good as, it just wasn’t exactly official.” Lisa smiled a little.

“How could you do that to him?” Lisa frowned a little and turned her head back to his parents, glancing at his father who’d finally spoken.

“We did this together.” She heard Greg softly sigh as if he’d expected something like this – maybe that was why he hadn’t told his parents.

“This could ruin his career, he-“ Blythe quickly cut him off.

“John.” She warned. “How old are you Lisa?”

“I turned 20 in May.” Blythe nodded. “I just finished my Sophomore year of pre-med.” That made Blythe smile a little but John still wasn’t happy.

“You’re a kid! He’s getting ready to find a job and you’re stopping him from doing what he wants.” Greg tightened his arm around Lisa’s waist as if to protect her from the comments.

“I want to be with her. I love her and I love our baby – I was the one who told her that I wanted to be with her.” He kissed her head softly as he felt her tremble a little under his arm – the comments had hurt her a little.

“Go check on Nick.” He whispered to her. She nodded and stood up from the couch, knowing that he’d rather talk to his parents without her there if his father was going to be cruel. He waited until he’d heard her walk upstairs before talking.

“I love her and I don’t care what you say. She loves me and we’ve made this work – she didn’t believe it would be it has.” Blythe smiled at Greg, loving how determined he was – he’d been determined to make it work with Lisa.

“I’m happy for you Greg.” He smiled a little at his mom. “I just wish that you’d told me.” He nodded, understanding.

“Everything went quickly. I knew you’d want to visit if I did and I just... I don’t know.” She nodded, standing up and hugging Greg as she walked over.

“I’ll let you get back to Lisa. We’re in town for a few days Greg, it’d be nice to see you.” He nodded and kissed her cheek, walking them to the door.

“I’ll see what Lisa says and when we’re free.” His mom nodded, smiling as she stepped out of the door. He sighed a little and leaned against it, looking back up as Lisa wrapped her arms around him.

“I thought you were upstairs.” She smiled a little.

“I came down for a drink and saw you too there.” He kissed her hair softly and led her back upstairs after letting her get a drink.

“Everything’s gonna be great Lise. You, me and Nick.” She nodded and kissed him.

“I don’t care what he says, just you. It will be great.”

JON - Chapter 8

Partypants — Wed, 12 Mar 2008 12:15:49 CDT

He watched as he saw her rub her belly a little firmer than he’d ever seen before but he didn’t say anything, letting her curl against him as she sat with him. The past few weeks had been harder on her the further along she got in the pregnancy and he supposed that that was why. She’d been in more pain and had needed to pee more, she also hadn’t felt like having sex as much but he didn’t blame her – her larger belly made it awkward but they found some way around it. She grabbed his hand and placed it on top of his as she rubbed, letting him rub a little too.

“You ok?” She nodded slowly and looked up at him.

“Just hurts a little more.” He kissed her hair and rest his chin on her head.

“Not long left baby – you’ll feel better then.” She smiled and nodded again, closing her eyes a little. She moved quickly and opened her eyes again, her hand hovering over her belly but not rubbing. His hand fell to her waist and he looked up at her as she moved, watching her expression quickly change.

“What was it?”

“I...” She thought a little. “Painful. Really sharp and just painful.” He kissed her belly lightly before looking up at her.

“He’s all cramped up in there baby.” She nodded and entwined her fingers in his.

“I guess.... it’s just never felt like that before.” He kissed her cheek lightly.

“He’s just very awake today.” She nodded again and smiled, laying back against him.

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“Greg...” She looked over the back of the couch, rubbing her belly again as he walked back through with a drink.

“What is it baby?” He placed the drinks down and wrapped his arms around her, placing his hands on her belly.

“I felt it again. He’s been kicking but it didn’t feel like that.” He looked at her, watching her hands before back at her face, watching as her expression changed to one full of pain.

“Lise...” She looked back up at him.

“Greg... I think I’m having contractions.” He looked at her in shock.

“Are... are you sure?” She nodded and shifted slowly, standing up from the couch. “I... I’m gonna call the hospital.”

“What about your car?” He shook his head.

“Still in repair.” She sighed and nodded.

“I’m gonna go get dressed then.” He nodded, picking the phone up and following her. He let her get dressed whilst he pulled the bag out from its hiding place, sighing as no one picked up. He walked into the bathroom where she was changing, watching as she pulled her hair out of her top.

“No one’s answering.” She turned around a little shocked.

“What are we gonna do?” He shook his head with a sigh.

“Keep calling I guess.” She nodded and smiled, placing her hand over her belly as he walked away to let her finish dressing.

“Greg!” She called out in panic as he reached the stairs. He stepped back a little to look at her. “My water just broke.”

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Lisa gasped as a contraction surged through her, her head falling back against whatever she was leaning against as she tried to scrunch herself up. She cried out a little as it hit her, trying to push Greg away from her as he brushed her hair from her face.

“I hate you.” He shook his head, moving her hair back as he tried to calm her a little.

“Lise, you gotta listen to me if you want the baby safe.” She shook her head as she tried to fight her body, letting herself rest half against him and half against the back of the seat.

“Lisa this is happening – we can’t stop it.” She mumbled something as she shook her head, shutting her eyes as she tried to scrunch up even tighter.

“Lisa Cuddy unscrunch!” Lisa complained a little inaudibly, slowly looking back at him before pushing her legs down. She breathed heavily once they were stretched out, masses of fear and panic in her eyes.

“I’m scared.” She whispered, watching him a little as she tried to ignore the pain and labour.

“Hey baby, everything’s gonna be fine.” She shook her head quickly.

“He’s early.” He ran his thumb over her cheek, holding her as she tried to scrunch again.

“Only by a 6 weeks Lise – he’s gonna be fine.” She nodded slowly and breathed deeply.

“How long did they say?” He kissed her head softly to calm her.

“20 minutes but it depends on the roads.” She nodded again. “I called your doctor too. She said she’d call back in a few minutes – she’s finishing up and then getting your chart.” He kissed her softly again as he brushed her hair back.

“Keep calm Lise – it’s better for you both.” She nodded and kept his hand firm in hers as he tried to stand up.

“Don’t leave me.” He shook his head slowly.

“I was just gonna get you something.” He stretched his legs out next to hers and squeezed her hand a little. “I’m right here baby.”

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“Greg!” She called out to him, her breaths short and forced. The estimate for the paramedics had been a little off, a little being over an hour, and her doctor hadn’t yet called back. He placed the towel he’d been getting on the chair behind her and sat back with her. She quickly grabbed his hand, letting herself fall against him, slapping him with her other hand.

“Wear a fucking condom next time.” He laughed softly and kissed her forehead, pulling her sticky hair away.

“You’d rather feel latex than me? Ms Cuddy really...” He quickly cleared his smirk as she glared at him, hitting him again.

“I’d rather not feel like this!” He kissed her softly again, laughing under his breath at her curses as he moved to get the phone. He passed her his hand back as he sat down, wincing as she squeezed it for effect.

“I am never sleeping with you again.” She spoke quickly, glaring again as he shook his head to answer the phone. He placed it on speakerphone so that she could listen – it would either be her doctor, who she could rant to, or someone else that she’d yell at for disturbing them through this.

“I didn’t think you’d still be here. How are you doing Lisa?” She glared up at the phone instead of at him, squeezing his hand again.

“Close to... killing someone.” Laura laughed softly but stopped as Lisa made a noise of insult at it.

“The paramedics still haven’t gotten here.” Laura sighed from down the phone, making a thinking noise before speaking again.

“How far has the labour gotten?” Greg frowned.

“Uh... what?” Laura sighed again.

“You need to check her dilation.” Lisa looked up at Greg before quickly back at the phone.

“He is not touching me.”

“Lisa he needs to do this so that you don’t push before you’re ready to. Greg, I presume you learned something about this.” Greg looked up at Lisa and kissed her head softly.

“Sorry baby – I need to do this.” She frowned unhappily and nodded, letting him help to move her. He checked before looking back up at Lisa, hating seeing her in pain.

“Pretty far, she’s about 7.” Laura nodded and thought again.

“You get taught how to deliver? Your baby will either be born here or on the way to the hospital if the paramedics make it.” Lisa looked at Greg with panicky eyes instead of angry ones, taking his hand for comfort as he sat back with her.

“I think I got it figured.” He squeezed her hand lightly and kissed her head, moving her hair from her face again.

“I’ll be here if you need me guys. I’d come out but I’m booked up all evening. Lisa make sure you don’t kill him – you need him to do this and your baby needs a father.” Greg laughed softly.

“That’s debateable.” She muttered but nodded anyway. “He’ll still be alive later.” Greg smiled, kissing her hair softly as he hung up the phone.

“Thanks doc.” She looked up at him in fear as he placed the phone away, holding her hand out to him.

“We really gotta do this?” He nodded, wrapping his arm around her waist and rubbing her belly softly.

“This is it – just me, you and the baby.” She nodded and smiled a little.

“Okay... guess we gotta.” He smiled and took his arm from her waist.

“Wanna go for a walk? Try and speed it along?” She nodded and let him pull her up.

“If it’s been this quick already then...” He nodded, kissing her softly as she walked.

“Not too long left baby.” He rubbed her belly softly as she stopped walking, taking her hand in his as a contraction passed. He held her close, moving his hand from her belly to her lower back as he rubbed. “Not too long left.”

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“Greg... get your hands where they’re supposed to be.” Greg looked up at her with a frown.

“They are.” He looked quickly back down again, running his thumb quickly over the baby’s head.

“The longer we leave this Lise the worse it’s gonna be.” She nodded, breathing deeply before pushing at her next contraction.

“Hey Lise... wait a min.” She opened her eyes to look at him, watching as his face was overcome with concentration. He shuffled his hands a little, easing out one shoulder before working on the other.

“Lise... he’s beautiful.” She smiled down at him, her head hanging a little as she breathed heavily. He caught her attention as he brought the baby up to her, placing him in her arms as he wrapped the blanket more securely around him.

“Look what we did.” She sleepily whispered. He grinned, wiping the towel over him before softly kissing her. He rubbed over his chest, smiling as he cried. “Hi baby.” Greg rubbed the baby’s head, glancing up into her eyes.

“I’m gonna call your doctor, let her know.” Lisa nodded – he’d also want to find out what to do next. Greg knelt next to her as he called, kissing their baby softly as he waited for her to answer.

“Hey baby. Are you a Nicky?” He laughed softly and hung the phone up.

“She’s not answering.” Lisa nodded and looked back down at him.

“I think he is.” He grinned.

“Mommy’s gonna be mean and call you a girl’s name but don’t worry, you’re not a girl.” Lisa laughed softly and shook her head.

“Because I love you baby.” She looked back at Greg and thought for a minute. “Call her again.” He nodded, standing up to sit on the arm of the chair, wrapping his arm around her waist. Lisa leaned against him a little, shifting Nick in her arms slightly as she waited for the phone – this time it answered.

JON - Chapter 7

Partypants — Wed, 12 Mar 2008 12:13:48 CDT

Lisa quickly hit the six month mark, spending the day relaxing with Greg, her latest scan and the little kicking of the baby. Greg had pulled the cushions off of the couch and lay them out on the floor for her, preferring that she lay on the cushions rather than the floor for her back.

He’d pushed her shirt up once she’d laid down, watching the little bumps appear on her stomach as Nick kicked her. He kissed the bumps as the appeared, laughing a little as he was kicked. He lay back down next to her, laying his arm over to her as he kissed her softly.

“You’re so beautiful.” She blushed a little and turned her head to him, ruffling his hair a little.

“Hey.” She placed her hand over his, poking at her belly through his fingers.

“Your bump is beautiful. You’re big and gorgeous.” She blushed again and looked away from him, not able to find anything to say.

“Hey Lise?” She looked back at him, shifting off the cushions to kiss him.

“Mmm?” He ran his fingers through his curls, flicking one at her nose.

“What you wanna do for your birthday?” She raised her eyes at him.

“Nothing.” He frowned and rolled onto his side, pulling her closer to him.

“You gotta do something.” She shook her head.

“No I don’t and I don’t wanna. I wanna spend the day with you and the baby doing absolutely nothing.” He pulled a sad face at her.

“Well that’s no fun.” She looked up at him in confusion.

“Why?” He laughed softly and kiss her.

“You’re gonna have to wait and see.”

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Greg wrapped his hands around Lisa’s waist, placing them on her belly as he sneaked up behind her. She jumped as she felt his touch but quickly laughed it off, turning her head to lightly kiss him.

“Good morning babe.” He grinned and kissed her back.

“Happy birthday Lise.” She rolled her eyes and put her head back down, pouring the water into her mug. He kissed her neck and pushed a mug to her. “How’s it feel?”

“Just like every other day.” She made his drink up and passed it to him, slowly turning around.

“Yeah but you’re not a teen anymore – you’re 20 now.” She nodded.

“I know. Doesn’t change anything.” He kissed her lightly and took her hand, leading her through to the other room.

“You still planning on doing nothing?” She nodded and sat herself next to him.

“Yep.” He grinned.

“Well I still plan on making you have fun.” She rolled her eyes and drank her tea.

“You ever gonna tell me what it is?” He grinned again and nodded.

“Finish your tea then follow me.” She smiled and drank a little more, placing her mug on the coffee table before letting him pull her up. He led her upstairs, pulling her into the bedroom. He placed his hand over her eyes, making sure that she kept her eyes shut as he walked around the bedroom.

“Greg...?” She heard him laugh, tempted to open one eye but she didn’t, knowing that he wouldn’t be happy if she did.

“Just wait baby.” She nodded, walking cautiously as he pulled her into the room. She stopped as she felt his pulling stop, smiling as he kissed her.

“Open your eyes.” She slowly opened her eyes, looking down at what he indicated.

“Greg...?” He smiled.

“I figured that that would be better for now. There’s bits and bobs – you stuff, baby stuff and us stuff. Open it.” She smiled and made him lift the box onto the bed, tugging at the bow before lifting the lid off. He watched her face as she smiled, grinning as she laughed at something she pulled out. She looked up at him, pulling him to her kiss.

“God I love you.” He grinned and kissed her deeper.

“Go to the bottom of the box.” She nodded, carefully and slowly lifting everything out, smiling at it and laughing at a few more things. He’d bought a few things for the baby, a few things for them and the majority for her. He watched as she fingered the material at the bottom of the box before slowly lifting it up. She let it fall over the side of the bed as she took it out of the box, looking at it in awe.

“Greg... it’s beautiful.” He grinned and kissed her cheek as he moved the box behind her.

“Glad you like it. You’re wearing it tonight.” She let the dress fold onto her legs as she looked across at him.

“And why would that be?” He grinned again and wrapped his arm around her.

“Because your birthday is special. I’m taking you out.” She smiled and nodded, kissing him softly before standing to hang the dress up.

“I really, really love you.” He grinned standing up as she walked back over to the bed, pulling her into a deep kiss.

“You’ll love me even more after tonight.” She laughed softly, picking a few things up off the bed before taking them into the baby’s room – she was impatient to see what tonight would be.

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She kissed him softly as she leaned against him, rubbing her belly lightly as she paused for a rest. He’d taken her out to a restaurant, letting her enjoy the evening entertainment before leading her into the other room. He pulled her into the middle of the room with him, watching her eyes as she saw everyone dancing, drinking and... doing stuff.

“I can’t do that.” She’d whispered to him. “I’m pregnant.” He’d laughed a little and pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arm around her waist as he slowly danced with her. She’d relented against his movements and had danced with him a little, letting him know when enough was enough. He let her sit down to rest and watch, planning to make her dance one last time before they left.

“You’re brilliant.” She whispered to him as she kissed him lightly. He grinned and tipped her head up to him, kissing her nose quickly.

“I told you that you’d like it.” She smiled and nodded.

“You did.” He pulled on her arm lightly.

“One last dance? I’ll let you go home after – you’re getting tired.” She laughed softly and nodded, letting him pull her up. She’d been slowly getting tired for most of the evening. She’d loved what he’d done for her but she’d be glad to get home and sleep all the same – for not doing nothing she’d love doing a lot.

JON - Chapter 6

Partypants — Wed, 12 Mar 2008 12:12:10 CDT

“Hey Greg?” He looked down to the floor at where she’d laid herself, watching as she rubbed her belly.

“What is it?” She looked up at him and frowned softly.

“Something feels weird.” He sat up quickly, putting his book down to move and sit with her.

“What is it Lise?” She took his hand and placed it over her belly.

“There.” He frowned.

“If its inside I’m not gonna be able to feel.”

“Oh...” She blushed a little.

“What’s it feel like?” She thought for a few minutes, shutting her eyes as she concentrated.

“Like... like a softer version of your tickling or something.” He grinned and kissed her belly.

“That would be him moving Lise.” She smiled, pushing his head up to put her hand back on her belly.

“I like it.” He laughed a little.

“You won’t be saying that in a few weeks when he’s kicking like hell.” She shrugged, pulling him to her so she could kiss him.

“I like it now.” He grinned before pouting a little.

“I wanna feel.” She nodded, figuring that he’d want to.

“You won’t be saying that in a few weeks when he’s kicking like hell.” He laughed again and kissed her.

“I think it’ll be good.” She smiled and placed her hand on his shoulder, trying to use him to pull herself up. He laughed as she failed slightly, taking her hand in his before grabbing her other. He stood up before pulling her up slowly.

“Come on you.” She kissed him softly once she’d gotten stood up before slipping away from him.

“Hey! Where you going? I was gonna do that for a little bit more.” She laughed softly and turned to him.

“Need to pee. Baby, expanding uterus, pressure on bladder...” He rolled his eyes and waved her off, sitting back on the couch. He looked up as she walked back through, swinging her legs so they were laid across his once she’d sat down.

“I’m gonna take you out for dinner tonight.” She smiled and nodded.

“Okay. Where are we going?” He grinned.

“Somewhere special so dress up.” She frowned a little.

“Yeah... the dresses I own now don’t fit and I didn’t buy one – I didn’t think we’d be going anywhere special.” He rolled his eyes before kissing her hair.

“Good job I planned in advance.” She looked up at him in confusion.

“What?” He grinned.

“I bought you a dress but no peeking till later.” She smiled and kissed him softly.

“God you’re good.” He laughed a little.

“I try.”

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Lisa laughed softly as she pulled Greg closer to her, resting against the door as she pulled him down into a deep kiss. The door acted as her balance as her tired body barely held her up.

“Tonight was... brilliant.” He grinned and kissed her again.

“I figured you needed some fun and a chance to relax. You like?” She nodded and kissed him again, holding onto him to keep herself up.

“A lot.” He grinned again, pulling out his keys to let them in before he had to carry her to bed – he wasn’t sure how well that would have gone. She slowly walked inside, keeping a hand against the wall as he locked the door before letting him lead her upstairs to bed.

“Shame that I’m tired... could’ve had some fun.” He laughed softly and kissed the top of her head as she stopped briefly.

“Morning baby – for now you’re sleeping.” She nodded and headed up the stairs, falling into Greg arms as he stopped her from instantly moving towards the bed.

“Undress first baby that dress is too good to sleep in.” She laughed softly and nodded, turning round to face him. She moved his hands from her hips to the middle of her thighs.

“Help me.” He nodded and kissed her softly, pushing her dress up slowly before pulling it over her head.

“Now go get ready for bed missy – and no falling asleep in the bathroom.” She laughed softly, walking away before returning a few minutes later, snuggling into bed next to him.

“Night baby.” She whispered into the pillow, smiling as he moved closer to her and wrapped an arm over her. He brushed her hair behind her ear and softly kissed her.

“Night Lise.”

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Lisa wriggled against his body, the water around them moving as she did. He laughed a little and pulled her back down, stopping her from moving before kissing her neck.

“Quit moving.” She looked up and kissed the underside of his jaw, pulling his head down to her. He picked up some of the bubbles in his hand and dropped them onto her nose. She tried to blow them away as the fell but she failed, causing them to fall onto her instead of just her nose.

“Child.” He grinned and kissed her neck again, tapping her nose with more bubbles. She laughed softly, running a wet bubbly hand through his hair.

“Two can play that game.” He grinned, moving his head back a little as she reached up again. She frowned when her hand missed his head and hit hers instead. She sat up a little from him and half turned her body to face him.

“Come here.” She whispered, turning round fully to face him. He moved forward a little to kiss her, pulling her down onto him as he moved back. She deepened the kiss and ran her fingers through his hair, slipping down over his body a little. He laughed and pulled her back up, securing an arm around her waist.

“Mmm wait a minute.” He looked down at her in confusion, pulling his arm away as she sat up.

“What is it?”She sat up straight and placed a hand over her belly. She rubbed softly, ignoring him as she thought.

“He moved.” She looked back up at him, moving back a little closer.

“He kicked?” She nodded, guiding his hand to where she’d felt it. He rubbed softly as he waiting, letting her lay back across him before rubbing again. “I felt it.” She smiled and turned her head to kiss his chest.

“That’s your son baby. Nick.” He tipped her head up to look at him.

“Nick?” She nodded, pulling his head down to hers.

“Nick. I didn’t think of anything for you to veto.” He laughed softly and kissed her.

“I told you so.” She nodded and placed her hand on top of his.

“That you did.”

JON - Chapter 5

Partypants — Wed, 12 Mar 2008 12:09:03 CDT

Greg had called his parents to see if they could help with getting him a place. He hadn’t told them about Lisa in the beginning and he didn’t now, if he did then they’d want to come over straight away to see her and then everything about the pregnancy would come out too – he didn’t want that.

His parents had managed to help him out, sending some money and some ideas of how to find a place. He’d looked around and shown Lisa the ones that he’d liked, happy that she’d agreed on one. He’d told her to let him sort it out, not letting her worry or stress about it, doing everything to find a home for them. When the deeds had been finalised he’d let her shop with him though they hadn’t needed to buy much – the house was already furnished.

He’d moved their stuff over in a few car trips, making sure that she wasn’t around – he had a few of his buddies helping and her being there wouldn’t have helped in the slightest. He’d let her unpack a little but hadn’t let her move any of the boxes when they’d been inside – mostly she’d been allowed to touch the clothes and that was about it.

The moving had taken a few hours by the time it was done. They’d lain out on the floor with some Chinese and a roaring fire, looking at the boxes piled in the living room. She’d lay across him, rolling over to curl around his side to kiss him softly.

“Love you.” He shifted to look at her a little, tipping her head up to kiss her.

“Love you too babe.” She smiled and moved away from him to curl a little closer to the fire. He laughed and pulled her back to him.

“You’ll burn yourself.” She shook her head and tried to wriggle away from him.

“Nice and warm.” He laughed, keeping his arm tight around her.

“Stay over here and I’ll warm you up.” She stopped wriggling to think briefly before curling against him again.

“You’re nice and warm too.” He grinned and kissed her softly, keeping his arm wrapped securely around her.

“Wanna go check out the bedroom?” Lisa laughed softly and nodded, letting him pull her up as he led her up to bed.

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It had taken a couple of weeks for them to finally finish unpacking due to College and the rate that they were actually unpacking at. Greg had wanted a party to settle them in but Lisa had refused – being pregnant meant that she wasn’t exactly much for partying. That had stopped Greg going ahead with it – he didn’t want a party if she wasn’t going to be there. Instead they’d settled in with a movie, a lot of chocolate and sex – it had been preferable for both of them, and a lot more enjoyable too.

“Hey Lise?” She opened one eye sleepily, slowly lifting her head up from his shoulder.

“Sleeping.” He kissed her cheek softly.

“Sorry babe. Go back to sleep, it doesn’t matter.” She kissed his shoulder as she put her head back down, easily falling back to sleep.

“Greg?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you coming with me tomorrow?” He nodded.

“Of course – when do I not?” She smiled and nodded. “Go to sleep Lise.” She nodded again, snuggling against his shoulder as she fell asleep.

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“Lise calm down.” He grabbed her hands to stop her from tapping them against her, squeezing them lightly. She smiled up at him.

“Sorry, just nervous.” He nodded and smiled back at her, wrapping his arm around her waist as he waited for her name to be called.

“You’ll be fine baby, just a check – ultrasound, weight... just the same as last month.” She nodded, already knowing that. She didn’t know why she was nervous she just didn’t really like being here – she wanted to be a doctor yet she hated being at the doctor’s – irony.

Her name was called shortly after, a nurse waiting for them to take them down to the room where her doctor was already waiting. Lisa smiled as she walked into the room, everything from last month quickly hitting her as she stood there.

“Hi. How are you feeling?” Her doctor smiled back, watching as Greg inched Lisa into the room a little more.

“Pretty good – just a few months left.”Her doctor nodded and indicated to the table.

“Just the same as last time and then you’re free.” Lisa smiled and sat herself down, squeezing Greg’s hand as he sat with her.

The appointment went quickly and smoothly, letting them leave fairly quickly. Lisa kept a hold of the picture despite Greg trying to take it from her, holding it in front of him to taunt him. He eventually managed to grab it from her, holding it above her head as she tried to get it back.

“That is so not fair!” He just laughed, kissing her softly before giving it back to her, pulling her down onto the couch with him. He tickled her waist lightly before holding her tight in his arms, rubbing her belly.

“He’ll move soon.” He nodded, kissing her as he kept his hands around her. Her belly was still quite small but that just made it seem even cuter – she was incredibly beautiful pregnant.

“Nick.” She looked up at him from the picture, barely able to take her gaze from it.

“What?”

“His name – Nick, or Nicholas.” Lisa smiled.

“I like that.” She hadn’t really thought much about names, she was too busy trying to sort out the hectic mayhem that was their lives. “Nick goes on the list.” He grinned, moving his head to kiss her belly.

“Hey Nick.” She laughed and pushed his head back up.

“It’s on the list babe, lemme think of something for you to veto first.” He grinned and kissed her, pulling her closer to him again.

“You watch – he’s gonna be Nick.”

JON - Chapter 4

Partypants — Wed, 12 Mar 2008 11:47:54 CDT

Lisa snuggled herself against the heat source known as Greg House, curving herself around him and laying her arm across. He was still asleep but she didn’t care, she could just easily lay there with him. She lifted her head from his chest briefly and kissed his cheek, kissing his nose and then his lips before laying her head back down. She looked back up as she felt him move a little under her, his arm wrapping more securely around her waist as he moved to look down at her.

“Morning beautiful.” She smiled and put her head back down.

“Hey baby. Did I wake you?” He shook his head.

“No but if you had that would have been a very nice wakeup call.” She smiled and shuffled up to his head a little more, kissing him more deeply.

“How’s that?” He growled a little and returned the kiss.

“Best wakeup call ever.” She smiled and ran her hand through his hair, ruffling his bed head a little. His hand slid up from her waist and trailed down her back, causing the sheet to slip down a little.

“You’re getting big.” She rolled her eyes a little.

“Pregnant babe – it happens.” He shook his head.

“I know that. I meant your breasts – they’re bigger than before.” She rolled her eyes again.

“Again – it happens.” He shook his head again.

“I meant bigger than like... a few days ago.” She frowned a little.

“You spend too much time paying attention to my breasts.” He grinned.

“Would you rather someone else did?” She shook her head.

“No. And I’d rather you paid attention to more important things than my breasts.” He grinned.

“Your breasts are important. You’re pregnant and I’m checking that everything’s okay.” He kissed her softly. “Plus they’re brilliant breasts.” She smiled and blushed a little.

“Thank you.” He grinned, shifting a little before rolling her onto her back as he straddled her.

“Good morning Mrs House.” She laughed softly and shook her head.

“I’m keeping my own name babe.” He pouted.

“Mine not good enough?” She shook her head.

“It’s good, I just want mine.” He shrugged a little, kissing her neck before trailing down to her breasts.

“Fair enough. So Ms Cuddy... got any plans for this morning?” She nodded.

“Yep. Figured I might pee first so get off me.” He laughed and tickled her lightly before moving, kissing her ass as she climbed from the bed.

“Any plans for after?” He called through to her.

“Um... maybe. Why, you gonna do that again?” He grinned.

“Get back here and I’ll decide.” She laughed softly, poking her head round the doorway a couple of minutes later.

“You want a shower?” He laughed a little back and climbed up from the bed, pushing her into the wall as she pulled him into the bathroom in a quick kiss. “Get in.” She whispered, making him walk backwards as her mouth stayed pressed against his.

“Why... Ms Cuddy.” She laughed into the kiss before pressing her finger to his lips.

“No talking.” She replaced her finger with her lips, effectively keeping him quiet. He didn’t complain he just used it to his advantage, teasing her immensely before pushing into her, driving her crazy as he pushed her close to the edge but stopped just before she fell over it.

“God you’re a fucking tease.” He grinned, quickly thrusting again as her nails clawed into him, thrusting a few more times before letting her crash down onto him, releasing himself as she came.

“But you love it.” He growled into her hair, kissing her hair before pushing her head up to kiss her again. She laughed softly as her breath returned, sliding her leg back down from him before looking behind him.

“Think you can wash my back without taking me?” He laughed quickly.

“I always loved a challenge.” She grinned and stepped past him, handing him what he needed.

“Let the games begin.”

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They’d returned to bed not long after, participating in rounds 2, 3 and what was the start of round 4. He loved the crazy lusting pregnancy hormones, loved the way she looked and the way she drove him absolutely crazy, just as she loved when he did it to her – they fit. They only moved from where they lay for food or if she needed to pee – the one bad thing was her ever expanding uterus putting pressure on her bladder, stopping her from having the fun she craved that day.

She fell back into his arms as she came back from the bathroom, squealing a little as he pulled her completed up onto his chest, keeping an arm under her knees as the other wrapped around her waist before sitting up a little, letting her sit in his arms.

“Shame we gotta go home tomorrow.” He nodded, kissing her neck before catching her lips as she turned her head to him.

“I can always bring you back here.” She smiled before thinking a little.

“Or... we could just do this at your place.” He shook his head which caused her to frown.

“Our place.” She smiled and nodded, laying her head against him. “You wanna move out?” She frowned a little.

“I just moved in.”

“I know but I doubt that a dorm room’s suitable for a baby.” She nodded slowly.

“Okay. Can we afford it?” He shrugged.

“We need to do it – guess we’ll have to see when we get home.” She nodded and kissed his shoulder.

“Okay.” He smiled and tipped her head up, catching her lips again before taking his arm out from under her knees.

“Get some sleep baby; we’ve got a long flight tomorrow.” She nodded and unhappily moved from him, smiling as he pulled her back onto him as he lay down.

“Love you.” He smiled and nodded.

“Love you too.”

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The flight home had been long and tedious and Lisa hadn’t appreciated the early morning wakeup call earlier – she still needed to sleep. He told her to sleep on the plane but she shook her head at that. She found it hard to sleep on places – they were uncomfortable as hell and she generally woke up pretty quickly anyway. He just let her lay in his arms while they waited to board, holding her hand on the place and drawing little circles with his thumb on it. She’d thought that it was weird, and a little ticklish, but she let him do it, making the best of a tiring flight home.

“Hey baby?” She looked up at him, seeing the smile upon his face and laughing softly.

“I know what’ll make you sleep.”She rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“You pick the one time when I don’t feel like it.” He smirked back at her.

“Maybe not now but...” She rolled her eyes again and shook her head more firmly.

“Sorry babe.” He pouted a little, laughing as she kissed it off – maybe when they got home.