This one is a two-shot.

Thanks an awful lot to Sheis1963 who was willing to proof read this fanfic as well. :)

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Fridays

Prologue

He didn't have a clue on how this had happened, why had he let this happen and why had he been okay with it. But somehow, he just wasn't able to inhibit it and when he was honest to himself he wouldn't want it any other way.

It started on a Friday night. On a Friday night three months and seven days ago. She had been standing in front of his door. Her face had been pale and her hair messy.

He had let her in, he'd let her stay and he'd allowed her to sleep on his couch. He had made her breakfast and he had been ok with her coming back again the following Friday.

It had become kind of a rite. Their very own rite.

She brought something to eat and he took care of the DVDs. They sat on the couch, they ate, they watched TV, they talked, they laughed, they argued, they debated and sometimes they just sat there, neither of them talking, just enjoying the peace and the presence of each other.

They didn't have an affair. They didn't sleep with each other, they didn't even kiss. Often their shoulders or their knees touched but that was it. There wasn't more than this light, unintentional and harmless touches.

Both wanted their relationship to stay platonic, not because they were not attracted to each other nor because they couldn't imagine having a real relationship.

It was because they were terrified.

They were terrified that they would screw it up and, unavoidably, end up alone, without each other.

They didn't want to miss the time they spend together anymore. Their evenings were an inherent part of their lives.

Cuddy loved falling asleep on his couch, surrounded by his blankets, his pillows and his unique male sent. She loved eating his pancakes – which, by the way, were the most delicious pancakes she has ever ate – for breakfast and she loved sitting next to him drinking a cup of hot coffee, enjoying his proximity and the silence.

And House's feelings were similar. He couldn't imagine a Friday evening without Cuddy anymore, just as he couldn't imagine a Saturday morning without her.

He never said it out loud, but it was obviously that the time he spent with her meant an awful lot to him.

1. Chapter

In an unusual good mood House entered the lobby of the hospital and immediately headed to Cuddy's office, which he entered – as always – without knocking.

"Good morning, sunshine! Did you have a nice night with your battery-operated Brad Pitt?"

Cuddy didn't react to his comment; she didn't even look at him. Instead she just said: "Whatever you want, make it short. I am busy."

She seemed to be tense and tired.

"Stressed?", House asked and plumped down on her couch. His eyes were fixed on her.

"No more than usual. " Finally she looked up from her MacBook. "Why are you here?"

"I wanted to ask you what film I should rent. And please, not another one with George Clooney or Hugh Grant."

She closed her eyes for a brief moment and pressed her lips together. "House… I…", she started to say but House cut her off.

"And I am not tolerating Richard Gere for a second time either."

"House… I can't… I can't come over tonight." Finally! She said it! She had been afraid of this moment all week long. She wanted to tell him about it days ago but somehow she just couldn't.

House tried not to show his disappointment. It wasn't even necessary. Cuddy was well aware that he was pissed and hurt that she wouldn't be there tonight. She knew him well enough to know it.

"OK." He rose up from the couch. "Then I can at least watch a film that I like."

House wanted to leave her office but Cuddy prevented him from doing so by calling his name.

He faced her again.

"I have a date." Cuddy thought he at least deserved to know why she wasn't coming.

KA-BOOM! The bomb had been dropped and it exploded in House' chest.

A date? She had a DATE! He knew that he had no right to be jealous. She deserved finding someone who truly loved her and who was willing to spend the rest of his life with her. But he just couldn't help himself: He didn't want her to go out with another man.

Once again, he was well aware of the fact that he had fallen for her. He was addicted to her. He needed and wanted to have her in his life. He didn't want to share her with any other man.

"And who is the lucky guy?", House asked.

"He's a lawyer. He found my account on this dating site, wrote me an email and asked me out for dinner." She didn't know why she told him that. It was actually none of his business but somehow she just needed to tell him.

"Okay… then have fun with your shyster." He looked one last time in her eyes before he left her office without giving Cuddy the chance to say another word.

Actually... she should be happy, she should be looking forward to her date but somehow she wasn't. She could do whatever she wanted but she just couldn't stop thinking about House.

She was standing in front of her queen-sized bed. Two of her favorite dresses were outspread on it: The little black one and the green cocktail dress.

She knew that House would prefer the black one. But Daniel wasn't House. He was the opposite of House. He was the Anti-House.

Cuddy sighed. Why did she feel so bad about this? Why did she have such a heavy conscience? And why the hell would she prefer to go to House than going on a date with Daniel?

Why does everything have to be so damn complicated?

She sighed once again and settled for the little black dress.

"You know that I've been in the hospital for over sixteen hours and that I want to sleep now, right?", Wilson asked as he opened the front door in his pj's.

"And you do know that you look absolutely ridiculous in these pajamas? Did your grandpa leave them to you?" Was House' snarky return.

"Come in." Wilson made a step to the side so House could enter his apartment.

"Do you have beer?"

"Why are you here, House?"

"I thought we both could watch some porn and get drunk together." House went into the kitchen and plopped down on a chair.

"It's Friday, House. Why aren't you at home? Isn't Cuddy coming over to your place?"

"Nope. She is busy making out with a lawyer she met on this stupid dating website."

"She what?"

"She has a date!" House eyes were fixed on his hands.

"… And you don't like the fact that she is on a date?"

"Of course not! This guy could be a moron who likes to screw with single women."

"But I guess he has to be quite a harmless guy. I am sure you already checked out his profile as well as his vita. You wouldn't have let her meet him if he was a moron."

"His favorite movie is `Dirty Dancing`, Wilson. Cuddy doesn't need a man who likes 'Dirty Dancing'."

"What kind of man does she need? Someone like you?"

"I don't know!", House shouted. Wilson thought he had also heard a little bit of desperation in his voice.

"What do you want to hear form me now?"

"Nothing… I just want to get drunk. Give me a beer."

Wilson opened the fridge, took out a bottle of beer and gave it to House.

"I'll go to bed now. Please be quiet and close the door behind you when you leave." Wilson yawned and then disappeared form the kitchen into his bedroom.

TBC...

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