Disclaimer: I don't own House, or anything related to House.
Summary: House and Co. have a new patient. Dr. Cuddy, after having a seziure in the clinic. With her life rapidly declining, House searches for a way to cure her before he loses her forever. Huddy, rated T for some mature moments. Nothing too provocative.
Chapter 1
It was the middle of the night and there was a knocking at the door. First, quick and normal. There was a pause before it continiously started knocking against the wood, over and over. Knowing that the visitor wasn't going to go away until someone answered, House reluctantly pulled himself out of bed, grabbed his cane and, his leg a bit stiff from sleeping, ambled his way down the hall to the front door.
Slowly, and half-asleep, House unlocked the door and opened it to find his boss, Dr. Lisa Cuddy, standing their. She had a black skirt and a white and red floral blouse. Her hair was pulled back in a half ponytail and on her face was an mischievious grin.
"Hey," she said when she saw him.
House was surprised for a moment. He didn't have any patients and he hadn't done anything lately to piss her off, at least nothing that he thought she knew about. "Hi," He managed to say. He felt a little exposed in his t-shirt and boxer shorts, but made no sign that his embarrassed. There was a long pause between them. Cuddy gave no indication as to why she was there. House waited for an explanation, but a few moments of silence, said "Do you have a reason for being her or did you have a erotic dream about me and came here to finish the job."
"You're not to far off." Cuddy said, pushing the door open further. She walked into the apartment and closed the door behind her. "Why do we keep playing these games, House?"
"Because the winner gets a special prize," House answered, still trying to figure out why she was here. The look in her eyes was full of lust, almost sinfully so. She walked toward him, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulling him to her, kissing him on the lips. House could feel electromagnetic pulses surging through his whole body and he grabbed her waist and pulled her toward him, kissing her back. After a moment, their connection broke. They caught their breath and kissed again. House let his cane fall to the floor as he started untucking Cuddy's shirt, running his hand along her stomach. She shivered from his touch, moving from his lips and to kiss his neck. House wasn't sure if it were his imagination or his desire starting to rise, but he could swear the pain in his leg was almost non-existent.
"House!" Someone screamed in the distance. It sounded furious.
"What?" he asked as Cuddy started to pull off his shirt.
"House, wake up!"
Jerking suddenly, House awoke to find himself asleep in Wilson's office. It was the middle of the afternoon and Cuddy stood in her lab coat and had her usual disdainful expression on her face.
"Damn," House whispered, realizing it had only been a dream.
"What?" Cuddy asked.
"I said 'Damn'," House said, "I thought you wouldn't find me in here."
"Cameron told me where you were."
"Tattle-tale," House said, grabbing his cane and standing up. He checked the clock, "Well, it's almost 4:30, guess I'd better get out of here."
"Oh, no you don't! You have no patients and you have to do a half-hour of clinic duty before you go anywhere!"
"Clinic duty! But Mom!" House said, whinning, "I did clinic duty yesterday!"
Cuddy didn't reply, simply moved out of the way for him. Wilson was coming down the hall and saw just as they both left his office. Cuddy went down a separate corridor, leaving the boys alone. House watched until she was out of sight, then walked towards the elevators with Wilson.
"Do I want to know what you two were doing in there?" Wilson asked.
"No," House replied, "Although there's a few lamps that are going to need replaced now. What can I say? She likes it rough!"
Almost a half hour later, House walked out of Exam Room 3 after dealing with the most dreaded kind of patient, a cold stricken kid with a very worried mother. At 4:55, House put the file back into the basket, grabbed a lollipop and headed towards the front door. "House! You can't leave yet!"
"Yes, I can!" House replied, "You want to see how? I can demonstrate for you."
"We have a ton more patients still in the clinic! Please, just one more half hour!" Cuddy begged.
"Sorry, places to go, hookers to pick up."
"For ever half hour you continue working, I'll pay you $100."
"I shouldn't even be talking to you after you woke me up from my wonderful dream with Angelina Jolie."
"House!" Cuddy cried, "Just do you're job!
"Are you feeling alright?" he asked, although there wasn't the slightest sign of concern in his voice. "You look flushed. Got a date back in the office? Is Wilson in there working overtime."
Cuddy was on edge and House knew he was pushing the limit. House thought for a moment and took a deep breath. "One more half hour, then, and I want the whole day off from the clinic tomorrow."
Cuddy closed her eyes in frustration. "Half a day and it's a deal."
He placed the lollipop in his mouth before turning around and heading back over to the counter. If he played his cards right, he would only have to treat one more patient. It would be hard, it was almost 5, people didn't have to go back to work and they would want dinner. House could see Cuddy on the other side of the nurses' station. Probably watching to make sure he didn't leave right after she went back into her office. House looked through one file, read the symptoms, then set it down and grabbed another. As he was about to turn around, he heard a loud crash. Looking up, Cuddy was out of sight.
House set the file down and curiously walked around the desk. A few nurses had gone over to the commotion. House was shocked as he saw Cuddy's unconsious body lying on the clinic floor. Her face had gone completely pale now and she was seizing. House went over and grabbed a phone.
"Somebody get a gurney down to the clinic. And page Doctors Chase, Cameron, and Foreman."