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He sat there debating. To go to Cuddy's or to not. If he went that meant talking and he wasn't sure if he was ready for that, she probably didn't want him there anyway. That was her point in inviting him, right? But then again, that face. Christ her face. She had one of the most beautiful faces, and he would never let anyone know it but every time he made her truly upset he mentally kicked himself. He pictured himself not showing up, he could see the hurt in her eyes and at that moment he never wanted her to experience that kind of sadness. Sure, he loved screwing with her, she loved it to, the whole banter thing was to compensate for their lack of a physical relationship. A mind fuck, if you will. But he hated screwing with relationship part of their relationship, he always screwed those kinds of things up, that's why he never bothered.

So he was back to square one, to go to Cuddy's or to not.

His mind wandered to his 'father' or whatever you want to call him, and he thought of his fathers expectations in life. His father always wanted and expected him to be a lonely miserable bastard. He decided he wasn't going to give him that satisfaction.

"Cuddy's it is."

He made his way downstairs and immediately started re-thinking his decision once he saw her face. She was on her way out, just signing a few papers for the Brenda before she left.

She looked and… damn he got caught staring.

"So are you coming?" she walked up to him.

"Depends, do you want me to?"

"We've been over this before, you're a part of my life—"

"Yeah, yeah I got that part but do you really want me to come?"

She sighed and dropped her head for a moment, "House, as much as it may seem like, I'm not your mother I can't make you come. If you don't want to come, don't come."

He nodded as they stood in front of glass doors, exiting PPTH. The snow was falling, damn it was cold. They both pulled their coats tighter, ready to feel the wrath of winter.

"It's cold out there" he said

She smiled shyly, "at least you have shoes that cover your toes"

"The roads are a mess" she said

"Maybe if you're lucky your sister won't come"

She chuckled slightly, mostly from nervousness "yeah, maybe"

They shared a glance that made their hearts leap, but told them both that the conversation they just shared was over. She took the first step out the door only to leave him watching.

She turned around and said "See you around"

He thought about leaving right then and there with her but he decided against it. He would leave in a little bit, to see if she made it to her car alright.

House stood there for five minutes with his eyes glued to the scene before him. Not necessarily looking at the woman of his dreams that just took off 15 seconds previous but everything.

A soft spoken voice came up behind him that he was not sure who it belonged to so he just sat there staring out the window as she proceeded to talk.

"You're an idiot if you don't do anything about this"

Ok so that voice he definitely did not know. Obviously it was a female but she had a soft almost brassy voice. She had this slight accent. But from where? Definitely from South America. Brazil maybe?

He turned around to meet a pair of menacing eyes; some would say to even put his amazing ones to shame. They were green with a burst of light brown in the middle. She was a teenager? Who the hell was this kid? She was about 5'6; slim and athletic body, long brown curly hair which ended a little below her breasts, and tan. He thought the Brazil location was looking all the more likely.

"What?" he said slowly, still processing what just happened.

"You should go after her, get her little girl something good."

"How did—"

"Nurses around here have very big mouths"

Instead of saying some annoying snark that was building up inside him, he let it go and nodded. He turned around to take one last glance at the girl who was probably 16 or 17 and walked out the doors and entered winter's wrath on his way to a certain jewelry store.

Before the doors shut he heard the girl say "Bon sorte senhor".

*For all of you that may not know "Bon sorte senhor" means Good Luck Sir. For all of you native speakers, sorry my Portuguese is a little rusty.