So okay...yeah I'm seriously thinking about not watching Season 8 of House. With LE leaving obviously I don't have as much reason to watch it (Although I do love Hugh) but even if she was staying...after this finale...I still don't know if I could come back next September.

Anyway I rewrote the ending scene to something I think would be much more in character with something House would do-Yes he's in pain and he's sad but I could see him doing something like this, something that does not involve him possibly murdering anyone. (Jeez-*roll eyes*)

It's a one shot right now but I am thinking about possibly continuing it a few more chapters (maybe). Let me know!

Thanks!
-Mads

I do not own House! (Thank gosh for that!)

"Want me to come? "

"What do you think I'm gonna get in trouble? I'm delivering a hairbrush." He mumbled, getting out of the vehicle and approaching the stairs to Cuddy's house. He didn't know what to make of their conversation at lunch. Why did she have to apologize? Wasn't all of this his fault? Was it guilt or was it maybe- No House didn't want to think of it. It was too painful. There's no way she could still love me, right?

He'd been thinking this all day. Trying to remember why she broke up with him in the first place- was it really just the vicoden? She'd said Unhappy people do reckless things. She was certainly right. And any hope he'd have on winning her back was gone after he decided to stupidly marry that girl. What had he been thinking? Great House, he thought again, somewhat furious with himself. And he didn't even want to get started on the stunt in his bathtub he'd pulled.

At the time it had seemed like such a good idea…knowing now that he really didn't think the whole thing through…

But she'd brought him lunch today…she'd been the one wanting to talk…she'd grabbed his hand in the hallway and looked at him like- he'd sworn he'd seen that look before. He saw it a lot when they were dating and thought he saw it last week when she'd taken him to the hospital after that embarrassing surgery or display…(he didn't know what to call that fiasco)…

He thought he'd seen the look. Their look. A look of concern, of care- not pity. Not guilt. Of maybe love?

House always thought he didn't know love. He understood it, or so he'd thought. He understood everything. After all he was always right. But love didn't make sense to him. It wasn't rational. It was conventional. It was weak. He was fine on his own- he'd realized that after Stacey had left him. And he probably would've always never believed or trusted loved until he'd let himself realize his feelings for Cuddy.

But Cuddy had looked at him with…love? Could it have been? Did she still care for him? Had he not been so upset at that moment he would've used the opportunity to tell her he still cared for her and wanted another chance or hell, he should've just kissed her. Right there in that hospital. Sure Cuddy would've been a little embarrassed from the PDA but she'd have gotten over that.

So why was he here? Heading to her house. Sure she'd mentioned she wanted the brush eventually. But that didn't mean she needed it immediately. He could just bring it to work tomorrow or next week for that matter. And yet here he was. Still thinking.

Would she have kissed back?

Thousands of thoughts and regrets raced through his brain until he stepped up to her walkway and looked up.

His thoughts stopped. His body froze. And his eyes hurt from what he was seeing. Cuddy, with her sister and her sister's husband he supposed, and another man. Another man that was sitting next to Cuddy. That was touching Cuddy. His Cuddy. Yeah okay, maybe a little innocently, until he saw her put her hand on his shoulder to usher them into another room. Rachel was nowhere to be seen.

No. No, no, no.

But he couldn't move and before he knew it he was furious. Angry. Really, really angry. Like ridiculously. He could feel his body tense, his face heat. When he could finally move he stepped back onto the last step and gingerly walked to the car, where Wilson was waiting. He sat down in the car as Wilson spoke, noticing House's mood.

"What just happened?" Wilson asked.

"Wilson. Stay in the car." House murmured.

"House, what are you mad about? Just let it out. You'll feel better."

He looked at his best friend, and decided he'd take his advice for once. After all, he had nothing to lose right?

"Stay in the car." He said again, more strictly.

Wilson looked up at House, slightly confused. "Okay…why?"

"Just…stay in the car."

"I wasn't planning on going anywhe-"

And House proceeded to get out of the car and slam the door, not focusing on anything but this. This sudden anger. This rush of adrenaline or something. He wasn't quite sure. All he knew is he had to do something with all this energy. And it all concerned one person, Cuddy.

Let it out?

Okay, fine, I'll let it out.

Again he walked up the steps, with a little more swag now, and once again, saw them sitting in the dining room. He stopped, and starred at them for a moment or so, grinning slightly. He probably looked like a crazy person. He realized this especially when Cuddy finally noticed, staring at him blankly.

She didn't move for a minute and they stared at one another. Until she said something, probably excusing herself politely, but House wouldn't have that.

"Seriously!" He yelled. Well screamed. Or screeched? He wasn't sure.

That's when everyone noticed him, crazed lunatic doctor, and Cuddy hurried out of her front door. Wow those windows really were that thin.

"Seriously?" he said again, still loud, but more of as a question. "Seriously!"

"House," she started coming towards him.

"No!" he yelled, tensing. "Are you kidding? Are you freaking kidding me?"

He might not have felt like a 5 year old, but he was probably sounding and acting like a 5 year old that was having a fit. And you know what, fine. He didn't care. He was angry.

Wilson had said he needed to take out his anger and so here he was. Doing just that.

After all, she wants to know how I feel.

"What's wrong?" she asked, nervously coming towards him. "House..." She said more uncertainly. She came up close and reached out to him.

"I swear to god Cuddy, do not touch me."

She nodded, her eyes tearing up, "Okay." She murmured.

He didn't talk for a while, he laughed a little bit, played with the brush, moving it back and forth in his hand as a nervous habit.

"House," Cuddy said after a few moments of silence. "Maybe we could just talk, come on." She whispered stepping away from him.

He laughed again, more outrageously this time. "Oh, you want me to talk some more about me and my feelings? Really Cuddy? You just want to hurt me more. You want to hurt me that much, huh?"

"No House, no, of course not." She breathed, moving closer to him and placing a hand on his arm, glancing back towards her house. "Look House I think I know what you're thinking…"

"Oh do you? Really? You think you know how I'm feeling too? Wait, before you tell me how I am feeling, I'll go first, make it easier for you to guess."

He paced a tiny bit before hitting his cane hard on the concrete and looking at her with anger. "I'm pissed! I'm angry, I'm hell…I'm furious! Why did you do this to me? God." And he walked away from her for a moment before turning back. "Did you really hate me that much? Was I that bad of a boyfriend?

"You wanna know how I feel? Betrayed. Not only hurt, I feel betrayal! I loved you Cuddy. I love you!" He was breaking down now which was something he didn't want to do, especially not here. "And what you thought, 'Oh I'll try this out with him and if it doesn't work, oh well!'"

"No!" she screamed. "No, of course not!"

He shook his head, "You thought you could change me maybe? But if that didn't work, oh that'd be okay, you'd just move on, find the next prospect. There are plenty of other people better for you."

"That's not it at all!" she cried, tears streamed down her face before regaining her composure and becoming just as angry as him. Well maybe not just as angry.

"How dare you! I don't need to explain myself to you House. You with your hookers and your wife and-"

"There's no one else!" he yelled. And Cuddy simply stared at him, not sure what to say because of his outburst, and because she didn't understand what he was saying.

"Ugh." He breathed, taking a hand to his face and rubbing it slightly before managing to calmly say, "Dominique is history. The marriage wasn't real. I had it annulled the next week. We never had sex. Thus I could end it. She was- I wasn't gonna go through with it you know." And he laughed sadly, "You were supposed to stop me!"

She shook her head, annoyed and completely caught off guard that he wasn't ever really married. "Oh, well excuse me! I didn't know that I was a part of the plan. Were the hookers and the hotel another part of 'screwing me over' too?"

"The hookers meant nothing to me! I was unhappy. I was lonely. I was depressed. Yes, I took vicidon, the dumbest decision of my life by the way. And I slept with one of them. ONE! The whole time I couldn't stop myself from pretending she was you. I missed you! All of the other girls were distractions after that because I realized I'd never get over you!"

She cried as he yelled at her, not because he was angry at her but because she could clearly see how much pain he was in, how much pain she'd put him in.

"House," she started.

"No Cuddy! Don't you get it? There will never be anyone else. There's no one else. Even if Stacy came back right now I couldn't even pretend with her- I'd be thinking about you the whole time! And I'm sick of this!"

"I'm sick of feeling this way." He said, lowering his voice. "But at least since our talk at lunch I thought you were in the transition of missing me too! And I thought maybe…" he sighed, "I don't even know. Forget it." He looked at the ground before meeting her eyes again.

"I thought maybe you missed me too. Maybe I was who you needed too." He sighed. Tears now in his eyes. "But I was obviously wrong." He said, nodding towards the window.

"House,"

"No!" he yelled. "You'll be fine! You'll be good without me! But what am I supposed to do without you? What about me?"

And Cuddy let go and sobbed, coming towards him tentatively, as his tears that he couldn't stop came down his two cheeks.

She grabbed his hips and pulled him towards her. He avoided her gaze for a while, until he couldn't avoid not looking at her beautiful eyes. And slowly they embraced, his arms going around her back as they hugged tightly, eyes closed.

But then House opened his eyes and saw Cuddy's sister and the guys looking at them out of the front door, and Cuddy saw Wilson observing them from the car too.

They stepped away from each other.

"My brush," Cuddy murmured, slightly giggling, noticing it in his hand. And House gave a small smile.

But then Cuddy's guests walked out of the door.

"Lisa, I think we're all gonna go. Give you two some privacy." She noted, gesturing towards House.

"Me too House." Wilson said approaching them. "Keys?"

Cuddy grabbed House's hand. "Please stay."

TBC?