Disclaimer: I don't own House, MD.
This story will contain adult content. Now, I had a little problem with a story named Truth or Dare where FF administration deleted it for its explicit content. I am posting the story in livejournal, go to my profile and you'll see the link. So, the reason I tell you this is because I do not beta my stories, too impatient. And so if you think the stories chapter was too explicit and should be MA... Do let me know. I don't want my account to be banned or anything (I can only assume that I won't ever be able to enter the site via my IP address).
Things you should know (May have spoilers for the story): This story is a bit of an A/U. But see, not completely.
House went to Mayfield but he went in around 2005 and all the things that happen in the series did happen in my story. Amber died, new team members, House lost his marbles... But, when Cuddy was trying to get pregnant, she did. So, it's as if Rachel was replaced by another kid. And, well, you could see it like a whole lot of things happened in about two years or that they happened way before. I will explain what happened, sometimes with flashbacks. If you have any questions, don't be shy and ask (review or message).
Also, this chapter is all on Cuddy and there is slight humour but, it can't all be angst. The hospital will come... Just stay tuned.
Well, happy reading and please, review (:
I would like to know if people are enjoying it because if you're not then I really don't see the point in writing the next chapter ):
Stacked behind a massive pile of papers sat a powerful dean of medicine. She looked radiant as always but hid it under a delicate hand.
"Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can."
She hung up the phone, grabbed her purse and rushed out of her office, leaving it as it was. Not stopping to even lock it behind her. "Sofia, cancel all my appointments from twelve to three, please."
Sofia looked up from her small desk and nodded as she watched her boss power walk through the hospitals lobby.
Cuddy arrived at Princeton Elementary Academy in thirteen minutes when it'd normally take her twenty five without traffic. Clicking her heels across the fine hall she was met with a frowning black headed little boy who dared not to look at her matching ice blue eyes. She scrunched down and racked her fingers through his hair, making him look at her.
Just as she was about to ask him what had happened, the school's secretary interrupted her with a chipper tone, "Dr. Cuddy, principal Graham is waiting for you."
The young woman hadn't even looked at Cuddy, she kept her chocolate eyes glued to the computer's screen and bothered to raise a fair hand to push her black framed glasses further up the bridge of her nose before pointing her to the door.
She placed a hand behind the little boy's back, motioning him to walk with her into the office.
"I'll watch the child whilst you speak to the principal. I'm sure he won't cause any trouble with me."
Cuddy gave her a polite but fraud smile and whispered him to sit on the bench next to the office's door.
"Ah, Dr. Cuddy. Please... have a seat."
Cuddy studied the man as she sat down on the forest green leather chair in front of his desk. He appeared to be much more stuck up than the principal they had the year she applied her son to this private school. His hands were place one on top of the other and he gave her a no nonsense glare as he spoke, "I understand that your son, Logan Cuddy pushed one of his fellow classmates against an ant mill."
"Well, I am sure my son didn't intend for his classmate to fall on ant mill."
"And yet he did push him. I believe the best punishment should be suspending your son for three days."
"Suspension?!" Cuddy cleared her throat and made sure not to raise her voice and stay calm, "you are going to suspend my son for pushing another kid? My son has never been aggressive and I can assure you that the other child must have said or done something to make him take such actions. I assume you spoke to the other kid's parents including my son and the other child whom you have not even told me who he was."
Principal Graham interrupted her, "Gaston."
Cuddy stopped to remember which of her son's classmates was named Gaston, "Gaston?"
Her brows lowered into a frown and gave him the man a death look, "Gaston Graham, your son?"
"That is correct."
Cuddy couldn't help but laugh in disbelief as she watched the middle aged man lean back on his chair comfortingly, "Well, I can see why you chose not to give him his name. So this is because your son was... In your eyes... The victim."
"Dr. Cuddy this school doesn't approve of such behavior. I am suspending your son."
"You want to suspend a five year old boy? Let me ask you again, Mr. Graham. Have you even talked to the boys?"
"I have not."
"And yet you are taking actions when you haven't even talked to the children. I am paying a lot of money for my child's education, if you want to keep seeing my money then I suggest you bring the boys here and then you may decide. It's still early in August, Mr. Graham and I am sure no other school will have a problem having my kid in at this time."
Five minutes of silence and frustrated glances passed between both parents when the door slowly creaked open. Logan came in frowning but with his head held high, he knew he was in big trouble. Unlike Logan, Gaston came in rather chipper. He looked much like his father, creamy skin, green eyes, short blonde hair, and with a look that said: my father is the principal and I am getting out of here punishment free and with absolutely no scolding.
The young boy opted for flopping on the chair next to Cuddy and Logan decided to sit on his mother's lap.
"Gaston-" Graham began.
"I would like to interrogate my son first," she gave him an evil look with the corner of her eye as she turned her head to ask Logan what happened.
"He told me I am the only one in the class without a dad. That I have never met him because he hates and that's why he left us, because of me. And that every one loves him because his dad is the pwin- is the principal. And his dad is the best."
Cuddy gaped her mouth and quickly closed it before arching her brows, "are you still under the impression that my son is the bully behind all this?"
Clearing his throat, Graham shook his head and squint his eyes a little, "no, I believe not."
"I think we are done here, principal Graham. I do suggest you speak to your son. I am going to take Logan early today, there's only an our left of... Painting and singing."
"By all means, Dr. Cuddy. I will make sure Gaston gets an ear full and am terribly sorry for the inconvenience."
Principal Graham gave his son a deathly glare after Cuddy and Logan left. He would have argued with her but really saw no winning end to this. Cuddy was the only single mother in the grade and he found that it really would have been a very touchy subject to her and her son. If put in Logan's shoes he would have punched Gaston in the face.
The silence in Cuddy's car was growing thicker and thicker. Taking her eyes off the road for one quick second to look at her son through the rear-view mirror she caught him looking sadly out his window, "I love you, Logan."
Not a word came from the little boys mouth.
"Your father loves you too and you are not the reason as to why you haven't met him."
"Then why don't I ever see him?"
"He... He's sick."
"Fix him. You're a doctor."
"I can't, I'm not that kind of doctor."
"There are many kinds doctors in your hospital. One of them can fix him."
"He isn't in my hospital, he is in a different hospital."
There was silence again and Cuddy couldn't help but feel anger over sadness. She knew House had left from Mayfield months after he was institutionalized. At first she had no idea were he was. She asked Wilson but he wouldn't tell. He said House didn't want anyone to know where he was. It was until her stomach began to show that Wilson then finally decided to tell her, realizing that the baby she was carrying was his and that was the reason she wanted to know so dearly.
Cuddy told him not to tell a word to House, that she wanted to be the one to tell him. She had called Mayfield but they told her House wasn't allowed visitors nor phone calls so she decided to wait for him to come back to the hospital or his apartment.
Thinking he would tell Wilson first and then her or Wilson would call, she waited. But nine month had passed since he suddenly left and still no sign of House. She called the hospital once more and was told he had left a month ago. She went to his apartment and found it was mostly empty.
A nine month pregnant Cuddy burst through Wilson's office door that day demanding for him to tell her where his bastard friend was. Taking his eyes away from a paper he had to sign, he met her glare and told sadly that he had no idea where House was and if there was any help she needed with the baby that he'd be more than willing to help. All the stress, anger, pain, and aggravation Cuddy was feeling caused her to get contractions and her water to break on the warm July afternoon.
Glancing at the mirror once more she studied her son's features, much like her he had black hair but shaggy like House's, big blue eyes, though he would mostly frown as his father did whenever he appeared to be pondering. She couldn't tell much about his nose but hoped he would get House's cute nose and not hers. She always found hers to be pretty all though perhaps a little big. His jaw was much like Cuddy's as well and his lips.
She smiled when he looked away from the window and grinned, apparently remembering something exciting.
"I was invited to Macy's birthday party."
"Macy? Is she knew?" Cuddy knew all of his little classmates from last year in Pre-Kinder.
"Yeth, it's on Sadderday."
"Saturday."
She watched him roll his eyes. He hated it when she corrected him, "uh-huh, it's tomorrow."
"Say it correctly, Saturday."
"Saturday. May I go?"
"I'll have to see an invitation first. Who's her mum?"
"Hah!" He pulled the sparkly cupcake shaped card out of his SpongeBob lunchbox and handed it eagerly to his mother, "I don't know, she has Cheetos hair... I think."
Cuddy laughed, "You mean red hair?"
"Yes, Cheetos hair."
"Mm..." she read the card as best she could while getting closer to her home, "Fine, you may go."
"I'm not grounded?"
"For pushing that mean kid? No, but you know better than using violence. You can always win an argument with words."
Logan smirked and opened the car door once he felt Cuddy had turned off the car and ran toward their house's entrance, "Are you going back to work, mummy?"
"I have to. But you like the babysitter, don't you?"
Logan dropped his head as Cuddy opened the main door, "but you are always working. Can't you work at home? You do it on the weekends."
Cuddy looked at him, disappointment filled his features. She hated not being a full time mum but she also loved her work and needed it. He drag his feet dramatically inside the house and dropped his little body on the couch with a loud sigh.
"Fine, get back in the car. I have to go get the papers."
"Yes!" all the drama in him was pushed away with a sprung of joy as he hopped to her. He knew just how to manipulate her. Not always did she accept his manipulation, she was the mother and when she said no it was no but at times she let him win.
He opened the passengers door, "may I go up front?"
Cuddy glared at him playfully and smiled as she walked around the front of the car, "you're pushing it."
It was around seven that Cuddy found it was time to get Logan to bed. He was already hopping on all fours and yelling, "rawr! I'm a tigger!"
She looked down to her feet and found him looking at her playfully evil, "you mean tiger. Tigger is the tiger's name from Winnie the Pooh."
Her grin widened when he gave her his back whilst still on all four and looking at her smugly with his eyes closed, "humph, i say it's tigger."
"Well you are saying it wrong."
"You are a doctor, mummy. Not a teacher."
"Ha ha, and since I am a doctor I can tell just by looking at you that you need a bath."
Her brows cocked up when he stopped crawling towards his dinosaurs and shook his tush. Cuddy fell silent, awaiting what he'd do next. His head dropped and he began to snicker. Raising from the couch she ran towards him and wrapped her hands around his middle. His laughter got louder as she tickled his tummy on their way to the bathroom.
Logan looked at Cuddy by the corner of his eyes as his little hand got closer and closer to what he knew would make his mother scream. He was a sweet little buy but with that sweetness came mischief.
"Don't you dare turn the shower on. You'll get my hair wet and you saw me doing it this morning."
The boy retreated his hand quickly and frowned, "how could you see me? You are talking off the marker from my leg."
"I... Know everything."
Snorting he challenged her, "you don't know everything. You asked me how I drew a perfect happy face on my back. If you did, then you'd know that."
Cuddy sighed and looked at him, "you know... You are too smart for a boy who just turned five less than a month ago." Logan simply smirked and stood still as his mother scrubbed his orange coloured arm.
"Stand still," her tone was harsh but he just wouldn't stop jumping as she tried to get him dry.
"I'm dipped and ready to go!"
Cuddy faked annoyance, "Yeah, yeah. Go put on some boxers. I'm growing tired of your nudity, SpongeBob."
She entered her son's room only to find him crawling on his bed in a circle. "What are you doing?"
"Dogs do it so they won't get nightmirrors. I don't want nightmirrors."
Tucking him in and later flopping next to him, she racked her manicured hand through his hair, "if you'd stop watching Courage the Cowardly Dog cartoons you wouldn't be so scared at night and get nightmares."
Groaning he rolled his eyes at his mother and ignored her. Not feeling her touch anymore the boy opened his eyes and glared. Cuddy smiled and continued to do so until he drifted to sleep and she was able to keep on signing papers.