A/N: Hey a new story, will have the latest installment of 'Can't Fight This Feeling' Soon but this idea has been nagging at me and I wanted to start something else as CFTF might be coming to a explosive end soon :D I hope you like it if you don't I'll scrap it I have some awesome sci-fi story ideas like a flashforward like story! Anywho, read and review...please ^.^

Swallowed by the sea

By Gabriel F.

Chapter one: Lost without your Love

Ten months earlier

"House how many times have you come to my office and quit?" Cuddy's eyebrows naturally and cynically rose, "It's a right of passage for us now."

Something about his face was different when Cuddy turned to look at House. The expression he wore made her feel curious, as it was sombre and defeated.

"House, are you ok?"

He shook his head, "I'm serious this time. I can't live like this anymore, I have to leave and I won't be coming back."

Cuddy walked over to him, granted they weren't close anymore or ever but a distance had crept up between them since Lucas. She wasn't stupid, House had made clear advances towards her when he came back from Mayfield but her having a serious relationship with someone else destroyed their fragments of friendship. House couldn't tell her his problems, not that he ever would, he was a suffer in silence sort of man.

"Is there anything I can do?"

His answer was short and fast, "No, I can't stay. I'm leaving tonight."

House made his way towards Cuddy's office door seeking solace anywhere but near her. Cuddy chased after him, grabbing his arm, pulling him to face her, "House, this isn't…I don't want to sound self absorbed but you leaving isn't about…"

The frustration was evident on House's face as he tore his arm away from her grasp and shouted, "Believe it or not Cuddy, not everything is about you. I don't give a damn about you, or your little brat or you lover boy. I have my own problems; my own demons to fight and they have NOTHING to do with you."

House stood for a moment in shock of his own outburst watching the reactions of the staff around himself before escaping to his office. Cuddy was stunned, in all her years of House's confrontations he'd never reacted like that.

"What's wrong with him?"

Nurse Smits walked up behind Cuddy with concern written into the lines on her creased forehead, "He seems angry…well angrier than usual."

She laughed but it seemed lifeless, "You shouldn't have to deal with him much longer."

The Nurse looked at her hopefully, "Really?"

Cuddy suddenly realized as she saw House leave his office and walk to the elevator, "House just quit."

He walked the distance to the elevator the last time, glancing at Wilson's office nostalgically, then pressing the button calling it to him. House turned around and saw Cuddy was rooted to the spot he'd left her in. Their eyes caught. That's when they both knew how they felt and it was a tragic realisation that they were too late, too far apart to ever be able to be truly happy. Their eyes mirrored it, House placed down his box and walked over to her though his brain told him to turn and run the other way. The heat had intensified between them, those people who knew they shouldn't but they do, as it was the only way House could say goodbye. He moved so close to Cuddy she couldn't breathe and whispered in her ear, "Follow me."

A nearby empty clinic room was their destination and as soon as the door was shut and the two inside lips collided in a confrontation of intense passion. It was a release of so much more than mutual sexual attraction and it soon lead to more than a kiss. Cuddy knew it would as it had once before, they couldn't hold back when they were that near each other the others presence was intoxicating. It was a fitting end to them, or so they believed.

When Cuddy was lying breathless on the exam table and he was redressing himself silently, "This is just like the last time."

House sighed and shook his head, "No, this time we knew what we were getting into."

She reached out to touch his bare chest savouring the moment of being able to be that close to him, being able to feel him, "At least tell me where you're going, House, I…"

"You what?"

Cuddy drew her hand away in fear of another outburst, "I care about you."

House caught her hand, "Then forget about me."

Present day

House had escaped and felt a freedom he'd never experienced before in his life. Of course it had come at a cost, he rarely spoke with Wilson due to where he was and hadn't seen Cuddy aside from his dreams. House thought about her all the time and knew that though he was physically free he left part of himself with the hospital and her.

"Argh!"

House cried as a wave hit him hard on the face. When he left PPTH, House wanted to get away and his childish impulses got the better of him. It was the choice he'd made ten months ago to choose life, something for him instead of doing what he should. Travelling the world in a $600,000 boat was a dream life yet something was nagging at him, when he talked to Wilson something felt odd like there was something he didn't know. House retreated to the inside deck to navigate the boat. Inside the machinery was fairly new though he knew how to operate it well, so he picked up the radio channel sixteen was the cost guard.

"Mayday, mayday, mayday…"

House tried to remain calm but the storm was picking up quickly, "This is Moriarty, twenty-eight-foot cruiser with a blue hull and white cabin."

He groaned as the boat hit a large wave forcing him forward slamming his head into a compartment over his head, "Just one man on board, I'm crippled but I have a life jacket."

House tried to read the GPS but the electrical storm was interfering with the device, "I can't tell any co-ordinates but I'd guess I was two or three miles away from the coast of Boston."

The night was growing darker by the second only momentarily lit up by a strike of lighting, House's radar wasn't working and the radio wasn't entirely clear, "The storms a little worse than I'd planned, the navigations still working but none of the other equipment. I'm a sitting duck, you hearing this, over?"

He waited the usual ten seconds but no response which made him grow anxious and panicky, "MAYDAY, MAYDAY, MAYDAY, are you hearing me? Over?"

House slammed the receiver down and screamed at it, he knew the only option was his laptop the only other piece of machinery left that might work. The risk was leaving the wheel unattended, going further of course and the coast guard would never find them. House tapped the wheel indecisively before limping down to the lower level to seek out the laptop. He felt the boat hit something propelling him forward hitting his head on the edge of the cabinet. House felt dizzy but he couldn't decide whether it was because of the blood trickling down his face or the uncontrollable movement of the boat. Grabbing the laptop House darted as quickly as he could back up to the deck to regain control. Whilst he'd been gone, they'd hit a rock, "Shit!"

House slammed his hand on the steering wheel; simultaneously he opened the laptop and found there was a small signal. He called the first person he could think of.

"House, what are you doing it's 3.00 AM!"

He tried to shout over the noise of the storm, "WILSON, I need you to call the coast guard! I'm in trouble…" House stumbled back and forth trying to steady the boat and the computer, "I'm somewhere off the coast of Boston…"

Wilson's face was stunned and confused, "What were you doing there?"

"NOW ISN'T THE TIME!!"

"Oh yeah right, House I'm calling but are you ok, you're bleeding!"

House waved him off, "I'll be fine, been through worse."

He left the wheel for a last ditch attempt at a distress call, "MAYDAY, MAYDAY, MAYDAY, this is the third call from the cruiser off coast of Boston! Serious need of assistance! We hit a rock and are taking on water!" House peered down at the lower level and the bottom was swimming in seawater, "I need immediate assistance!! OVER!!!"

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one…"We read you cruiser! Over!"

House cried in elation, "Oh my God! What took you so long, over?"

"Radios damaged from the speed of the storm, we're trying to get out there now, Gregory House, right? Over."

"Yeah that's me. Soon isn't good enough, I need assistance n…"

Wilson watched the screen on his computer go black. He refreshed and called again and again, "House…"

He slammed his fist against the screen, "HOUSE!!!"

"Wow, what's the matter with you being in bed with me isn't that bad is it?"

Wilson turned to see his wife, for the second time, Sam Wilson giving him a very funny smirk that any other time would have made him feel warm inside, "A video call from House…"

Sam laughed bitterly, "Oh what's the bastard turned sailor done this time?"

Wilson's face creased up and his head fell to the desk he was sat at, "He was caught in the storm, you know the one Boston's been moaning about…His boat was damaged…"

Sam put her arms around her husband, "Hey, House will be fine, he's like a cockroach."

Wilson lifted his head and shook it, "He's hit his head and I watched him…"

She pulled Wilson's face in her hands, "Listen to me, House will be fine. The storm in Boston isn't that bad."

"No." Wilson rose out of his desk chair, "I have to go to Boston."

Sam grabbed him; "You can't go running every time House get's himself into trouble! You're not his family!"

"I'm the only person he's got! Now he didn't call to tell me to go out there but that's what I do. I go because I care about him!"

Sam sat on the edge of the bed, "If you're going then you have to tell her you know where he is before you do."

"What are you talking about?"

"Cuddy."

Wilson shut his eyes and slammed his fist against the wall, "I forgot about her. God, she's going to be heart-broken...and mad."

Sam smiled weakly, "Mainly mad."

"I've got some clothes in the car, I better get going."

Wilson held his wife close to him, "Stay safe, James. If he's gone come back to your family."

He kissed her forehead, "I will, I promise."

KNOCK, KNOCK

"Who the hell is that?"

Lucas moaned aloud but his fiancé was still fast asleep. A lot had changed in the ten months that House had left; they were engaged but mainly Cuddy and their new addition to the family. Cuddy had given birth to their son one month ago, Felix James House. He'd hoped that it would bring them closer together but truthfully the day that House left had just made the distance between them even wider. She focused her time on Rachel, Felix, work and then finding out where House was.

"I'll get it then…"

Lucas rose quietly and made his way downstairs to find out who was calling them a visit at this ungodly hour, "Who is it? He asked through the door.

"It's Wilson, open up I need to talk to Lisa."

The door was flung open and Wilson barged in, "I need to talk to Lisa."

"James, calm down, what's the matter?"

Wilson was getting angry, "Just go get Lisa!"

"Wilson what do you want it's 3.00 AM!"

He sighed in relief, "I need to talk to you."

Cuddy sleepily walked down the stairs subconsciously keeping her distance from Lucas, "What about?"

"House."

Lucas groaned, "The man's been gone for ten months and you guys still can't get over it can you."

"Luc, shut up! Go check Felix and Rachel! Do something useful while you're up."

He moved up the stairs groaning with each step under his breath but once they were alone Cuddy came close to Wilson anxiously, "Have you found him?"

Wilson shifted uncomfortable under her gaze, "There's no time to go into the whole story so yes. I always knew," He caught the look on her face, "Yes I know you're angry but that's not important. House has been travelling around in his boat, he was caught in the storm in Boston…I'm going out there to see if he's d…"

"To see if he's dead Wilson it's ok, I've been checking death records for eight months. I've thought of the worst possible situations…"

Wilson smirked nervously, "You're taking this well but there's no time I can waste, Lisa. I just came to tell you."

Cuddy went under the stairs and grabbed a suitcase, an over coat and a pair of running shoes, "What are you doing, Lisa?"

"I've always known that you knew where he was, I wanted to be prepared to go as soon as I found out. To get to him as quickly as possible."

Wilson was confused, "But Lisa, you've just had a kid! You can't travel and plus you should be staying with him not running to Boston for House."

Cuddy opened the door and threw both Wilson and her suitcase out before joining them outside. She closed the door and marched over to him, "I'm only going to tell you this once. Ten months ago I slept with Gregory House and upstairs is the product of that meeting. I have been and always will be in love with him, if anyone is going to find him." She straightened herself up, "It's going to be me."

A/N: So what do you guys think? And I don't mean to plug any other persons fic but I was reading a fic by melissaisdown and it's really fantastic not many people have read it but check it out it's really awesome! (Sorry if I'm not allowed to do that) Anyway, Review people please, haven't been getting many reviews later. I need lots to continue, I'm greedy like that :D

ps. Can't wait for episode 20 this is the synopsis House must make a decision between his own needs and his desire for a relationship with Cuddy! How awesome will that ep be, (last one was a tad dissapointing not HL's fault though his directing was top class and that isn't brit bias)

Love ya,

Gabe F.