Disclaimer: I don't own anything, upsetting though it is.

Summary: Huddy. One moment in PPTH begins to change everything. House and Cuddy both learn things about each other. What will happen as a result? Drama, Romance, Hurt, Angst, Smut.

Rating: MA - language, adult themes, adult content.

A/N: So hello, I've returned. After receving so many reviews and comments saying I'm not hopeless I think you obviously like the story. So here is the reviewed, rewritten and (hopefully) better version, with a new intro chapter, a kind of prologue and a promise that if you guys stick with me I'll continue writing as long as you want me.

So with out further ado, I give you the first chapter, titled, 'The End'.

Chapter 1: The End

It was cold. The wind was bitter, biting at his cheeks and blowing fiercely past him. His steps quickened as he approached the building. The lights shone brightly out of the windows, casting soft light across the lawns, the start of the frost sparkling on the grass. He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, desperate to seek warmth for his aching fingers. He looked up towards the windows of the buildings, he could see the shadows of people celebrating; hugging, shaking hands and clinking glasses together. The gentle sound of music floated down to the doors as he heaved them open. There was a rush of warm air as he stepped inside. Looking around the hall it was empty, the lights were dimmed. The corners were concealed with darkness where the light would not reach. He took of his gloves and instantly felt the familiar tingle when your fingers sense warmth after being extremely cold. Placing his gloves in his either pockets he moved towards the stairs. Placing his foot on the bottom step he slowly began ascending the marble looked up and saw something move in the shadows, and then he heard a sound resembling a hiccup.

"What have I told you about drinking alone on the stairs?"

"Oh, it's you. Hi." the voice giggled, rising of her seat on the step and swaying slightly.

"How much have you had to drink?" he said mockingly.

"Hardly anything." she said smiling and hiccupping again.

"Well that's a lie, you're smashed."

"No I'm not!" she protested, before stumbling and falling towards him. Swiftly he stepped up to her and caught her in his arms.

"Yes you are." he said laughing, still holding her tightly to his body.

"Maybe I had a little too much…but it's your fault!" she grumbled.

"Why is it my fault?" he said laughing.

"'Cos you couldn't keep it in your pants." she said slowly stepping back on to the step above him.

He lowered his head, almost as if he was ashamed, afraid that she would think less of him. Quietly, he replied to her brash statement. "Who told you?" he whispered.

"A girl in the library" she took a breath before speaking again. "Said she saw you go off with her."

He stayed silent.

"Not as if I care." she said shaking her head slowly and stirring her cocktail.

"Why not? You should!" he said, his bottom lip quivering.

"'Cos you left me." she said softly, still not looking at him.

"Yeah and boy was that a dull thing to do. She wasn't worth a thousand of you." he muttered.

Her head shot up, looking straight into his bright blue eyes, she spoke in a whisper, "I miss you too, Greg." she smiled.

"Yeah right." he scoffed.

"Why else am I drunk?" ironically, sounding sober and logical.

"'Cos it's Christmas?" he said jokingly.

"'Cos I'm sad, 'cos the man I love left me and I want him back."

"Don't, Lise." His head lowered again, avoiding her gaze. "Don't make it worse, I'm leaving, don't make me do anything we both regret."

"We won't regret it. Think of it as a last time thing."

He was silent. She lent forwards and tilted his chin upwards, "Greg."

That was all she needed to say and he was hers. Sweeping her up in his arms they pressed their lips together. It was desperate, urgent, and sad. They had missed each other and now it was the last time they would have alone, together, for a long time.

Making their way up the stairs and down the hall they never stopped touching.

"Lise…" he whispered, as she kissed his neck against the door to her room.

"Greg." she answered giggling.

"I love you." he said solemnly.

-H~H~H-

It was ironic; she looked angelic as he got dressed. Her hair spread across the pillow, the sheet just covering her chest. She looked peaceful, content, and happy. And he wasn't next to her, he thought at that moment it didn't matter if he wasn't there. Loving her would hurt her, he was destructive, he had ruined his chances here so he had to finish studying somewhere else, if he wrecked his education, imagine what he'd do to such a wonderful girl, one who wanted him. He gathered up his wallet, watch and belt, any trace that would remind her when she woke that the night they had just spent together had ever happened.

The snow was falling heavily when he left, his bag slung over his shoulder he had already cleared his room and given in his passes and keys. All that was left was his name and memories.

As he trudged down the path, the snow crunching underfoot, he heard a yell. He turned back and looked up at her window to see her. Her eyes were had no sparkle left, she silently begged him to turn around and come back. But he couldn't. He bowed his head, turned around and kept on walking, ignoring her screams and sobs floating through the cold air.

Christmas Day had never been so sad.

-H~H~H-

A/N: I have returned, what did you think of the new intro? Reviews are like Christmas presents :) H x