A/N: My first Huddy chapter fic. House is EXTREMLY OOC here, because I doubt Cuddy would have became friends with him if he were himself in this story. It's rated T for now, but rating may get higher in future chapters. Please read and review, it inspires me to write more.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HOUSE, M.D., AND/OR ANYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH IT. Please don't sue me.

He was nothing like Cuddy thought he could have been. They had been dating for four months, happily, until tonight. Everything has changed now. Lisa thought she had a grip on things for once in her life, only to have it ripped away from her in one single night.

Lisa sighed contently, her head in her boyfriend Caleb's lap. He ran a hand gently through her hair as they watched TV together in his apartment. He suddenly turned off the TV, then sighed. "Lisa, we need to talk."

Lisa arose from his lap and stared at him seriously. "What is it?"

Lisa was slightly worried, was he breaking up with her? Only after four months? Lisa watched him worriedly, a sudden new emotion appearing in her boyfriend's eyes.

"Lisa, I love you very much," he began, the unknown emotion in his eyes making Lisa tremble slightly in unknown fear.

"I love you too," she commented softly, putting her hand on his.

He stared at her a long moment before saying, "And I think it's time we made love." The emotion in his eyes hit Lisa like a hard slap to the face.

Lust.

She wasn't ready for that kind of commitment. "I-um," she paused, and gulped, "I'm not ready for that yet. I'm content with the way we are."

Caleb frowned, eyebrows furrowed. Lisa's fear increased slightly, like she new something bad was going to happen.

"Do you not love me, then?" he asked suddenly, making Lisa's blood freeze.

"No, of course I love you," she answered softly, forcing a smile.

"Not enough to take our relationship further? Do I disgust you?" he asked angrily, gripping Lisa's hand tightly.

She winced in pain, "What? No! Please stop-"

He slapped her.

She yelped, reaching her free hand up to rub her abused cheek.

"Apparently I do! Why do you deny me?!" He yelled at her angrily, tightening his grip on Lisa's hand as she started to struggle.

"Why are you doing this? I'm just not ready! Please, stop!" she begged, but to no avail.

She was somewhat relieved when he let go of her hand, only to have all fear and then some come flooding back when he grabbed her by the throat.

"You will love me," he said, choking her relentlessly.

Lisa couldn't speak. She closed her eyes tightly, willing for the pain to be over, willing for unconiousness to overtake her. She opened her eyes to look at her now abusive boyfriend, finding a mixture of anger and lust in his eyes. Her head was filling with many different emotions and possibilities of escape, rapidly subsiding due to the lack of oxygen. She then remembered the golden rule that her mother had told her that would always work for an escape act, at least with a man.

She kicked him hard in the groin.

He let go of her, doubling over in pain, mumbling curse words.

Lisa quickly grabbed her purse and rushed out the door, as fast as her legs could take her.

This lead Lisa to be here, awake with a wet pillow at 1 AM. She needed to get her sleep in for classes tommorrow, but there was one major problem.

He was going to be there.

She tried to push that thought out of her mind, all she had to do was avoid him at all costs. It was a medical school, right? Countless numbers of students wandered the campus, so she would have little to no trouble hiding. But when she returned home that evening, he could show up, and that just may be the end of Lisa Cuddy.

Lisa was awoken by her alarm clock, and sleepily fumbled with it until it was successfully turned off. Her cheek was unusually sore, and all the memories of the previous night came flooding back when she rubbed the sore spot. She got out of bed and walked to the bathroom.

She gasped at the bruise that was starting to form on her cheek. No problem, all she had to do was wear extra makeup, right?

She grabbed two towels and procceded to take a shower.

After all her morning hygiene was finished, she got on her mini skirt and pink V shaped tanktop. She grabbed her backpack and left for med school.

When she arrived on campus, she looked around frantically for any signs of Caleb. Seeing none, Lisa pulled her schedule out of her pocket. Her first class didn't start till 8:30, so she had forty minutes to just be lazy around campus.

Of course, that was going to be hard knowing that her abusive boyfriend went to the same school as her.

She went to a bench and got out her biology book, beginning to study. After a while she was so engulfed in the book that she didn't hear footsteps quickly approaching her.

She yelped slightly when someone grabbed her hand. She looked up to see Caleb, staring angrily at her.

She mentally cursed herself for going to a bench in a deserted area.

"What the hell was last night about?" he asked angrily, pulling her off the bench by her hand.

This time, Lisa fought back. "I should be asking you that!" she yelled at him.

He laughed, humorless. "It's your fault; if you wouldn't have struggled and just gave in, you wouldn't have been slapped."

He pulled her in for a hard kiss, and she struggled against him. She immediatley went into fight mode.

She used her free arm to slap him, and kicked him again in the groin. He yelled in pain, doubling over again.

Apparently he didn't learn.

Lisa quickly grabbed her book, then ran away toward the main campus.

But when she turned around, Caleb was running after her.

She quickened her pace, ignoring her body's protests for rest. She hadn't ran like this in a long time.

She turned many corners, alomst running into a million people with breathless "Sorry" and "Excuse me"s being muttered to them.

She looked back to see if he was still chasing her, relieved to see him nowhere. All of a sudden, she ran into something hard infront of her, knocking her down.

When she finally regained her breath, she looked up to see who she ran into.

The young man she ran into was also knocked down by the impact. He quickly got up, offering his hand to her.

She grabbed it, hauling herself up, still panting. Before she could say anything, she was stunned by the man before her.

He had brown, somewhat curly hair, a cute face, and intoxicating electric blue eyes. She was speechless.

"I'm so sorry," he said, smiling, "I wasn't looking where I was going."

Lisa shook her head, "No, no, it's my fault. I shouldn't have been running like that."

She smiled sweetly at him, in which he graciously returned. He held out his hand, "Oh, I didn't introduce myself. Gregory House."

She took his hand and said, "Lisa Cuddy. Pleasure to meet you."

They both started walking together in the direction in which Lisa was previously running.

"So, why were you running so fast? Late for class?" Lisa's new friend asked. "My class doesn't start for a while," she said, then frowned deeply. Greg noticed.

"Why so gloomy?" he said, reaching out a hand to squeeze her shoulder affectionatley. Lisa couldn't explain it, but she felt a sudden tingling sensation in her stomach at his touch.

"It's....nothing," she said sadly.

"Yes, it is," he said teasingly. He poked her in her side, bringing a small giggle out of her.

"You sure are friendly for someone I just met. I bet you have plenty of friends," she smiled.

He frowned slightly. "Actually, no."

She gaped. "Are you serious? You're too nice and handsome to not have friends," she giggled slightly, blushing after using the word "handsome".

He blushed slightly, too. "Well, you'd think so, but I guess i'm too shy. It's like a social phobia, you know?" Lisa nodded.

"Then why did you suddenly take an interest in talking to me?"

"What are you supposed to do when you get knocked over by someone? Run away like a scared kid?"

Lisa giggled at his humor. "You could have cursed me out for knocking you over, like any sane person."

Greg smiled, "No, It wasn't your fault. Which brings me back to my earlier question, what were you running from?"

Lisa's smile turned into a frown again. "I...don't want to talk about it."

"Of course you do, it will make you feel better," he said, poking Lisa again.

She sighed. "Okay. But could we go somewhere private?"

"Sure."

They found a cozy spot under a tree. "Now, spill it, gertrude." Lisa laughed whole-heartedly. She couldn't explain this feeling, as if she's known Greg for years. The tingle in her stomach, what does it mean? It was like when she first met Caleb...

She sighed. "I...have a not-so-nice boyfriend."

Greg squeezed her hand sympthetically. "And? Tell me what happened."

"I went to his apartment last night, and we watched TV together. He wanted to make....love, but I told him I wasn't ready, and he slapped me. He grabbed my neck, but I was able to kick him and get away before any real damage was done. And now, he's out to get me." Lisa sighed.

"How dare him," Greg hissed. "No man should abuse a beautiful woman like you." Lisa blushed again.

"Thanks, and you're not so bad yourself," she teased, trying to lighten the mood. He chuckled.

He ran a hand through her black locks. "I'll protect you. I woudn't dare let him hurt you." Lisa smiled, the tingling feeling getting stronger. She noticed the space in between them getting smaller, but as their lips were mere inches apart, a loud 'HEY!" got their attention, both turning their heads to the owner of the loud greeting.

Lisa gasped as she saw Caleb running toward them. "That's him." she whispered, fear ingulfing her. She felt a sudden grip on her arm, only finding herself being hauled up by Greg. "C'mon, let's go."

Lisa willingly obliged as they both ran towards the entrance of the campus. When they both were inside, Greg locked to door to the entrance, leaving Caleb smashing into it, falling to the floor.

Laughing echoed in the hallway by the students who saw it. Lisa sighed, relieved, and looked at her watch. "Crap, I'm gonna be late for class," she said. "Thank you," she said to Greg, hugging him briefly.

"No problem."

When she was halfway down the corridor, Greg called to her. "Hey!"

She turned around, looking at him questioningly.

A moment of silence passed before Greg spoke up.

"Would you like to have lunch later?"

Lisa smiled warmly then answered, "I'd love to."