All good things must come to an end. Cuddy was lucky she wasn't dead, but the minute that creature curled into her lap it sealed her fate. And now she could only wait…because the harbinger of death had come. Maybe she wasn't dead, but she is dying.

"Nurse! Get this damn cat out of the way!" House poked the pristine white cat with his cane and its blue eyes stared up at House. It didn't move an inch from Cuddy's side.

With a look of sorrow in his eyes, House stared at the critically injured Cuddy. Her right leg was in a cast and her abdomen wrapped in bandages. Her once beautiful, clear skin was now covered in the ugliest of bruises.

Subconsciously, House ran a hand through Cuddy's hair which was still matted with blood. She looked so calm lying there in the hospital bed, the white sheets covering her in an angelic style. She was so beautiful…but so nearly dead. House could see her eyes moving under her eyelids.

REM sleep… House thought. I wonder what she is dreaming about.

(Flashback)

Cuddy was on the road in her new Pontiac Grand Prix. Ok, so it was a little sporty for Cuddy, but for some reason…it just struck her. She liked it and not only that but it reminded her of her college years. She had a car just like this one then with a midnight blue color and a sporty body style.

She was exuberant when she signed her name on the papers that would make this car hers. It was like a blast from the past. But she got it in a four door…just in case she was pregnant or if having a baby ever happened.

Cuddy was so excited while she drove the streets of Princeton in her brand new car. There was nothing like taking a day off just to go shopping because you want to. And she needed it; it had been a while since she'd spent some time just having fun. She was driving down a highway when it happened.

There was no time to react. No time to even think. One minute Cuddy is in her new car and the next minute she isn't. There was a police chase going on the same road that Cuddy was driving on. She didn't know, it wasn't her fault, she didn't even see them coming. The suspect made a stupid move and at an excess of 100c mph, she slammed into the back of Cuddy's car.

Despite it being a new car, the seat belt failed and came undone suddenly. That was a lawsuit waiting to happen. But Cuddy was thrown through the windshield and onto the busy street about 10 feet from her car.

House hoped that she was dreaming pleasantly, but he had no clue that this was the only thing being played over and over again in her sedated mind. She just kept reliving that accident.

(End flashback)

Instead of a nurse coming into Cuddy's room in the ICU, an old female doctor with dying blonde hair came in. "Is something the matter, Dr. House?"

"Get this cat out of here." He said plainly. House had always hated cats, or any pet in general.

"Oh no." The old doctor whispered to herself. "This can't be…this simply cannot be."

House stared at the doctor as if she'd lost her mind. "What are you talking about, Dr. Randolph?"

She shook her frail head warily. "That cat is the harbinger of death, Dr. House. Frostfur predicts patients' deaths. She's never been wrong. In the last four hours of their life, Frostfur stays by their side and refuses to leave. She's going to die, Dr. House, Dr. Cuddy is going to die."

House was the typical skeptic that he was. If it didn't make sense, then it simply wasn't possible. "No cat can predict death. It doesn't make sense. Cuddy isn't going to die. Once we find that mysterious bleed, she'll be fine."

Currently, Cuddy was being given constant transfusions due to a mystery bleed. She was bleeding out, but no one could seem to find where it was. It was frustrating, but House had his team on it. Cuddy would be just fine, House just knew it.

Dr. Randolph laughed. "You are naïve, Dr. House. Nothing has to make sense for it to be true. Look at the cases that you take on—"

"They may not make sense at first," House retorted. "But they always do eventually."

"Eventually…" Dr. Randolph said quietly. "Frostfur will make sense to you eventually. She will be featured in the New England Journal of Medicine next month. We've studied her for years. She has never been wrong. Like a doctor, she makes her rounds here in the ICU, but she always stays with those who are going to die."

"You old age is getting to you."

"Try as you might to deny it, Dr. House. Not everything has to make sense for it to be true. You can pretend it isn't true, but in four hours when she is gone don't then tell me that I was right. If you don't believe in fate, then change Cuddy's. But you only have four hours to do it." Dr. Randolph nodded a goodbye and left.

House stood there, perplexed by what he was told. No matter how much of a skeptic he was, part of him felt that nagging anxiety that maybe it was true. Just maybe…

Within a few minutes, House found himself in the hospital's library. He managed to locate some of the written studies done by Dr. Randolph on this cat, Frostfur. She had predicted 100 deaths so far and she was only 3 years old. The cat was found wondering the hospital grounds and was brought in and raised in the ICU.

Every word that House read from this study was undeniably accurate. This cat could predict death. There were even personal accounts signed by patient's relatives on this cat. Some viewed it as a gatekeeper and many saw her as the harbinger of death.

But House was finding it hard to abandon his skepticism. For Cuddy's sake, he just might have to. These numbers didn't lie. But to House there had to be something more to it. If Cuddy were to live, House knew he'd have to outrun death, and death was impending in four hours.

House may make jokes about Cuddy's 'fun bags' and defy her every word, but there is something, a secret, within himself that he'd never admit to anyone. No one could know. Even Wilson wasn't too sure, but House loved Cuddy. Something he'd never say, but felt. And now he was regretting never having said it.

House tapped his cane on the floor. "House!" Chase's voice called from behind him. "I've got the test results!"

House turned around. "And?"

There was a pause and Foreman, Cameron, and Chase looked around at each other. "We still can't find it." Foreman admitted.

"It's like a phantom bleed." Cameron added.

"It's there somewhere." House said sternly. "Find it."

"We looked." Foreman argued. "It's not there."

"Well test results wouldn't indicate bleeding if it wasn't there, now would it?" House growled sarcastically.

"Then how are we going to find it?" Cameron asked.

"CT scan each organ system one by one."

"That could take all day!" Chase exclaimed.

"Cut 'all day' to four hours."

Foreman scoffed. "And how the hell do you expect us to do that!"

"I'm not expecting you to do it, I'm telling you to."

"If you want it done in four hours, then you can come help." Foreman was more than unhappy about this arraignment. Cameron and Chase just stood in stunned silence.

"I'll send Wilson to help." House said stolidly.

Cameron gasped. "This is Cuddy we are talking about! If you even care about her at all, you'd help her no matter what."

House stared at Cameron. He declined to help because he feared that someone would figure it out. Figure him out to be exact. But right now, he just looked heartless. "I'll be there in five minutes." House mumbled before walking past the team.

"Uhh…" Chase said. "Did he actually agree to help? Or am I dreaming?"

"I know." Cameron scratched her head. "If we're dreaming, this is a really good dream."

Foreman ushered them along. "Dreaming or not let's take the help anyway that we can get it."

House walked to the end of the hall and stopped. Doctors and nurses walked past him without a second glance, but for a moment, Dr. Gregory House's world came to a standstill. He remembered what Cuddy told him and he couldn't forget it.

(flashback)

House was down in the ER five minutes before Cuddy was even wheeled in by the paramedics. But when she did come through the door, House was the first one by her side. He kept up with the rapidly moving paramedics at a surprising speed.

Cuddy was only semiconscious, but she knew House was there. "I need you to promise me…"

"That you won't die? Ok, you're not going to die. I promise." There was a hint of humor in House's voice.

"Promise me, House. Promise me that if I die—"

Sorry, but you won't be finding out the promise anytime soon! Thanks for reading. This is my first "large scale" Huddy fic, so I hope I'm doing well. I got the inspiration for this story after reading about that cat in that hospice that can predict death.

Can Cuddy be saved? In the coming chapters, discover the promise that House must keep, the secret that Cuddy is holding, and the torrid affair between the two. Please R and R!!!