A/N: Ik I still have other stories to update and I will I promise, but I just had to post this lol. I'd like to thank my beta AND co-writer not - lupus . everybody - lies for helping make sense of my story and adding and changing things lol please enjoy
Disclaimer: I don't own House (sulks in coner)
A single brown glove lay on his mantle. Occasionally, he'd take it and stare at it for hours. Sometimes he'd drink, but he's tried to stop, for her sake, for his sake. Plus, she would have wanted him to, if she was still there. That glove had been there, for 7 years now. That's how long she'd be gone: seven, long, miserable, terrible years. At least he had her though. The one she left behind. He never blamed her for her death. He merely blamed himself; he could have protected both of them if he had just been there.
"Daddy," A young girl said sitting on his lap as he looked at the glove again, "Who's glove is that?" She asked curiously.
He was still alive because of her. If he didn't have to - want to - take care of her he could have given up on life. Drunken himself to death seven years ago.
"Someone very special," He answered simply putting the glove back on the mantle. He sighed and smiled at the little girl on his left leg. "I might have to work tonight. You don't mind a babysitter right?" He asked her.
"Will it be Mr. Lawrence?" The girl asked energetically.
"Is he your usual babysitter?" He asked the girl. She just nodded, still not understanding sarcasm. "Well then who do you think is going to babysit you?"
"Yay," The girl cheered ecstatically, "You're the best daddy ever."
"You only say that when you want something," He said looking down at her. They then heard a car horn outside. "Well you have to go to school, be good alright, Rachel?" The girl nodded and kissed her father on the cheek.
She ran to door after grabbing her backpack and stopped for a moment. She turned to her father once more. "I love you, daddy." He let a small smile escape his lips and the little girl ran outside to the winter snow to greet her friends and go off to school.
He said down once more and looked at the glove. He caressed it remembering the foul night all those years ago. Before he could go into deep thought there was a knock at his door and his best friend came in, catching him for what felt like the thousandth time looking at the old glove.
"House, let's get to work." Wilson said. He walked up to House and put a hand on his shoulder. "It wasn't your fault you know." He stated. "She didn't die because of you and hey we don't know. Maybe she's still alive somewhere."
"Who," House asked deflecting. "Is it someone who mattered?"
Wilson just shook his head. "I'll be waiting in the car." He said walking up to the door and pausing to turn to his friend. "You never know House, she might still be alive somewhere."
House ignored his friend. She was missing for seven years, of course she was dead. It was obvious. He let out a sigh and examined the glove once more. He read the name on the tag; she always was a neat, controlling freak. Lisa Cuddy, the tag read in worn out ink. He put the glove back on the mantle and walked out to join his friend.
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It was starting to near lunch and ER was actually calm. A blonde, Australian, male doctor came down to pick his wife up for Lunch. He waved hello to a few nurses and doctors and walked up to a blonde haired female with her hair in a pony tail.
"Hold on Chase, let me just finish up with this one patient." She told him. She turned back to the patient. "Alright Mrs. Anderson, come back next week to change your cast and you're free to go." She smiled.
"Thank you Dr. Cameron," The woman said and got into the wheelchair and was pushed out by her husband.
"Ready to go," Chase asked her as she walked up to the desk and give the folder to the nurse.
"Yeah let's go," Cameron said as she and Chase began to walk out. "Oh wait I have to ask Brenda something," Cameron snapped her fingers. She and Chase went back to the Clinic. Cameron then stopped in her tracks.
"Kevin Mendez, exam room 3," A nurse called out as she looked expectantly at the crowd. A woman with sad blue eyes and curly brown hair stood up with a young boy and they walked over to the nurse. Cameron made eye contact with the lady and walked closer, Chase following close behind.
"I need to use the washroom. You can go into the room by yourself, can't you?" She asked the young boy hopefully.
"I don't know, Maria..." Kevin said unsure of what would happen without his nanny.
"Don't worry, you will be safe without your mom," the nurse said kindly as she guided him towards the exam room.
"She is my nanny, but ok," He said with a small smile as he waved goodbye to the lady who was left standing by the nurse's station.
Maria walked over to the office with the words, "Dr. Meryl Simpson, Dean of Medicine"
She looked through the blinds and saw an older lady sitting behind a familiar desk in a familiar room. Tears came to her eyes as she longed to go back in time. Back to when everything was the way it should be.
"Excuse me? Dr. Lisa Cuddy?" Cameron asked hesitantly as she walked with Chase behind the woman.
The woman turned around and looked at the pair of doctors with a frightened look that read, "please, no."
"No, my name is Maria. I am sorry," She paused as she bit her lip and averted eye contact, "You, must have me confused with someone else." Maria finished, and Cameron could tell she was lying.
"Lisa, please - we have been looking for you for seven years! Don't play games, we all want you back - working in that office, and being an amazing doctor," Cameron begged.
"Allison, what are you doing? She said she wasn't Cuddy," Chase said confused.
"She is lying, right?" She asked as she looked at Maria in the eyes, "You really are Cuddy, aren't you?"
Just then the elevator doors opened, and a familiar doctor stepped out. Maria caught his eye, and he did a double-take. It can't be... he thought as he began limping as fast as he could in their direction.
Maria saw him, and panicked. He couldn't see her, not now - she wouldn't be able to handle it.
"I-I have to go, Kevin should be out anytime soon," Maria said quickly as she pulled a small folded piece of paper out of her worn out jacket and dropped it carelessly to the floor before turning around and walking briskly to the clinic.
Cameron watched as the lady she swore was her old boss walked away before bending down and picking up the piece of paper. It was slightly worn, and she guessed Cuddy had kept it with her for more than a couple of weeks.
She gasped in shock as she read the two words on the small piece of paper.
"Was that who I thought it was?" House asked as he joined the two outside of the Dean of Medicine's office.
Cameron just nodded and handed him the note before whispering, "She needs us."
House looked down at the note and felt a feeling in the pit of his stomach. He didn't know what it was, but he didn't like it. Staring at the two words he had to say them out loud to prove to himself they were real, "Help Me."
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