(AN) Hey everyone. Hope you enjoy this story, one shot? please review! This story just like popped into my head a couple days ago and so i decided to get it down, if you like, REVIEW! Dont own House or Cuddy, or anything that David shore came up with first. Only own the delivery man!

Care:

1. To be concerned or interested: Once inside, we didn't care whether it rained or not. 2. To provide needed assistance or watchful supervision: cared for the wounded; caring for an aged relative at home. 3. To object or mind 4. a. To have a liking or attachment: b. To have a wish; be inclined: v.tr. 1. To wish; desire: 2. To be concerned to the degree of:

Her head was killing her, she hadnt gotten a decent nights sleep and she could hardly walk.

She rolled around on her bed so she could be facing the clock. 10 AM the clock read in annoyingly bright red numbers that hurt her eyes when she looked at them.

She coughed slightly and pulled the cover over her head. Her eyes slowly closed and she thought maybe I can finally rest. When she heard an obnoxious, loud banging on her door. She knew who it was right off the bat.

House.

She pulled the blanket over her head more revealing her finely polished dark red toes, Hoping he would think she wasnt at home and got the idea. Yet again she knew deep down inside House was NEVER going to give up, so she just curled up and waited until she heard her door unlock which meant he had found the spare key...again.

She heard his uneven footsteps walk around her house, his cane thumping up and down in an even pattern.

He walked (more like limped) to her bedroom door and stopped. She didnt hear him knock, she only heard his heavy breaths.

He is listening to see if im in here.

She tried to hold her breath, but since she was sick, that didnt work as planned. She coughed and squeezed her eyes shut.

The door opened with a loud creek, and he walked inside. Her breathing got heavier because, one person can only stay under a heap of covers for so long, And she was nervous. Nervous that he would say something like "My god Lisa, you look horrible." Or "You stink." Furthermore making her feel worse than she already felt.

She felt the end of her bed slowly go downwards in a dip. He was sitting on her bed which made her feel unconfortable, then again she was always unconfortable when it came to him. She felt something touch her toes, his hands. His rugged, rough hands were playfully tickling her toes, and she couldnt help but giggle. She felt like she was 7 again.

The hardness of his hands left her toes, and she felt the blanket slowly get pulled down towards the end of the bed. She was exhausted, so she didnt fight back. She didnt fight to stay covered because she was too tired, too emotionaly and physically tired to do anything, but sleep.

In a matter of seconds, she was fully exposed. Her eyes were still closed, but she felt his eyes on her, watching her to see if she was really unconsious and dreaming about a different life. He knew better.

"You're sick." House whispered.

She meerely nodded because it hurt to talk, her throat was sore and he didnt need an answer.

She felt a cool hand on her forehead and groaned, she was sweating which meant she had a fever. Which also meant she couldnt go back to work for another 24 hours.

"You have a fever. Are you hungry? You havent eaten."

Why was he acting like he cared, why is he trying to take care of me?

She slowly opened her eyes to look at him even though it hurt, she had to know why he was acting this way.

"Aha! knew you were awake the entire time. Now you must be starving, and its like the Zahara desert in here, so lets get you up to the couch."

She studied him as he went through her drawers looking for God knows what. He was wearing a black T-shirt and had a pair of dark jeans on, His eyes were bright as usual and he had a playful smirk playing on his lips.

He pulled out a matching pair of underwear and a bra, it was her favorite pair actually, red with lace. Simple yet sexy.

"You need to get out of those heat producing clothes, why dont you change into these?"

In fact she DID need to get out of her clothes, she was wearing sweat pants and a large PPTH sweater. She just wasnt going to Just wear her undergarments, especially when HE was around.

She shook her head no.

"No. Will you please leave my room so I can change into proper clothing?"

His smirk got bigger and bigger.

"So she does speak! And yeah i'll leave as soon as you tell me what you would like to grub on."

She rolled her eyes, sat up leaning on the pillow against her bed board and shook her head.

"I dont care, just get me something without meat."

He nodded and limped towards her door, He twisted the know but suddenly stopped. He turned to look at her as she slowly pulled her legs off the bed.

"Just call me if you would need some help, you know... changing." He wiggled his eyesbrows and walked out.

It hurt to walk, she was out of it from the meds she took earlier. She walked to her drawers and pulled out a black spaghetti strap top and a pair of light cotton pants. She went to her bathroom and washed her face with cool water and let her hair out of its messy ponytail she had it in all night.

Lisa left her sanctuary for the past 18 hours and walked into her living room where House sat feet on the coffee table watching a re-run of General Hospital. He turned and looked at her, he didnt say anything but nodded approvingly and turned his attention back to her 32 inch Plasma TV. She sat on the other side of the couch and waited for him to say something. When nothing came out of his mouth she decided to break the ice.

"Why?" She whispered.

He looked at her and said nothing his blue eyes examining her and watching as she tried to look anywhere but at him.

"Why what?" He asked even though she knew he knew what she was asking.

"Why are you here, trying to take care of me? Im perfectly able to take care of myself.."

He smirked.

"Then tell me why there is no food in your fridge, or tell me when was the last time you actually sat down and did something that YOU felt like doing, something that made YOU smile?"

She just stared at him...still not understanding why of all people Gregory House was trying to take care of her.

"Look," He said knowing she still didnt understand. "You dont take care of yourself, and now you're sick, so I figured someone has to check up on you, why not myself?"

She nodded and looked away.

"Well, Its just very un-House like of you, thats all. Uhm...I guess I should be thanking you...so Thanks." Cuddy said fiddling with the strap on her top.

"No problem sugar lips." She looked up and he was smiling at the TV, knowing that she was caught off guard.

She was unconfortable, maybe letting him help her was a bad idea, maybe she should have him leave and pretend this never happened,

But then again...she kind of enjoyed nice, caring (in his own way) House.

She stared at him unconsiously when the doorbell interrupted her trance. She stood to get it only to be lightly pushed back onto the couch by House.

He shook his head disapprovingly and limped towards the door. She leaned over the couch and watched as he smiled and took the brown bag from the delivering man and paid him the money. He leaned against the door and closed it. She leaned back over the couch and acted as if she wasnt watching him.

"Here." He sat the brown bag that smelled delicious down on her coffee table and walked into her kitchen.

Lisa pulled three boxes out that steamed and set them on her couch. She opened one that contained what looked like Vegetable stir fry. That was probably hers. The other two containers held something that looked like Shrimp fried rice, and the other looked like sweet and sour chicken.

House walked out with two glasses, one with what looked like orange juice and the other with milk.

"So, dig in, and you better eat all of it because those Chinese people are'nt cheap!"

Cuddy smiled for the first time that day and took a bite of a mushroom. He watched her eat and smirked, she finally was giving into his acts of kindness. House and Cuddy sat in a some-what confortable scilence as they ate and watched General Hospital.

After they were finished, House took the trash and dishes into the kitchen and came back with a movie in his hand.

"Before I came here, I decided to pick up a few movies and now that I know you're sick, and im not planning on leaving anytime soon...we are going to watch a movie."

Cuddy nodded. "What movie?"

House smirked. "Baby Mama!" He put the movie on and sat down closer to her than before. He was rubbing his leg, and he had a slight look of disconfort painted on his face.

"House, are you okay?" He nodded and popped a vicodin into his mouth like it was a freaking M&M.

"Shhhh! Its starting!" He watched the screen like it was a porno, he must have really wanted to see that movie.

He lifted his legs so that they were on top of hers and he leaned back on the sofa. Cuddy watched the movie and about an hour into it, she heard snoring. House was out cold and she was getting tired too.

She got up and left the room, comming back 5 minutes later with a blanket. Lisa set the blanet on top of him and stroked his hair.

"Thank you Greg."

Lisa walked out of the living room and went to her room where she fell into a deep sleep dreaming about a certain someone in the other room.

I learned the hard way That they all say Things you want to hear And my heavy heart sinks deep down under you and Your twisted words, Your help just hurts You are not what I thought you were Hello to high and dry