Oh my god...how am I going to tell him? Oh, how am I ever going to tell him...

Lisa Cuddy sat on her bed, trembling in the cold winter air that was blowing annoyingly through her dorm window. She had her hands clamped painfully around her shoulders, ghosts of attempting to rub away the cold, but she had finally figured that she was going to feel cold anyway. She felt strangely breathless, even though she hadn't moved for over forty-five minutes.

He's going to hate me...he's going to hate me worse than the professors...

She knew this was all her fault. It was her senior year of college. She had been accepted to a great medical school in Michigan, and so had Greg. She was so happy about that, but then her 21st birthday just had to come around, and Greg had just had to be there. Well, why wouldn't he? It was her birthday...she could finally drink. And he would be leaving for Michigan sooner than she was...Unfortunately, someone as good looking as House and something as unstable as a bottle of tequila didn't exactly add up. She couldn't have been more furious with herself. This baby would ruin everything...She was stupid to blame the baby. It was not her fault...her? His? Its?

She heard a knock on the door, loud and rapping. It was Jenna, coming back from a party, no doubt. And Cuddy betted 50 bucks that she would be as wasted as...as a doctor-in-training on her 21st birthday with another attractive doctor-in-training.

She pinched herself angrily.

Cuddy hear giggling outside and the sound of slurred goodbyes as Jenna, her roommate and best friend, stumbled through the door.

"Hey Lisazzz..." she slurred. "Wutcha doinupsuhlite?" Cuddy didn't even bother answering. Jenna sat down on the bed next to her, jiggling the bed annoyingly. She wrapped her arms around her and smiled.

"You're ma best freenndd," she said groggily, her breath reeking of alcohol. Cuddy peeled off her fingers, disgusted.

"Where have you been?" she snapped. Jenna blinked slowly.

"Where do you think?" she asked. Cuddy rolled her eyes and went over to the corner of the room, where she sat in a chair.

"I have too much to think about without you bursting in bloody drunk. I mean, you might as well have had a lamp shade on your head!" snapped Cuddy. She massaged her temples and ran her fingers through her hair. She stood up in a sudden surge of energy and walked monotonously out the door and down the hall. She was going to tell him...oh God...she would tell him and he would hate her. She stood in front of the door, looking at the door with an ominous sense of dread. She brushed a lock of curly dark brown hair behind her air and knocked on the door firmly. One...two...three...

The door clicked open to reveal Greg's roommate.

"Hey, James," said Cuddy softly. "Is Greg there?"

"Uh...yeah, he is. Do you want to come in?" he asked politely.

"N-no, I just...uh...it's urgent, James, please?"

Wilson nodded. "One sec."

He went back into Greg's room where Cuddy saw him sitting there, but she acted dumb, and twiddled her thumbs casually, and stared at the ground. She heard the bassy rumbling of the two men talking, before he came out to meet her, shutting the door behind him. She felt his hands at her hips, and his lips on hers before she could even stop it. She moaned softly before pushing him gently away.

"Hey, Lisa," he whispered. "What's up?"

"I..." The words caught in her throat. "I have to..." She cleared her throat nervously.

"Really?" asked House, sarcastically. She looked up into his gorgeous face with hopelessness. Seeing her pained expression, his face changed into a look of genuine sincerity. His grip on her waist tightened, and his blue eyes shone with concern.

"Lisa, what's wrong?" he asked. "Is it school? Jenna?"

"N-no...it's nothing like that," she whispered. She pushed her face into his warm chest, basking in his comforting embrace, as his arms wrapped around her. He kissed the top of her head paternally before brushing away the tears that fell from her gray eyes. In that moment, Cuddy realized that she loved House too much to let a baby get in the way. She would put it up for adoption (she had always been against abortion) and no one would ever need to know. Not even the father.

She looked up into his blue eyes and smiled.

"It's nothing," she whispered. "I just needed to be with you for a while."

"Are you sure?" he asked, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

"Just...stress. You know...mid-terms and stuff."

He looked at her suspiciously for a minute, before nodding.

"I'm fine now, though," said Cuddy quickly. "Thanks."

He smiled and gave her a kiss on the lips before returning to his room. It wasn't until she returned to her own dorm room that she burst into tears.