** Okay, this is my first attempt to write a Huddy fanfic story and actually had the courage to post for public scrutiny, although, I do write some short stories before for my school paper. So, please be gentle a bit when you do your own brand of criticism.

This follows events of the crappy Finale Episode, "MOVING ON."

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING. Just borrowing characters we loved for 7 years that were created by David Shore and Company.

CHAPTER 1 – MOVING ON

There was a loud crash sound that can be heard suddenly from the living room through the laughter they were having on their conversation with her sister, Julia, her husband, Eric and the new guy, Jerry that Julia invited for a simple dinner.

Everyone went to check what the commotion was about and saw that a car was wrecked inside what was once known as Cuddy's dining room. Now, all that can be seen were tiny remnants of the room that they had dinner with a few minutes ago.

Cuddy immediately recognized the car and the person behind the wheel trying to get out amidst the destructions. She zoomed in on his facial expression that were showing variety of emotions but above all those emotions, she can see the deep hurt that he was trying to hide behind his blue eyes. She saw House coming out of the car with difficulty holding his cane and something else that she can't recognized yet from the side of the room that she was in.

The man that she just talked to this afternoon at her hospital lobby and whom she still can't forget the resigned expression when he told her that it wasn't her fault was approaching her slowly and looking directly at her eyes. She saw that he was limping more pronouncedly towards her and knows that he was hurting from the car crash but was trying his hardest to hide that painful fact.

House lifted his hands inches above Cuddy's face and held towards her a hairbrush that she instantly recognized as the one she left behind his apartment. With shaking hands, and without conscious thoughts, she accepted it from him and felt that jolt of electrify that she always experience every time their bodies touched even in the slightest contact. And without further ado, House just about-faced from her and slowly walked out from her house leaving Cuddy and the other people with no choice but to just still stare in shocked behind his limping form.

Cuddy, on auto-pilot still holding the hairbrush with shaking hands moved slowly and stared at House who was more or less trying his best to run away from the scene as fast as his limping leg will allow. She was above all so confused as to what prompted him to do such an act that if she was thinking more clearly, will fall as an attempt to physically hurt her and 3 more people along with her precious daughter, Rachel who thankfully was currently taking a nap on her room at the far end of her house.

With all these confusing thoughts, she failed to see how House passed by Wilson and said something she didn't hear and Wilson just stared at his best friend's limping form, too.

It took like 5 minutes before Cuddy was able to react and then had the ability to call out and speak.

"House!" She called out but she just saw him continue to walk with his cane.

"HOUSE.." A bit louder this time and more panic evident on her voice when he wouldn't even dare to glance at her for a second.

"Greg, please…" She immediately saw him stopped on his tracks but did not turn around. His head was hanging low and looking at his shoes but he didn't keep from moving farther away.

Cuddy approached the man she still loved carefully and stopped a few feet behind him. She addressed him again. "House, please. Look at me."

House, try as he might can't ignore it when his own body betrayed him and had no choice but to obey to the summon he got from the one woman he truly loves. He turns around and looked intensely at her eyes that were showing a sea of emotions right that moment. He saw that she was still shaking a bit holding her hairbrush and that tears were beginning to form at her eyes. He wanted nothing but to hold her close and tell her that he was truly sorry by his impulsive behavior. He wanted to bury his face on her neck and lose himself once again on the protective security he felt every time they were locked in an embrace. But, he knows he has no right to do so now and that he'll probably never will be able to do it again after all the horrible things that he just did to her. His mind was still racing with the possible scenarios of possibly hurting her a few minutes ago and is cursing himself for them. He was staring blankly at Cuddy's face and was only left out of his reverie when he felt her shaking left hand on his arm.

He looked back at her when he heard her worried voice, "Are you okay?"

House couldn't help it but passed a dark emotion on his face when he recognized her concern on her voice after all he did and could have done to her. He couldn't believe that she was still worried about his well-being. This woman never ceases to amaze him and while on several occasions, he took pride in knowing that she was and will always be showing some care towards him, right this moment, he didn't appreciate it. All he can think about is anger towards himself more and he lashed out to Cuddy instead.

"WHAT DO YOU CARE, ANYWAY?"

Cuddy retrieved her hold on his arm and answered. "You know, I will always care, House."

"Well, don't be. I don't want you…" House started to say but was cut off by Cuddy.

"What just happened? What were you thinking?"

House with all the bitterness in the world just scoffed and looked back at her. "WHAT? You're asking me what just happened. Jesus, Cuddy. Is that all you can think about of asking me after what I did?" He couldn't believe that he was hearing these non-sense questions from her. He was expecting more rage on her part but instead, all he can see now is genuine concern.

"I know what you did was beyond limits and the stupidest thing you did so far. But, I want to know what prompted you to do this?" Cuddy answered him on her best monotone voice.

House didn't answer her but just kept looking right through her. He saw that Wilson was looking at them several feet behind Cuddy. He wanted to run away and to never be seen again by his two best friends. It hurts to see their concern behind their eyes after all the things he did. He knows he didn't deserve them. He needs to find a way to get out of this scene now as soon as possible. Hell, he can't even fathom to his own self why he did what he just did. It's as if, his mind went blank after seeing Cuddy smiling at the new guy at her house and seemed to be having a great time when deep inside, all he can feel were pain and misery.

And so, he said what he thought was best for him to say right that moment that will also guarantee his quickest exit. "I'm sorry." He apologized and stared directly at Cuddy's eyes which he saw widen after hearing his words. "Take care, Cuddy." He bent down towards her and kissed her on her forehead and whispered words in a foreign language that he wants to say to her but has no courage to say it in a manner that will make her comprehend his innermost feelings towards her. "Mamahalin kita, magpakailanman. Paalam, sinta ko."

With that, a cab passed by and he immediately hailed it to stop and got inside in record time, ordering the man to drive as fast as he can that will bring him as far away as possible from the people he cared the most.

Thoughts? Is this worth continuing or not? REMEMBER, BE "GENTLE", okay?

** I'm not so sure about this. But, I think, sometime in Season 3, House might have mentioned that he stayed in the Philippines (my country) for a while when his father was stationed here. And so, I thought to use that fact when he whispered those Tagalog words to Cuddy. In English, it means, "I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU. GOODBYE, MY LOVE."

** Complete English Translation of this Huddy fanfic story title is, "MOVING ON TO WHERE?"

Thank you for reading,

Helen