Hey guys, this is my second story! Hope you guys like it as much as the first! I got some amazing reviews for the last one and I'm so grateful!

This story is again about House and Cuddy and their crazy relationship! First part is only short, but thought the last line was a great place to end for now lol!

It starts during season 6, episode 9! Enjoy and please comment! Thanks!

"Do I even want to know?" Wilson asked as he rubbed his tired eyes and looked up from his desk.

"What? Cuddy's password? It's partypants456. Didn't take me long to discover her new one from the original partypants123." House answered sitting down on Wilson's couch in his office.

Wilson pointed to his own eye and sighed.

"Oh this!" House mocked pointing to his bruised eye. His nose was throbbing and eyebrow cut as well. "Who would have thought the Aussies have one hell of a right hook."

"Chase hit you? Seriously?"

House remained silent and watched Wilson's realisation. It started out as shock then changed to a gentle smirk and nod of the head.

"That's interesting."
"I have a fractured nose and a busted eye. How is that interesting?"
"No, your injuries are purely boring."
"Thanks."
"Just stating what you would say. What's interesting is the boy who would do everything you said a couple of years ago is now the man who just pelted you one. You going to fire him?"
"No."
"You seen Cuddy yet?"
"Next port of call." House replied standing up and leaving Wilson's office.

Cuddy was exhausted. She had one of the longest days she could remember having worked non-stop since she got to the hospital. She hadn't felt well all day either and decided to take this opportunity to head home early. Just as she was leaving she had heard rumours about Chase hitting House. She sighed annoyed and made her way back to her office.

As she pushed open her door she took in a short breath at the sight of House sitting on her couch. What at first was initial shock she now felt a pain in her stomach at the sight. She cared for him of course, and him being hurt, hurt her a little too. Her stomach flipped again as she walked closer and saw the injuries at a closer sight.

She hadn't said a word and neither had he, and she had automatically gone over and put a hand on his cheek to assess the damage. She suddenly pulled back realising what she was doing. She had forgotten the tension that had built between the two of them since he returned from Mayfield.

"What you going to do about Chase?" She asked standing over him.
"Nothing. What's Chase got to do with anything."

Cuddy sighed.
"Your face."
"Fell into the doorframe. Sometimes my leg just gives way."
"House..."
"Or did I walk into the bookcase? I don't know. I have a slight concussion."
"House, I have three witnesses that..."
"Hmmm, maybe they have concussion too. Or maybe it's a virus that's infecting true memories."

Cuddy sighed again and turned to walk out of her office.

"I'm sorry."

Cuddy turned back to House after hearing those two words looking unamused.

"For what? There's a pretty long list. Can you be specific?"

House was now standing close to her and she took in a deep breath.

"I'm sorry for you."

And with that he limped out of her office.