Hello everyone!

You may know me from the House fandom...

I had the idea for this story as soon as I heard about this new show by David Shore about a young doctor who was to be played by Freddie Highmore... and started writing it early this year. I wanted to wait until I had written a few chapters already and decided where I would go with this story. So I'm happy to finally present to you the prologue!

The first chapters are going to be about House and Cuddy. No characters from TGD will make an appearance until at least chapter seven.

Now I know that some House fans don't watch TGD. But if that's your case, I hope you will give this story a try anyway. Like I said, for the first chapters it's really just a House fic.

I'm really excited to know what you guys think, so don't hesitate to leave a review for the prologue and the chapters onwards! :) I hope you'll enjoy it!

(Also, if any of you are wondering about that title: it's from Lovesong by The Cure. I couldn't find a title for this fic, until I saw Disobedience early this summer, which was also when I began to seriously put effort into this fic, and the film has stayed with me, and so has the song...)

(Also, I own neither House nor The Good Doctor)


Home again

Prologue


"I should… Go to my room, review papers for the infectious disease panel," Cuddy mumbled before she weaved her way through the crowd towards the exit, feeling House's stare on the back of her head.

She stopped holding back her tears when she climbed alone into the elevator. Suddenly, she was thrown twenty years in the past and she was mourning yet another child.

She got her composure back when the lift reached her floor with a ding and the doors slid open.

"Hey babe," Lucas greeted her from the couch, watching the TV on mute, when she let herself into her suite. "I wasn't expecting you until later."

"I wanted to review the papers for the infectious disease panel tomorrow," she parroted back, heading towards the bathroom to remove her earrings and her makeup. The irony of her Jane Fonda look wasn't lost on her. She'd curled her hair the night of the party too, and he'd kept running his hand through curls tacky with cheap hair spray. As she wiped her lipstick off her lips, she thought of the bright pink stains on the pillow cases that she hadn't had the heart to wash for over a week.

"But you reviewed them before you left."

"'Rachel asleep?"

He gestured towards the cot they'd placed beside their bed. "Like a baby," he cracked. Cuddy didn't have it in her to smile. She changed into her pyjamas and sat on the bed. "Need some help?"

"No, I'm good. You watch… Whatever it is you're watching."

Lucas shrugged and turned back towards the TV, facing away from her. Cuddy looked down at the papers, trying to keep at bay all the what if's and if only's invading her mind.