A/N: Ok, this is maddening! I re-vamped this once, and I had apearently been logged out, so I'm having to re-do it now! Any way, I just thought of this plot sitting here working on my other fic. It's 2 in the morning and I have no idea if this is any good. That's where you all come in, click the green words in the box at the bottom of the page, then leave me a comment. Let me know if you are wanting more, or are sick of all the Huddy Baby/Kid Madness that's in my head. I promise to write a plain ol' simple PPTH Huddy (though nothings simple when it comes to those two) romance. (Not exactly too romantic either for them)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of this, except for my OC, cause if I did you'd be watchin' this all go down on a tv screen, not here! (I'd also be filthy stinkin' ritch!) Don't hurt me, just doin' what the site title states, bein' a fan and writin' fiction!

Cuddy was sitting her office preoccupied, yet again, by House. Even though he had the weekend off and this was supposed to be a time when she could work peacefully, not having to worry about what he might do next, she still found that he was in her head. It wasn't like she was daydreaming about him, she had a legitimate reason for him to be on her mind.

Nearly three months ago he had been there to comfort her at a very vulnerable time. They had spent the night together, but only part of the night. She had woken up around six to find that he and his things were gone. She didn't know what to make of this at first and was weary about going in to work the next day. Yet, to her surprise, House never said a word about acted like his normal ass of a self and this strangely made Cuddy more relaxed.

He had stayed the same, overwhelmingly bastard-like House for the next month or so.

Then, one day out of the blue he started hiding away in his office, doing clinic hours without being berated, and he was even handing in paperwork. He was still an ass to everyone, he was just a more introspective and less conspicuous ass.

He had taken his last weekend off about six weeks ago, and disappeared. When Cuddy had picked up a case file that she thought House would be perfect for she had tried to contact him. After finding that he wasn't answering any of his pages or calls, she actually went over to his apartment to make sure he was alright. His bike had been there, but his car hadn't, so Cuddy went back to the hospital. She knew the one person who could tell her exactly where House was.

She went straight up to Wilson's office and opened the door, not bothering to knock.

"Hey Cuddy, no, I'm not busy, thanks for asking!" Wilson played out.

"Where's House? I've got a case that he should take and I can't find him anywhere." said Cuddy, planting her palms on Wilson's desk and staring him in the eye.

She knew that when she used this look on him, unlike House, Wilson got scared and couldn't lie.

"Isn't his weekend off?" asked Wilson.

"Yes, but I just think that he should take a look at this case." said Cuddy.

"And he's not answering his phone or pages?" asked Wilson.

"Oh, I didn't think to try that before I drove over to his apartment! Of course not! Why don't you call him, he'll probably answer if it's you." said Cuddy.

"I can try, but I don't know where he is." said Wilson.

As he picked up the phone and dialed Cuddy stood back with her arms folded, watching him carefully. When she was satisfied that he had dialed the correct number, she sat on his desk.

"Has House been acting strange lately?" asked Cuddy.

"He's always acting strangely." said Wilson, looking at her.

She was peering off at his door, but not really looking at it. She was thinking about something.

"He's not answering, sorry." said Wilson, hanging up the phone.

"You really don't know where he is, you're not lying to cover for him?" asked Cuddy.

"I swear, I don't know anything. He has been a little more passive as of late though." said Wilson.

"He has. Well, if you hear from him let me know." she said, standing up.

"Ok…Cuddy, is everything alright?" asked Wilson, a bit hesitantly.

"Yeah, it's fine." she said, giving him a small, forced smile and then leaving.

Something was up, he just didn't know what…yet.

Tuesday, when House finally came in at noon, Cuddy caught him in the hall.

"House, you were supposed to be back yesterday! Where the hell were you?" she asked, practically oozing distain.

"Personal business." said House, continuing on his way.

He heard the click of her heels on the tile behind him and he sighed as he stopped to press the elevator button.

"You don't have personal business, where were you?" she asked again.

"Fine, I was with my daughter." said House.

"House." said Cuddy, in that, 'I'm loosing what little patience I had', way.

"I flew to Vegas for their world famous buffet/strip bars." he said, and turned to her.

"Next time, make sure at least one of us knows how to get a hold of you. I'm also adding the time you missed at work onto the total hours of clinic duty you owe. I think you better start now unless you want your 'daughter' to have to finish for you." she said, pivoting on a narrow but long heel and click-clacking away.

House could hear the seething tone in her shoes as he watched her walk away. Still, she was looking exceptionally good lately, and he didn't mind one bit, the extra wiggle that the anger put in Cuddy's walk.

He took a deep breath and looked at the elevator as it pinged and the doors opened. House sighed at the prospect of going to his office and playing his records while his little lackeys covered for watched with longing in his eyes as the doors closed and the people that had come out started to disappear. He grumbled under his breath and turned around, heading for the clinic.

As Cuddy sat in her chair, watching out the glass of her doors, she saw House enter the clinic, sign in, and actually take a chart.

"What the hell is going on?" she asked out loud, letting her hands slam on her desk top in confusion.

As she took a deep breath and looked down at her hands to try and calm herself she saw the calendar at the corner. It was a month behind and she ripped off the old sheet. As she did, she noticed something missing from it and slowly un-crumpled it, looking it over. She looked it over and over again.

"What the hell is going on?" she asked herself again, this time in her head.

Departing note: Please let me know if you want more or not. Also, it get's more interesting in the up-coming chapters...at least it does in my head, seeing as how I haven't actually written any other chapters yet. Still, there is a bit of action, drama, angst, romance...this is sounding like, dare I say, one of House's soaps...DOOL? No, hopefully not that cheesy, but you tell me! (LITTLE GREEN WORDS IN BOX.....you want to click them...NoW!)