Just a short idea that came to my mind.
For this story it´s important that House really went to Mayfield because of his haluzinations but he and Cuddy actually slept together. Also Rachel does not exist.
Let e know what you think
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He left five years ago. When he left for Mayfield he never returned. He couldn´t stand to look in her eyes everyday, knowing how bad he had hurt her. He had to shout their secret from the hospital balcony and so he lost her forever.
When he left for Mayfield she was pregnant. She tried her best to cover it up for as long as possible. No one ever guessed he could be the father. The incident was long forgotten when little Julia was born. It was only her to know who the real father was. It was only her to live with the truth that her daughter would never in her life see her daddy.
A single tear escaped the corner of her eye as she read his latest letter.
When he left for Mayfield he started sending her a letter every week. He told her about him and aksed questions about her life. She answered every letter but she was sure he never read one of them.
´I love you and I hope my little girl will be alright!´
She never mentioned that he was a dad in one of her letters but somehow she knew he was aware. After all it was him.
´How is it? ´, she asked while closing the door to Wilson´s office.
´ Not good. I´m sorry! ´ Wilson got up from his seat and walked over to embrace Cuddy in a soft hug.
´Where is he?´, she whispered against his neck. She did not hold back the tears any longer.
´You kept up 5 years without him. Why now?´ He slowly let go off her and stepped back so he could look her in the eyes. He did not recognize her. Just once he had seen her like that – the day she realized he never would come back.
´His daughter is dying!´, she practically yelled. Her feet did not longer hold her. She had trouble breathing from all the tears. Wilson led her to the couch and helped her sit down. Then he placed himself next to her and omforted her until she stopped crying and calmed down.
´Why are you crying?´ Four-year-old Julia Cuddy asked her mother. She looked so weak laying in a hopitalbed. Her skin was pale and her dark curls were almost completely gone. Everything that remided of her father were those ocean blue eyes. They used to shine like stars but now they were just emotionless like the eyes of dying people.
Cuddy couldn´t help but think how not fair it was that her little daughter never would celebrate her fifth birthday. Her life had already been a mess and now they took the most precious thing in her life.
She watched the little girl fall asleep and sat there holding the tiny hand until she heard the sound of the door opening, behind her. Without a word she slid from her chair and burried her face in his´ shirt. He didn´t feel the need to speak either and so he just laid his cane aside and put his´hands on her back.
No one ever questioned the fact that he was there holding both of their hands. It was a matter-of-course.
They sat there every day comforting their daughter and giving her everything she asked for. And when the day came when they had to take leave of their little girl they cried together. And he was there for her, promising he would never leave her again.