Well, hello, people. This is my first House fanfic- Huddy, Chase/Cameron... yeah, I thinks that all so far. Slightly AU- House and Cuddy are dating (no Rachael, sorry), and House's team is comprised of Chase (who is dating Cameron), Foreman, and Thirteen- because Taub is just weird, I hate the redhead, and Kutner died. This is also my friend's birthday present. Here you go, Mizuno-kun!

Warning: the first half of this chapter is rated M for a rape scene. Do not read if it offends.

Lisa Cuddy was not a stupid woman, not by any means. Top of her class in med school, first female administrator of a hospital, second youngest ever. She worked closely with world renowned doctors and had assisted in solving some of the most difficult cases that had baffled others.

Was she a weak woman? No, not in any sense. She may not be able to take out a sumo wrestler, but she could hold her own in the world.

Which was why, when she answered the door and found her violent ex-boyfriend Eric standing there, she didn't panic or slam the door in his face- something that would haunt her for years to come. "Eric!" she gasped, taking an automatic step backwards. "What the hell are you doing?"

"You!" he shouted, pushing her inside and slamming the door shut behind him. "You bitch!"

Cuddy immediately reached for the baseball bat she kept by the door for safe-keeping. Her fingers had just wrapped around the handle when his fist smashed into her face. "You filthy little whore! You told my mother you were pregnant and then got an abortion! She killed herself the next day, just like you killed our child! She wanted that child and you killed it!"

"Eric!" she shouted, scrambling back against the wall. "Eric, that pregnancy test was a false positive- I'm sorry about your mother, but-"

"Shut up, bitch! I've had enough of your lies! You had no right to kill our child! You think you have control over your body? I'll show you control, bitch!" He kicked her in the stomach, and while she was still reeling from the blow and trying to catch her breath, he fell down on top of her and brushed a kiss against her lips.

"No!" she gasped, trying to kick him, but she couldn't reach him.

"I'll show you control!" He shouted, then kissed her again, and the taste of him in her mouth disgusted her. He bit her neck, then kissed it and ran his filthy hand down her body, sliding off shirt.

Oh god, she can't breathe, she knows what's about to happen but she can't fight any harder then she already is and she doesn't have the necessary oxygen required to scream. And dear god it hurts so much she can feel her body practically splitting open as he thrusts inside her, again and again, even as she strained desperately to get away. "You in control now, bitch? You in control now?" Cuddy did not count the minutes, she didn't know how long she struggled to get free, how long she gasped for air that never satisfied her lungs.

But Cuddy's sense were on hyper drive, so she did hear someone knock on her door. Loudly and repeatably. Eric froze, then when a voice shouted, "Cuddy!", he bolted upright and dashed for her bedroom window, leaving her behind, shaking and bleeding on the floor.

House knocked on her door again, and Cuddy, still in shock, immediately got quickly to her feet, wrapping a blanket around her body as she hurried to answer the door, only concentrating on one thing: House couldn't know.

But Cuddy should have known not to try and hide things from House. It just wasn't possible. "Sorry, House, I was asleep," she told him in a hoarse voice as she opened the door, keeping her eyes glued to the floor.

He took one look at her, and that all was he needed. He saw bruises beginning to form, he saw how wide and scared her eyes were, how she favored her left side, the fact that she was naked under the blanket...

And the blood between her legs.

"Cuddy!" he gasped, taking an automatic step forward and reaching for her, stopping when she screamed and pulled away from him.

"No! Don't touch me!" she shouted, instantly on the alert for another attack. Cuddy took a step back, raising her arms up defensively, taking in a panicked breath before her brain caught up with her body. Instantly ashamed, Cuddy bowed her head and mumbled meekly, "I… I'm sorry, I... I thought..."

House looked Cuddy over again before focusing in on the rest of the room- the fact that the wall beside the door now had a doorknob-shaped dent in it, that her clothes from today were piled in a heap among the ruins of a glass table and a vase of flowers. That, coupled with Cuddy's condition and her reaction to his touch made him think that he knew what had happened... but it couldn't be true.

But House, ever the rational, logical, no-nonsense man, knew denying something would not make a fact go away. But it wasn't a fact yet.

"Lisa..." he began softly, refraining from the urge to reach out and comfort her. "Were you raped?"

She turned away from him completely, wanting to deny it, to scream that she hadn't been, that she had been strong enough to stop it, but she couldn't. She just couldn't bring herself to say it. She shook her head anyways, though it felt as if, right now, she wasn't even there, as if some pod-person had taken her place. She distantly heard a voice she recognized as her own confirm House's suspicions, but she was still in shock. Cuddy knew all the stereotypes about rape victims, but it seemed that none of them were true, or at least they didn't apply to her. She wasn't hysterical, or panicking, or screaming not to be touched. Sure, she was hypersensitive, completely and utterly aware of every single movement House made, but all she was focused on right now was trying to calm down her frantic breathing, her hectic heart rate.

"Oh... oh my god," House stuttered, for once, speechless. He couldn't believe what was happening- and for House, that was unheard of. "Oh... oh, Lisa..." The pity in his voice simply made Cuddy unnerved more and made her more attentive to just how strange the situation was and House's proximity to her, and... everything.

"I... come on, Lisa," he whispered, reverting to what he knew, since he really had no idea what to do in a situation like this. "I'll- I'll drive you down to the hospital."

At that, Cuddy perked up, instantly in a panic at the thought of her coworkers- her friends, for god's sakes, knowing what had happened... how weak she had been... "No!" she cried, jerking away from House and shaking her head fiercely. "No, don't, House, please! Don't take me to the hospital, please, I'm fine, I don't need you to, really- just, please..."

By the end of her short outburst, Cuddy was trembling violently, but still holding it together... so far. "Lisa," House said gently, "you're bleeding... you need to get checked out."

Cuddy hesitated, then gave him a slow nod. "All right," she said softly, her heart pounding fearfully as she imagined just lying there, letting the doctors poke and prod her...

HOUSE HOUSE HOUSE

Cameron pressed a kiss to Chase's cheek, then headed back to the ER, leaving Chase to return to House's office. She was just about to go yell at a young student doctor to get a tie clip when her phone started to ring. Sighing, she picked it up and said in a tired voice, "Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, emergency room. How can I help you?"

She was surprised to hear House's voice reply, but his request shocked her even more. "Cameron, this is House. I... I have a patient out in the parking lot, one that needs to be kept under the wraps. You give her your complete attention, all right?"

She hesitated, the fact that House hadn't used any sarcastic remarks in his request unnerving her slightly, then said, "House, the ER isn't for your private use. Unless you-"

"Look... Allison..." Cameron blinked in shock at the use of her name, knowing right then and there that this wasn't some sort of trick. "This case needs to be handled delicately. Get a private exam ready, then meet me at the outside entrance to the ER in five minutes, okay?"

Cameron hesitated, then said slowly, "Look, at least give me an idea what to prepare for- car crash vic, overdose, a junkie, what?"

There was a moment of silence, then House said softly, "Rape victim." Then he hung up.

Cameron stood there for a moment, shocked, then hurried to make the preparations for the patient.

HOUSE HOUSE HOUSE

Chase walked towards House's office, which was empty except for Foreman. Said doctor glanced up when he came in, then pointed at the table and said, "You've got mail."

Chase frowned, walking forward, walking forward slowly and examining the letter. It was hand-delivered, with only the words 'Robert Chase' written on the front. Frowning again, Chase ripped open the envelope and scanned the letter. This, too, was hand-written, and he had to squint to read the messy handwriting.

'I thought you were the one

so beautiful that the angel's cry

so intelligent you can outwit the witty

But apparently, I scare you

I deny it, but it is so

deep down I knew I wasn't good enough

I'm ugly, dumb and above all else, a fool

your denial makes this more true

but this invokes my lust for you

I know I can't be with you

I need you

but the others around you agree

I am not the right one

as much as I wish this not to be true

It is so'

"What the hell?" he muttered, re-reading it again in confusion.

Foreman got up because he was bored and whatever Chase had sounded interesting. He walked over to the younger doctor and asked, "What?"

Shrugging, Chase handed him the letter and allowed him to read it, slightly unnerved. "Um... Chase, does Cameron write this kind of stuff?" he asked slowly.

"No!" he exclaimed, snatching the letter back. "Cameron's not that creepy... I don't know who it's from. That's strange..." With a confused frown, Chase stuffed the letter in his pocket, then walked over to his laptop. The first thin he noticed was three new emails in his inbox. Spam, something from Thirteen, and... huh? The last email simply had 'Robert Chase...' in the subject line and came from an unrecognizable email address- . Frowning again, he opened the email and read it quickly-

'YOU ARE WANTED

YOU WILL BE MINE

OUR LOVE IS STRONG

WE WILL BE TOGETHER

YOU WILL BE MINE'

Chase hesitated, then quickly exited out of his email, shaking his head. It was nothing... probably just spam or something... right?

*Music for Young and the Restless plays* Will Cuddy tell House what happened? Will House deal with Cuddy's rape? Will Cameron keep quiet about Cuddy? Will Chase find out who his mysterious stalker is? WILL SARAH FIND OUT THAT NICK'S CHEATING ON HER? Find out, next chapter. Or not.

And, here you go, Mizuno-kun: Sara heard someone knocking at her door. With a frown, she got up to answer it to find a wet Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds standing there... wearing a toga. "Oh, Sara..." he moaned softly, then kissed her. "I love you!" So, Sara + Spencer Reid= sex. The End. And Happy Birthday.

Review please! And no I did not write that stalker poem... MY stalker did. *faints in horror*