So, here I am, sailing a different ship. Well, CSI isn't what it used to be, and I've always wanted to expand to House, so here I am. For those of you unfamiliar with me, I am an angst junky, and if it's rated M, there's a reason. It's naughty.

Disclaimer: House, M.D. belongs to David Shore and Fox. I am just borrowing the characters for my own sick amusement.

Amour Vincit Omnia

Chapter 1

It took a few minutes for his eyes to clear of the crusted sleep that had formed overnight. Before climbing out of bed, House looked over at his clock. He released a sigh when he noticed how early it was.

"Dammit Wilson."

He groaned and sat up and began rubbing his leg. Reaching to the table he grabbed his bottle of Vicoden and shook the one pill that remained in the bottle.

"Wilson, I need more Vicoden!" He shouted.

House continued to rub his leg as the footfalls approaching his door grew louder.

Wilson opened the door and tossed him another bottle. "What no lecture?" House quipped.

"Nope. But that bottle needs to last you five days." He said walking away.

House lifted the bottle and estimated how many pills were in the bottle. "Five days my ass!" House shouted back. "And why are you up so early?" His eyes glistened with happiness as he shook two pills into his hand and swallowed them dry.

"I'm Cuddy's ride to work."

Quickly house grabbed his cane and limped into the kitchen area where Wilson was downing a glass of milk. "Where's her car?"

The glass clanged on the hard countertop. "Ahhhh…" Wilson dabbed his mouth with a napkin as his roommate eyed him impatiently waiting for an answer. "Her car's in the shop. So I'm giving her a ride to and from work this week." Wilson checked his watch. "Crap, I'm going to be late." He gathered his briefcase and rushed out the door.

The opportunities of workplace fun began to stir in House's mind as he whistled and limped to get ready to start his day.

On cue House limped into Princeton Plainsboro around 10:30. He passed the nurses desk and glanced into Cuddy's office. She was busy at her desk as usual, but he wasn't interested in her…yet. The elevator took him up several floors before dinging. He limped out and went straight into Wilson's office.

The oncologist was on the phone when House barged in and took a seat. 'On the phone.' He mouthed and pointed to the receiver.

"I'll wait." House replied his voice louder than normal.

Moments later Wilson hung up and glared across his desk at his friend. He was about to speak but House beat him to the punch.

"So, how was the carpool? Did ya get the 'highway delight'?"

"The wha…?" Wilson stuttered. "No."

"Never mind. So, I'm assuming when you take her home tonight to expect you to get in late." House countered.

"House."

"I mean 'cause there's always a hidden motive to getting a ride to and from work from a member of the opposite sex."

Wilson exhaled loudly as House was convinced that he was going to sleep with Cuddy. "I'm sure that might work for you on a woman other than Cuddy."

House pondered his comment. "Hmmm, you might be onto something there."

Then without another word, House stood and left the office. Wilson breathed a sigh of relief as he was once again free of House's bantering.

His cane thunked on the floor as he moved into the conference room where Foreman, Thirteen, and Taub were sitting. He pursed his lips as he stood at the head of the table. "So…"

Forman sat back and adjusted his tie. "We don't have a case…yet."

"Okay, then I guess you guys can go get your clinic hours out of the way now, so when we do have a case I won't have to fight Cuddy for custody of you."

The three of them got up and left as House walked through the glass door into his office and began thinking how he could be the one to take Cuddy home.

The woman was constantly on his mind since she's stuck beside him on his many ordeals. He couldn't figure out why she was always standing up for him. Hell, he would have given up on himself years ago. But here lately something about her has clamped onto his soul and refused to let go.

The day dragged on slowly as even surfing new porn sites on his computer got old. But eventually the evening hours hit and he hung around the clinic waiting for Wilson and Cuddy to leave.

Finally they headed towards the door and House followed closely.

"We know you're following us House." Cuddy stated simply.

He kept silent as they approached his parking spot. Cuddy stopped as Wilson continued on to his car. She stared at the machine in awe.

"You likes?" He asked.

"What was wrong with the other one?"

He shrugged. "I put enough miles on it, besides this is a bitchin' color."

The CBR1000RR was splattered with white and black on red. It was streamlined with every detail, including a holder for a cane.

Cuddy reached down and touched it feeling the smoothness of the fairings under her fingertips. "Wanna ride?"

"Maybe another time." She smiled at him mischievously before turning to walk away.

House shrugged and pulled his helmet on, fired up his bike, and tore out of the parking lot ahead of Wilson and Cuddy.

The two of them made small talk as they took the route on the way to Cuddy's house until traffic suddenly stopped. His eyes glanced ahead. "The light is green. I don't know what the issue is."

Cuddy sighed and looked out her window seeing a familiar object smoking on the sidewalk. "Oh my God." Panic stricken she opened the door and ran as fast as her legs could carry her to the intersection.

A car was smoking as it rested crashed into a pickup that was in the intersection. The driver of the truck was out screaming at the driver of the car for running the red light. Cuddy ignored them for the moment and focused on the group of people that gathered around the lifeless body that was now laying in the opposite lanes of traffic.

"House." His name fell from her lips in near silence. "House!" She screamed and ran towards the crowd. "Move, move!"

She kneeled next to him as he lay on his side. Desperately she searched for a pulse. For a moment there was nothing, until she felt the slightest throb against her fingers.

With his pulse found she began to assess his injuries. "Oh Greg." Her eyes locked onto the bloody mess of his jean clad left leg.

Wilson was quickly on his phone calling for an ambulance when he reached Cuddy and House.

Afraid to roll him over onto his back in fear of a spinal injury, Cuddy kneeled behind him and talked to him until the paramedics arrived. Her heart wanted to help tend to his injuries, but her mind knew that she needed to let the medics do their job.

They quickly braced his neck before placing a backboard behind him. Cuddy helped to support his head while they slowly rolled him back onto the board.

Cuddy turned to Wilson who was just standing in shock. "Call ahead and get the trauma team ready. I want Foreman and Cameron at the door when we get there." Her instructions were clear but still in shock at the sight Wilson paused. "Wilson?"

He shook his head clear and stepped away to head to his car dialing as he walked.

"Take him to Princeton Plainsboro." Cuddy demanded as she climbed into the ambulance and sat next to a battered House.

Her eyes scanned over his body as the paramedic took his vitals. They settled on his left leg and the blood that had saturated his jeans. Suddenly she was snapped out of her trance.

"Can you help me get his jacket off?"

She looked down as the scissors in his hand and took them. With her hand holding the cuff of his leather jacket she silently apologized to him as she began cutting up the expensive material.

As they were finishing cutting through his jacket, they felt the ambulance stop and begin to back up. The back doors flew open. Cameron and Foreman were dressed in yellow gowns and wasted no time in pulling House from the vehicle.

Cuddy remained glued to his side as the paramedic went through his vitals as they quickly got him in to a semi private trauma room. Nurses scrambled around in a disorganized looking dance. Several were cutting the clothes from his body while others were helping and prepping.

"I need an x-ray in here!" Forman called out as he tried to assess any head trauma through the Shoei helmet that House wore.

She knew that her doctors and nurses were good, but standing before them and witnessing it first hand, Cuddy was very impressed at how fluently they moved about each other.

Within minutes Foreman was assessing the films taken of his boss' head. "Okay, skull and neck look good." He turned and unfastened the helmet and with assistance removed the brain bucket House had on. Forman took a larger neck collar from a nurse and gently placed it around House's neck to stabilize his spine.

They quickly put oxygen lines up to help House breathe. Cuddy still remained as close to his head as she could while Cameron and Foreman continued to x-ray his body. She whispered into his ear and let her fingers gently rake through his sweat coated hair.

"This is Doctor Foreman, I need an OR."

Cuddy looked up to her neurologist with fear. He waved her over. "I'll be right back." She whispered to House before stepping over to Foreman.

"His chest and arms are fine. Sprained right wrist, his right leg looks good, but his left leg is broken in multiple places with several compound fractures." Cuddy's hand instantly covered her mouth. "We need to repair the fractures before we can assess any soft tissue damage." He saw the tears well up in her eyes upon hearing the news and wrapped his arm around her. "We'll take care of him."

"I know." She sniffled.

Suddenly Chase appeared. "We're ready."

"Okay folks, let's get him to the OR." Forman ordered.

While House was wheeled to the elevator Cuddy followed behind with Wilson at her side. They stopped as the team moved him from one gurney to another.

"What OR are you in?" She called out to Chase.

"Two."

Wilson squeezed his arms around her. "Do you want to watch?"

She nodded. "I can't leave him."

House was already in the room being prepped by the nurses who were scrubbing and prepping his battered leg when Cuddy and Wilson entered the viewing room above the OR. They stood poised at the glass as Chase cut into House's 'good' leg and began to remove small pieces of bone.

Cuddy felt herself shudder with each clang the bones made in the stainless steel bowl. Wilson watched along as well, except he was looking ahead and the hell House was going to go through, and put them through.

After the sixth hour, Chase finished closing and braced House's leg and knee. He glanced up at the window seeing no one but he knew they were still there. His finger pushed the intercom button. "We're done." Cuddy was instantly at the window and looked down at House as he was being removed from surgery. Her eyes were droopy as she checked her watch. "Shit!" she quickly removed her phone and dialed her home number. After a quick chat with her babysitter, Cuddy caught up with House in ICU.

"Lisa…" Wilson put a hand on shoulder. "I suppose I couldn't talk you into going home?"

She just shook her head and glanced back into the small room where House was being hooked up to the many monitors by the attending nurses.

Wilson gave her an assuring peck on the cheek before saying, "He's going to be okay."

Tears welled up in her eyes but she refused to let them fall as she was left alone. When the nurses left House's side, she walked in. Cuddy risked a glance at them before pulling a chair up to the side of the bed. Visiting hours were over, but being the Dean of Medicine, none of them was going to ask her to leave.

Cuddy picked up his left hand and assessed him injuries herself. His face had a few bruises; his right wrist was in a brace to limit the movement, the bruises were becoming darker on his bare torso, and she nearly broke down at the sight of his leg. The black metal brace that went from mid thigh to his ankle preventing him from bending his knee forced the sob she was so desperately holding in, out.

The tears began to flow freely and she desperately held onto his hand. Cuddy brought his hand to her cheek and begged him to fight.

Dammit, I didn't even get through the first chapter without threatening to kill someone. I obviously haven't written in a while cause normally I kill around chapter 10. LOL Review please.

TDCSI