You know when you do something stupid, and then you wake up in the morning and have to deal with it? Well, ITS MOTNING TIME!

I do not own house, for some unknown reason.

chapter 2 - intervention

"Don't. say. A thing." House blurred in a toxic voice as he limped into the conference room the next morning.

he scanned his team quickly on his way to the coffee machine. Everyone seemed as bad as he felt – deep circles beneath their eyes, messy hair, and in a huge need for aspirin.

It was Christmas morning, for crying out loud. Right now, he was supposed to be sleeping, or having a 'gray's anatomy' marathon at home. Instead, he was stuck here because some idiot was bleeding from his rectum or whatever. It was so unfair.

And only the thought of having to see her made him sick. God, why did he have to do something that stupid? Why couldn't he just stay home, and pass out drunk on his own damn couch?
"there is no us," her words from a few months ago filled his mind, "there never will be."
he had his chance with her. Hell, he had dozens of chances with her. And he fucked it all up like he always do.

somehow, he learned to leave with the fact he could never be with the only one he really wanted, And most of the days, he was okay with it.
it didn't hurt as much, seeing her every day, flirt and argue with her and knowing she belonged to someone else. He could almost call her, in some twisted way, his friend.
and now he had to go and do something stupid like that. Now she knows everything. everybody knows. Idiot.

As he poured himself a second cup of coffee, he noticed the amused looks on his team's faces.

"if anybody mentions last night, he's fired. Now stop staring at me like that and start suggesting ideas!"

the team immediately looked away and started a differential, but house was only half listening, his mind racing with what the hell was he going to do.

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Wilson was having a bad morning.
he woke up early to the sound of his pager going off. His patient was crushing, great.
He got dressed and rushed to the hospital only to find out that he was too late, and that someone has to tell the family.
and to top it all, he had tons of paperwork waiting on his desk and a bad hangover.
marry Christmas.

It was a late morning hour when he stumbled into the empty conference room next to house's office, desperate for coffee.

"you!" he jumped to the sound of an angry scream, stopping halfway into the room.

"god, house. You scared me." Wilson rolled his eyes and started boiling the water. House crossed the room and leaned on the counter next to him.

"oh, I'm so sorry I scared you, my so-called 'best friend'." He said sarcastically, staring at Wilson angrily.

Wilson chuckled once. "come on, house.. you can't possibly blame me for what you did last night."

"watch me."

"you got drunk, you said what you said. Now you have to deal with the c.."

"I will not deal with the freaking consequences!" by this point, house knew he was taking all of his anger out on Wilson, but he didn't care. He needed so badly someone to blame.

"you are my friend. And friends don't let friends get drunk and declare their love to random people!"

"cuddy is not a 'random people' and you know it! Now, you can keep standing here and blame me for your own stupidity, or you can stop running from your own problems and go down to her office!" Wilson turned around and left house alone in the room. Even the best cup of coffee in the world wasn't worth this.

Now alone in the conference room, house sighed and turned to the white board to do the only thing he knew how to do right – diagnose.

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Cuddy was sitting alone in her office, hundreds of untouched papers lying on the desk in front of her.
concentrating on work seemed to get harder and harder as her mind was becoming preoccupied with last night's party.
"..cuddy, this song is for you, because I reealy like you. hell, I've been madly in love with you for 21 years and two month…."

house and her always had something connecting between them, like handcuffs that prevented her from leaving him for all of those years.
But did she… love him?
no. she can't. Not when things are going so well with Jake.. she sighed.

Jake was perfect for her. he was nice, sensitive, understanding, he wanted to have kids..
he was everything she ever wanted, with him she could have the life she dreamt of.
House was the complete opposite. He was unexpected, dangerous, sarcastic, and a jerk.

It was like high school all over again.
Jake Stanley was the hot, popular and promising quarterback all the girls wanted,
and Gregory House was the sexy, rebellious bad-boy her parents would never approve of.
house was definitely wrong for her.
so why is he the only thing she can think about?
why is her heart racing with excitement every time she remembers last night?

She slammed her head down, and groaned as it hit the desk with a loud thud.
she just had to think about something, anything else until the end of her work day.
then, when she's finally alone, she will think this through.

"cuddy?" she lifted her head, and found Wilson staring at her worriedly.

cuddy cleared her throat and tried to sound professional. "yes, dr. Wilson?"

"do you have a second?"
she really didn't feel like dealing with him right now, she just wanted to be alone.

"er, actually.. im kind of busy…" it wasn't a lie. She did have a lot of work to do.

but she didn't fool him. "are you ok?" he asked suspiciously, his eyes scanning her face trying – and failing – to find any kind of emotion.

"yes, Wilson. Im great, thanks for the concern." She smiled at him, trying to make her voice sound casual. God, if he'll keep bugging her she will have no choice but kick him out.

"I just wanted to say, about last night…" Wilson started, only to be interrupted by cuddy, who was getting annoyed by the second.

"oh, c'mon Wilson. Its not your job to apologize for him."

"right. Just wanted to say, that I know you must be freaking out or nervous or whatever. and I don't blame you.. its house, you guys have a history together and…"

"me and house have no history, Wilson. Now, I have a lot of things to do and id really appreciate it if you'd, well…." God, she really liked him, but sometimes he was worse than her mother.

"fine, I get the clue. I'm outta here. Just remember that even though he was really drunk, he was being honest. And maybe you two can work it out, somehow.. because you can't deny that there has always something between you two."

Cuddy was trying to ignore him by this point. She was typing on her computer, working really hard on tuning him out.
after a few seconds with no response, Wilson raised his hands if defeat and walked out of the office.

She is just as stubborn as he is. This is not going to be easy. Wilson sighed to himself on his way to his car.

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Next chapter? A little less Wilson playing matchmaker, a little more huddy. Yep, im talking about the first huddy confrontation! So keep reading (: