Wow, thank you so much for the reviews. I'm pretty touched as I was very unsure about writing a House fic. To be completely honest it wasn't till last year I got into House. Sure, I've always loved medicine but whenever I watched an episode nothing really ever enticed me to complete an episode so it wasn't until I pushed myself to watch the season 5 finale last year that I realized this is a show I need to watch- and not only that, but this is a show that's brilliant. (It's also very important to watch a show episode to episode in order in my opinion-makes a big difference). So yeah, I watched that, waited over the summer for season 6, bought seasons 1-3 (off amazon by the way..good deal) for christmas and recently had a birthday and got season 4 and 5. Anyways I've seen almost every episode (there are some from S5 I have yet to watch) so while I'm still a newbie (kind of) I was a little worried I'd write characters essentially out of character which is something I hate! I'm glad that wasn't the case and you guys liked the first chapter!

Because of these wonderful reviews, and I was gonna post chapter 2 tomorrow by the way, I'm going to post it now. Enjoy :)

Madeline

*Please note that I am not a doctor. Any medicine is completely made up and may possibly (and probably) be inaccurate. Thanks!

I realized I forgot to include my disclaimer last chapter so here's my disclaimer for this entire story:

Disclaimer: House MD is all David Shore's. I do not own any of the characters.

The week went by quicker than usual for Lisa. Strangely, paperwork hadn't pilled up, the staff was all getting along, and the clinic had a good average of patients admitted and seen. She couldn't help but think House's attitude or demeanor had a part to do with some of this. He hadn't been avoiding her, he hadn't been rude or mean. He was still himself; conniving, sarcastic and radical, but something about him had changed. Speaking of House-

"Boss!"

"Yes?" Cuddy smiled, putting her pen down as House sat across from her.

"Need a biopsy."

"For...?"

"My patient." he stated, folding his hands on his lap. "He needs a biopsy. I'd hate for him to skedaddle."

"And if...." she starts, looking through his patients file, "Mr. Levin doesn't get this biopsy, he'll die?"

"Yes." he nods, setting his feet up on the side of her desk, and Lisa notices he purposely tries not to knock anything over.

"The brain biopsy's dangerous. Have you checked for intercranial bleeding?"

House nods, "He had that. We releived the pressure. Now we're worried about auto immune. We'd like to rule out other possibilities. And he's old so-"

She laughs harshly, "Oh he's old so what's the risk??"

"Ehhhh no. That'd be a bad argument right?"

She smiles and puts her legs up on the desk as well. "Ehhh, yeah."

"In that case, if we don't narrow this down fast we're worried his lungs won't make it due to the build up of fluid in his other organs. And because he's 73.."

"I get it, I get it. He won't be able to handle the pressure because he's old." She sighs but can't refrain her slight smile. It'd been awhile since her and House could interact the way they used to. "Go ahead."

"Yes! Gee, thanks." House smiles but makes no indication of leaving.

"Are you staying?"

"I was actually just wondering how your day was going." And he says this with no sarcasm; just simply leans back on the chair and smiles.

"It's going okay, thanks." Lisa can't help but be surprised although she tries to hide it and smirks, "How's yours?"

"Good." And he starts to stand. "Better once we get this Gramps up and at them."

Cuddy laughs and returns back to her paperwork.

"It was good to see you." And before Cuddy can register what he says he's out the door.

Good to see me?

She finishes her last file and decides to figure out what's going on with House.

"Wilson?" she breathes, walking into his office.

"Lisa, hi."

"Can we talk?"

"Yeah, sure." He sets down his papers as Cuddy sits, the shocked expression still on her face from what House had said to her earlier. "Is there something wrong?"

"No," she shakes her head, "What's going on with House?"

"He's not on Vicodin if that's what you're asking."

"No, no, he just- he's different. He doesn't seem-"

"He's still miserable Cuddy."

She nods, "But he's changed."

"You've just noticed?"

"Well...we haven't been talking really, but a few days ago he just walked into my office and..and I don't know. He said some things and it's almost like we're are okay again so I was just wondering if you said-"

"Wait he came and talked to you?"

"Yeah. He...apologized."

Wilson smiles, "Finally he listens."

"You told him to?"

"He wanted to. I just suggested it."

Cuddy sighs, "Wilson, he apologized for everything last year. He didn't need to."

"Yes he did, and you're glad he did." he stated. "Cuddy, House is changing. He has changed. He's...different."

"And I realize that but..how did, what did you tell him to-"

"I told him what he needed to hear."

"Which was?"

He sighed, "House..he wasn't himself last year. Well he was but he did things.."

"Over the line?" Cuddy laughed.

"Yes. And they were mainly rude remarks towards you."

"I can handle myself Wilson. I mean I appreciate it, I do, but you didn't have to say anything to him."

"I had no idea he followed through to you." Wilson sighed. "And I know you can but you deserved multiple apologies. You loved him and he treated you-"

"Wait, wait, wait. You told him I loved him?"

Wilson rolled his eyes as Cuddy stood. "Come on Lisa. You're gonna tell me you weren't in love with him?" And silence follows his question as Cuddy sits back in the chair.

"He loved you too."

Cuddy felt the familiar tears come to her eyes. Damn it. "Don't say that."

"You know he did."

"No I don't. And I hope he didn't because then.." she stopped.

"Then it means you guys missed your chance?" he asks, as Cuddy nods weakly and began to move to leave his office.

"It doesn't mean that." he breathed.

"Well then what does it mean Wilson?" she says frustrated.

He shrugs, "The timing was off. He was high off vicoden. No matter how much you two wanted...something, it wouldn't have worked. House was gonna end up in that facility eventually. You know that Lisa. You're just using the 'missing your chance' thing as an excuse."

"An excuse for what? Being with Lucas?"

He shrugged, "You brought Lucas up, not me. I don't want to argue with you Cuddy. Do what makes you happy. I want you to be happy."

She nods, "I am happy."

"Good." Wilson smiled as he turns to his computer. Cuddy opens his door to leave, wondering if Wilson's response is halfhearted.

I'll update soon :D Thanks for reading/reviewing!