Hi folks. Here we go again. Leave a review and cherish my mad writing skills! I corrected some errors in the first chapter. And now:

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Chapter 2

Lisa Cuddy had been busy the whole morning and hadn't even had the time to eat lunch. After arriving in her office she faced tons of paper work for over two hours, only to be interrupted by an emergency call. One of her surgeons, Dr. Hudson, had called in sick and they needed someone to cover his first OP. Turns out the OP was more complicated than it appeared to be before cutting the guy on the operating table open, some Mr. Kane, Cuddy spent the next three hours elbow deep in his bowls. The good thing was House wasn't able to pester her. At first she had been worried that he might barge into the OR and start whining or/and complaining about the fees for cable TV, Clinic Duty, patients in general or Wilson's newest romance. But he did not show up once, which led Cuddy to one deduction: He had skipped Clinic Duty and was hiding somewhere. At first Cuddy thought about to go searching for him and drag his sorry ass back into the Clinic but then she decided against it because it would take some time, time she hadn't, and she herself had to finish two hours of Clinic Duty. Cuddy sighed and didn't even bother to change back into her usual attire but left her scrubs and sneakers on. On her way towards the Clinic she only stopped short at her office to get her lab coat and went to see the first patient.

She only listened half heartily to the patients' complains.

She thought about Lennon and his birthday next week. He was turning thirteen years old. The presents were already wrapped and stacked in her wardrobe closet. She hoped he liked the new skateboard. She had consulted with his father to buy the skateboard and House had actually insisted that he wanted to go with her shopping for the presents. It had been a nice day and she couldn't help but fell a sharp twinge in her chest. Lenny had no picture book family. He had two busy Doctors as parents and had to grow up fast. Faster than she liked it. He was thirteen but looked at least three years older. He was tall and lean like his father. House had said that he had looked way older around that age, too, and that he wasn't surprised that Lennon looked older than he actually was. Besides that House always liked to state that Lennon had two mothers, her and Wilson, so he was better taken care of than any other child would ever be taken care of. Still, Cuddy couldn't help but think that maybe Lenny looked much older because his life had demanded from him to grow up fast. She knew it was stupid and Lennon never ever complained and when she had asked him if he missed anything in his life he had smiled and said that he couldn't be happier with it. She hoped he wasn't lying just to make it all easier for her. It was her ever-present guilt complex that stopped her from accepting his answer.

However, that day they had acted like any other couple that was searching for the ultimate present for their son. They argued, compared things, laughed, debated if Lenny would like it, ate lunch together, chatted about him. It had felt good, it felt right. It felt like it should have for nearly thirteen years. The problem was that it was impossible. They didn't match. And they had decided a long time ago that it would be better for Lennon to grow up with split up parents instead of putting him on a daily emotional rollercoaster which would be unpreventable due to hers' and House's constant fights.

She sighed. Why had it to be that damn complicated?

At 7:30 Cuddy called it a day and packed her things together. She decided to take some paper work with her. Lennon wasn't home and there was nothing else to do. She would call House later and bitch about his latest disappearing act.

Complicated indeed.