Chapter 2.
It was the first day of summer. The Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital was getting ready for graduation and the clinic was keeping Dr. Cuddy busy. A young woman walked into the clinic and stood by the door. Waiting patients stared at the woman. Her shoulder length hair was as white as her skin. And she didn't look old, or sick, in fact anyone could clearly see she was in her early twenties. Her manicured nails stood out against her pale skin and her off-colored dress was pale against her silver and black bracelet. The woman looked around the clinic and her eyes fell on Dr. Cuddy. She set forth to meet her before she disappeared into her office.
"Dr. Cuddy?" The woman spoke with a very soft, kind voice. Dr. Cuddy stopped in her tracks and turned to face the speaker. She swept her eyes over her once and frowned.
"Can I help you?" Dr. Cuddy asked and turned back to the nurses' station to grab more files.
"I'm here about Dr. House." The woman followed. Cuddy sighed and couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"Look. I'm sorry if he offended you in any way. I'll suspend him from clinic duty effective immediately."
"That's nice. But he didn't."
"Did he miss an appointment?"
"Something like that."
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I wasn't really there either." Cuddy's frown deepened. "It was twenty three years ago."
"I'm sorry, what?" and then Cuddy changed her mind. "I'm sorry; I have to go now. File a complaint if you want to. But you'll have to excuse me."
"You're Dr. House's friend, aren't you? You used to date him too." The woman said harshly and stopped Cuddy from leaving.
"I beg your pardon?" Cuddy was livid. "How do you know that?"
"Public record. You filed a relationship report and that goes into a database."
"Yes. I did go out with Dr. House. But things didn't work out. But we're still working together. What does it matter to you?" Cuddy said as he headed on to her office.
"It doesn't"
"Then what….?"
"I need to talk to Dr. House. He's ignored my phone calls and emails. It's important."
"You have a case for him?"
"No." Cuddy stopped walking at her door. She stared at the woman, sighed and opened her door; preparing herself to cut off the conversation that made no sense.
"I'm sorry…" Cuddy started but the woman cut her off.
"I'm his daughter."