A/N: Sometime after 'Instant Karma' Dedicated to k-tap and NOT tvandmusicfan hehehe
House had been getting ready to leave when Wilson had shown up, but after their conversation, he sat back down at his desk thinking. So, Wilson hadn't been the one to cancel Thirteen's plane ticket, neither had he or Foreman. It was highly doubtful that Thirteen was lying. It was even more unlikely, that Cameron, Chase, or Taub might have canceled her ticket. There weren't that many people that were interested enough to know what was going on with his team most of the time. So, who had done the deed? Could it have really been a simple airline mix up?
Hearing his door open, he looked up to see Cuddy entering. "Hi," she said, quietly. She looked surprised, as if she hadn't expected him to still be there. Placing three folders on his desk, she mumbled that she would like him to look at them the next day.
Suddenly, House's mind backtracked to the conversation they'd had earlier. The glean in her eyes had been pure mischief. There was little doubt in his mind that his ever-cunning vixen, had finally interfered. Why? What reason would she have had to want Thirteen to stay so badly?
Recognizing the look on House's face, Cuddy quickly moved to go. She was stopped instantly, as House's hand wrapped around hers. Her whole body tensed, knowing she would not only have to face what she had done, but explain it.
"Stop," he commanded softly. Turning her around to face him, he studied her features. Cuddy was blushing, but it wasn't from pride. She didn't care that she had done something horribly invasive. She wasn't ashamed that she had interfered. Yet, she was blushing.
"Let it go Greg," she said, voice shaking with emotion. How could she explain when she didn't understand herself? It had simply felt like the right thing to do. She hardly interacted with the younger doctor, but there was something there that she knew she would miss if it were gone. A chance at friendship perhaps? Thirteen might be the one person who understood her life well enough to honestly sympathize and be someone she could turn to.
"Why don't you want her to leave?" he asked, curiously. But, she didn't offer any explanation. He could read the panic in her body language and released her wrist. Noticing a pain that was usually void in her eyes, he didn't push further.
"She's not going to stay Lisa. She needs this." Pulling her down onto his lap, he held her closely as she cried. "Give her time. Just a little while. Then," he sighed, "Then I'll get her back for you. I swear." Holding her to his chest, he didn't pretend to understand.
Realizing how deep his feelings ran for the small brunette, he realized he didn't need to understand. He just needed to be there.