DISCLAMER: I do not own House MD, which sucks but I don't

Cuddy pulled over in front of Houses apartment building and locked the car door before he could move to get out. He heard the door lock slide down and glared at her pulling on the handle anyway. "Your staying with me, I am not leaving you alone." He stared at her, "what do you need?" she asked. He looked at her some more then shrugged and looked away. Cuddy sighed and popped her lock. She stepped out and shut the door she would manage. House knocked on the window of his door to get her attention. She came back to the car and he mouthed something, 'morphine' she nodded and went up the steps of the apartment.

House watched her climb up the steps and sighed sinking lower into the car seat she had drove around till he had calmed down enough. Now the street lights where flickering to life and stars where beginning to wake up. Normally he would admire a night like to night but he wasn't in the mood, he doubted he ever would be again. He closed his eyes and regretted it immediately, Wilson's face smiled at him as he pulled another one of his antic's, to be honest he loved watching smile, it was like the hole room lit up. He sighed again, he seemed to be doing that allot now, and rubbed his watering eyes "no more crying" he told himself curtly. For a while he had been sure his father had broken his ability to cry, now he couldn't seem to stop. He tipped his head back and stared up at the ceiling of the car and waited for Cuddy.

Cuddy dumped piles of clothes into a duffle bag and grabbed several pairs of tennis shoes most of which looked like they had never been worn. She had piled everything onto his couch and looked around for any sign of the morphine. Not spotting any and not wanting to leave him alone for to long Cuddy put her single shopper skills to use and stacking and piling things on top of each other she made her way out of the apartment and to her car. After packing everything into the trunk she slipped into the driver seat. House turned his head toward her his blue eyes dead. "I didn't see the morphine in the pile," his voice is dead panned and rough. "I couldn't find it she said.

"Up against the wall on top of the book shelf."

"Right," she said stepping out of the car again and heading back into his apartment.

This time he didn't even watch her go, just waited for her to return. The more his mind wandered the more he felt dead. he felt tired, he never knew crying could be so tiring. He closed his eyes tight then pinched the bridge of his nose trying to wake himself.

Cuddy came back out to the car her arms wrapped protectively around the metal moneybox. She spotted House with his head against the window eyes closed, his steady breathing fogging the glass. She smiled at the image. She had wondered how long it would take for him to fall asleep seeing as how hard he cried. She climbed into the car and started the engine and drove away. House was broken, and she needed to do everything in her power to bring back the House they all knew.

TBC

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