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Karen's (SvufanEOshipper) Author's Note: First, I really want to thank all of you for your beautiful response with Chapter 1. OK, I wrote this chapter and I really hope you like it!

Stacy's (margret2u) Author's Note: Aww! You guys all gave amazingly supportive responses to chapter 1! Because of that we decided to write chapter 2. This chapter was written by Karen, and I must say she did an ABSOLUTELY AMAZING JOB on it! I hope you enjoy!!!


Chapter 2: Scarier than Aliens Dominating the World?

Lots of people stepped in. But, House wasn't paying attention to them, or the man's morbid body three feet away either. All he cared about in that moment was her, Cuddy. She had slowly closed his eyes, having difficulty breathing. Two doctors came to them; they put Cuddy on a stretcher, taking her rapidly to the Emergency Room. House followed them closely, as fast as he could limp. Right then, the pain on the leg had gone somewhere else, to a place that seemed so far away...

The process of taking Cuddy out of danger passed slowly. House, Chase, and many other doctors and nurses were there, helping and hoping the Dean of Medicine would survive. One hour, two hours... the bullets were out, but she had lost so much blood... Three hours, the wounds were closed; Cuddy had been stabilized and taken to another room. House, who had never left her side, was there, sitting in the chair next to her bed, holding her hand and staring at her pale skin.

Flashbacks of many moments together haunted House. From their first kiss, when she was shattered about losing her first little girl, to that recent night, when everything he'd been fantasizing about came true. He squeezed her hand tighter, trying to stop the tears from falling down his face. Against his useless efforts, the cry started. A silent, painful cry. Then he realized that was the first time he ever cried for a woman, after Stacy.

But, Cuddy was not just a woman. She was the woman, the woman he saw every day, the incredibly sexy and beautiful woman, who now was sleeping next to him. He shook his head, trying to dispel the thought that had just struck his mind. What if she... didn't make it? What if she had a heart attack due to the bullet shoot right next to it? No, he couldn't go there, he couldn't think about loosing her.

His tired eyes eventually started closing, each blink became longer and heavier.

He walked without his cane through Cuddy's house; he searched every room just to make sure she wasn't in any of them. For God's sake, where else could she be?

"Lisa!" House shouted, desperately, "Where are you?"

After receiving no answer, he went out, maybe she was in the street, maybe she was at the hospital. He took a cab, which took him to the hospital. When he was about to get out of it, he asked the driver,

"Have you seen Lisa Cuddy?" His voice was almost begging for a 'yes'.

"Who?" The driver asked, confused.

He rolled his eyes, "You idiot!" He spatted, the he shut the car's door and ran to the Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital front door. When he entered, he noticed black ribbons hanging from the walls. The fear rushed through his body.

"Wilson!" He called and his friend turned to him, his eyes red.

"Where is she? Where's Cuddy?" House asked. Wilson pulled him into a tight embrace.

"I'm... so... so sorry. She... passed away," Wilson whispered, crying.

"House… House, wake up!" House felt his shoulder being weakly shrugged. He opened his eyes and saw Cuddy, who had reached out to him.

"You shouldn't be awake," He said, scratching his eyes.

"I know. I didn't wake up because I wanted to. Your screams were responsible," Cuddy explained, putting her head on her pillow.

"Screams? Yeah, right." House said, remembering his dream, his heart was still speed up.

"You were yelling: 'No, no!' What were you dreaming about?" She asked as she looked skeptically to him

"Aliens dominating the world... Quite scary..." He lied.

When Cuddy heard the word 'scary', images of her recent experience flashed through her head, but they were all blurry and confusing. She had so many doubts, who was that guy? And why did he shot her? She remembered him pulling the trigger, and then the most heartrending pain spreading through her body, burning the place where the bullet had landed. And after two seconds that seemed like ages, one more shot. After that, everything was unclear. How had she survived with two mortal wounds taking the life from her?

"What happened... after I was shot?" Cuddy asked, searching through her memories.

"I don't know... I just heard three shots and..." House couldn't continue explaining. He did know what she had done, then how he was saving her, but the fact of admitting it to her was... unattainable.

"And what?" She insisted, as both heard someone knocking at the door. Apparently, Chase had been spying on them to see if Cuddy had woken up. House stood up and limped to him.

"I found this by the elevator," Chase announced and showed him the brown cane.

House snatched it from him and asked, "What do you want?"

"Umm, I think we should talk in private." Chase said, as House went out of the room, and he closed the door.

Cuddy stared at them; she could see them through the transparent walls, whose curtains were unfolded. Chase was talking rapidly, so she couldn't read his lips to discover what he was saying. House maintained the same expression during the whole conversation, like someone was informing him about the suddenly resignation of the president.

After 7 minutes of expectation, House entered to her room again. Cuddy noticed he was avoiding her look.

"What did he say?" Cuddy asked when House had sat down again.

He shook his head, with her eyes fixed on the floor.

"Tell me. Was it something bad? House, I have the right to know!" She said, starting to get nervous, and panic a bit.

House shook his head again and he whispered almost incomprehensible words, "I... you... can't know..."

Cuddy exclaimed frantically, "What?! What is it?!" Suddenly, she concerned about someone else, someone who was supposed to be with the babysitter, but not during nights. She looked at the clock, it marked '2:47pm'.

"Where's Rachel? Anybody picked her up?" She asked him, worried.

"Trust me, at the moment; the last thing you should care about is your baby." House answered, with severity.

"Why the hell are you saying such a thing? What's going on?" Cuddy asked, as the fear became deeper. Whatever Chase had told House, was important, so important that at that time, even House looked worried.


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