Cuddy sat poised at her desk. She had called James Wilson, asking if he was free to come to her office. It was still early in the day and House was finishing up his patient's chart, prolonging his time before having to report to Cuddy about his suspension. Wilson, who already knew of the suspension, was quite eager to talk to Cuddy about it and hopefully get the full story instead of the sarcastic, choppy tale House told. Cuddy's eyes followed Wilson as he moved to her office and entered.

Wilson spoke simply, "You can't suspend him."

"I know." Cuddy agreed, "Unfortunately, he's too great an asset to have on suspension."

Wilson walked to Cuddy's desk and took a seat in front of it, "He's going to humiliate and ridicule you to the bone when you take back the suspension."

Cuddy shook her head, "Doesn't matter. I'm making him work Clinic hours from hell."

Wilson looked Cuddy over, his intuition examining her. He was good at reading people, to which Cuddy was well aware. Wilson smiled.

"He really got to you this time." Wilson leaned back in his chair.

"I don't appreciate it when he purposely defies my authority and then flaunts his accomplishment in my face." Cuddy retorted to Wilson's true observation.

"He was right, though." Wilson raised his eyebrows with a small nod.

Cuddy let out a breath, "I know."

Wilson gave a parting smile and stood from his chair. He headed towards the door.

"Wilson."

Cuddy's voice stopped him. Wilson turned around.

"There's more?" Wilson asked.

"Did House say anything to you?" Cuddy ignored Wilson's question.

Wilson was intrigued, "About?"

Cuddy paused a moment, debating. Should she tell Wilson? She was quite certain House would let it spill soon enough and probably not only to Wilson, but also to his team, as well as half the hospital staff and a good majority of the patients.

"I was pregnant with his baby." Cuddy said, almost ashamed to admit something that, if it hadn't happened, would have sounded completely ludicrous.

"What?!" Wilson blinked, "When did...?"

"It was four years ago, Wilson, get over it." Cuddy's harsh tone came through.

Wilson paused and Cuddy waited as he calculated the new information, "You were pregnant."

"Yeah." Cuddy replied and drew her eyes away from Wilson.

"Okay..." Wilson was nodding, "And you told House...?"

Cuddy looked back at Wilson, "Last night. We were having a heated argument and it just came out."

"And you want me to...?" Wilson spoke slowly, thoughts racing, wheels turning.

"See what he says about it." Cuddy answered.

Wilson raised his eyebrows, "Well, I do love a good challenge on a Monday."

Wilson stared at Cuddy a moment, then turned and walked out. He wasn't sure what he would do or say to House, but the news made him certain he had to say something.

Wilson entered House's office hesitantly. He smiled at his friend, "Good morning."

House, who had been playing a video game, set it down and stared at Wilson, almost disgusted, "She told you."

Wilson's eyebrows drew together, surprised, "How do you do that?"

"Once Cuddy opens the dam," House started, picking up his cane and standing, " She can't seem to shut it back up."

House limped past Wilson and made his way out of his office.

"Where are you going?" Wilson asked as he followed after.

"Smoke break." House replied, continuing on.

"House." Wilson caught up to House, striding alongside of him.

"I need to go get my punishment." House said, glancing at Wilson, "I've been a bad boy."

House stopped at the elevators and punched the button on the wall, causing the small circle around the button to light. Wilson stood next to House.

"What are you thinking?" Wilson asked, turning slightly so he could see House's face.

"Nothing." House looked at Wilson and knew he would have to say something more if he ever wanted Wilson to get away from him, "She aborted it. Nothing to think about."

"You're not even a little curious about the whole situation?" Wilson asked, incredulous, "Why she aborted it without telling you? Wondering what it would have been like if she kept it?"

House shook his head, "Nope."

"You lie." Wilson accused.

The elevator doors slid open. House hobbled inside and turned around. He pressed the down button and then looked at Wilson.

"I never lie." House replied and the elevator doors shut, ending their conversation.

Cuddy's back was turned as she sat in her chair. She was piling charts from the Clinic into a sizable stack, preparing to go on a House hunt. She swiveled around in her chair, about to stand, when she jumped at the sight of House standing in the middle of her office.

"Should I have knocked?" House asked, turning his head slightly.

"I'm not suspending you." Cuddy stood from her chair, charts in hand.

"Ah, shucks." House pumped a fist, imitating a voice that was annoyingly childish, "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me."

Cuddy frowned, "Don't think you're getting off scot free."

"I don't seem to be getting off at all." House interrupted, crudely.

"All you are going to be doing for the next two weeks is Clinic duty." Cuddy ignored his comment and dumped the charts into House's arms.

Cuddy moved past House, towards her office door. House spun around.

"What about my team?" He asked as if he actually cared.

Cuddy faced him, "I'm sure they'll find something constructive to do."

"What if someone has a mysterious, unsolvable illness?" House stalled.

"I'll call you." Cuddy glared and left her office.