As requested Lucas is gone! I wasn't really sure how to do that, because I honestly don't know the character at all, but I did my best. Thanks for all the reviews, you guys are awesome! If its alright I'm going to add friendship as a genre, because I do want to get some more interactions with the team and Wilson as well as Cuddy if that's cool with you guys, let me know. Also do you guys want Cameron to come back for a visit? I like her interactions with House as one of his ducklings but only as a friend, and might bring her back for a visit if you guys want. Thanks again, and as usual I don't own House.

"House, House!" Chase cried kneeling next to his boss. House didn't move at all. He grabbed his phone and quickly found Foreman's number in his contacts.

"Foreman," Chase called urgently.

"Chase? How did you get this numb-?"

"I found House he's in the parking lot. He was attacked, we're over by his handicapped spot, get me a gurney!!" He shouted, before throwing his phone down.

"Stay with me, House, stay with me." He muttered looking frantically over his bloodied and bruised boss. It looked like the man had beaten House's head repeatedly with the cane, and may have smashed some ribs as well. There was too much blood to tell where it was all coming from.

Chase heard footsteps behind him, and saw Foreman dashing towards them with two tall orderlies not far behind pulling a gurney. Foreman froze for a moment, a look of fear flashing through his eyes. It was about the most emotion Chase had ever seen Foreman show.

The orderlies kept moving though, and lifted House quickly onto the lowered gurney. They began dashing toward the hospital with Chase and Foreman not far behind.

Cuddy settled into her car, only to hear a buzz from her phone. One new voicemail. She lifted her phone to ear, and was surprised to hear Lucas.

"Lise, you missed our lunch date again. For the sixth time. I'm not sure what's up with you, but I'm sick of it. Always waiting for you, hoping that you'll show up this time. That's not the way it's supposed to be. I never get to see you anymore, and I can't take it. I think were done, I'm sorry. Call me if you want to talk. Bye."

Cuddy sat frozen, shocked. She felt tired, so tired. She had thought Lucas was the one. She had been holding onto her dream of the perfect husband, with the big house, and family, and two dogs. Lucas had fit into that picture. But no, he was gone, and she was all alone again. A single tear rolled down her cheek.

She needed to get away. She pulled the car out of the spot. She turned and glanced back only to see four men pushing a gurney from the parking lot towards the hospital. She didn't want to go back now, but knew she should at least figure out what was going on. She pulled out onto the road and dialed Wilson's number.

It rang, but no one picked up.

"Wilson, call me, its Cuddy." She said leaving a message for Wilson, and hoping that he wouldn't detect the sadness in her voice, not really wanting to be interrogated. . She thought about calling someone else, but didn't really feel like it. She felt empty, and miserable, knowing that she would be going home to an empty house tonight. She pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store, realizing she needed to get some food for dinner. She stepped out of the car when her phone rang. She pulled herself together, and answered it.

"Hey Cuddy, its Wilson, what's up?"

"I saw someone being brought in from the parking lot as I was leaving, do you think you can check and see what's up for me?"

"Sure, I'm headed to the lobby and out right now, so I'll check, hold on a sec."

Cuddy waited for Wilson's response, the phone pinned to her ear. Seconds later she heard Wilson calling faintly "House, shit, what's wrong? Oh my god, House! Is that blood? " The phone went off, as though it had been dropped.

Cuddy felt suddenly short of breath. What was going on? What was wrong with House. She slammed the door to the car and immediately sped off towards the hospital. If there was something really wrong with House. . . No she wouldn't let her mind go there. She thought to the last time she and House had spoken earlier this morning.

Earlier that day . . .

She had walked into his office hoping for an update on his case, as it was a hospital donor. He had his feet on his desk, his earbuds in, and his eyes closed, looking completely relaxed.

"House," she said. He didn't move. "House!" louder this time.

"Hmm," he said without looking up. House had been avoiding her after they'd had another argument involving her and Lucas. She had ended up saying she'd never want a relationship with House even if Lucas wasn't in the picture, and never had. House had stormed off.

"How's the case going?"

"Good."

"Did you figure it out?"

"Nope."

"Then maybe you should work on it instead of listening to music."

"Hmm."

"House! Go work on your case." There was no response once again. "God damn it House, you have no idea how many times a day I wish I'd never hired you, never met you!" She had shouted before storming out. She walked down the hallway, taking a deep breathe, wondering what was wrong with her. In the past, Cuddy would have thought of some clever way to motivate House to do his work, and both would have walked away feeling like they'd one, that was how it worked. Now every time they were in room together it turned into a yelling match. Neither of them wanted to play games anymore.

Cuddy pulled up into the hospital, and jumped out of the car. If House wasn't ok, if that was the last thing she ever said to him, she didn't know what she'd do. That was ridiculous she told herself. House wasn't going to die, she was overreacting, he was probably fine and she had no reason to rush here. She dashed through the doors, and saw Taub and Thirteen running through the hallway toward an ICU room. She ran after them catching up as they reached the door. It was House. And he was coding.

"Charging, 150!" Chase called frantically. "Clear!"