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This chapter was kinda hard to write since my muse was kinda cranky but with the help of Jane (LEfan77), Inês (Sheis1963) and Sissi (SissiCuddles) I managed to do it. Thanks so, soooooo much for your help, girls. Sending hugs to all of you.

What you should know before reading: I actually set this fanfic 5 years after the insane car incident, please let's change that to 3 years, okay?

So Rachel's six in this story :)

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Chapter 4

Cuddy was awoken from her sleep by a high-pitched voice that irrefutably belonged to no one else but her precious little daughter. "Mama!"

Slowly she opened up her eyes. The bright light – which was fully emerging into the room due to the non-existing curtains – was dazzling her.

"Hey baby." Cuddy said in a sleepy voice and smiled at the kid.

"You are already back!"

"Yes." Cuddy reached for Rachel's cheek to brush a strain of hair out of her face. "I was feeling kinda lonely in Princeton, so I decided to come back to you earlier."

"Did you say good bye to uncle Wilson from me?" Rachel wanted to know as she lay down next to her mom.

"I did, honey..."

Rachel hadn't actually known Wilson that well. She'd seen him about 3 times in the last few years but she still cared about him. Though the fact that he always brought her presents when he came for a visit did certainly help.

"Grandma and I lit a candle for him."

"You did?"

Rachel nodded enthusiastically.

"That's sweet of you." Cuddy's arm went around Rachel's back. They were lying so close together that their noses were almost touching.

After a short period of silence Rachel asked: "Do you think uncle Wilson is in heaven now?"

"I'm sure that's where he is. He is probably sitting on a cloud right now watching us." She felt, once again, a knot forming in her throat. She had lost track of how many times she'd cried or had been on the verge of tears in the last few days.

"Are there angels in heaven too?" Rachel started to play with her mommy's soft hair.

"Yeah… There are angels too. They look out for him and make sure that he has everything he needs."

"Then the angles are like you mommy… You also look out for me."

And this was it. She couldn't hold back her tears any longer. "Oh, Rach…" Cuddy gently caressed her daughter's back and pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. "You are such a sweetheart."

Seeing her mom crying was something Rachel had hardly ever seen before and it scared her a little. But then, she decided to do what mommy always does when she was crying: She snuggled closer to her mother, laid her arms around her and murmured: "I love you, mommy."

Tears were running down Cuddy's face but she had a smile on her lips. "I love you too, baby."

Cuddy stayed in bed the whole morning. She didn't even get up for breakfast or eat the toast Arlene had brought her.

She'd read a book with Rachel since the little girl loved to read and Cuddy enjoyed to be her audience very much.

It was half past twelve when she finally decided to get up from bed to take a bath.

She had just sat down in the bathtub when the door flew open and her mother walked in shamelessly.

"Mom! What are you doing in here?" Cuddy said indignantly.

"You haven't eaten the toast I made you. You are at least going to eat this soup." Arlene held out a bowl towards her daughter.

"I'm in the bathtub, mom!"

"I noticed."

"I'm not going to eat in here."

"You'll eat right here, right now."

"Don't you think I'm old enough to decide when and where I eat?"

"Right now I don't think you can do that."

Cuddy sighed and looked up into her mother's eyes. She was surprised to see her worried gaze.

"I know what I'm doing, mom."

Arlene put the bowl with the soup on the edge of the bathtub and said: "I hope you do." before she left the room.

He got startled awake by the loud ringing of his cell phone. He grunted and scanned the bedside table with his left hand until he finally found his cell and gripped it.

He didn't bother to check the caller ID. He was sure it was his team calling. They would pretend to need help with a non-existing case just so they could check up on him. Since Wilson died they had this stupid delusion that they had to play his baby sitter.

"I'm still alive and not interested in anything that has to do with the hospital. So fuck off." Was his charming greeting.

"House?" A quiet sobbing voice said.

It took him a few minutes until he finally realized who he was talking to. "Arlene?"

"I need you to get your ass to Boston… " She said in between sobs.

"What's going on?" A feeling that felt an awful lot like worry spread in his chest.

"Lisa… She… She had an accident."

No! No! No! No! No! No! No! This wasn't happening! This just wasn't happening! This couldn't be happening!

House's heart started beating like crazy… "How bad is it?"

"I don't know yet… Please come. She's in Boston General."

"I'm on my way." He said before he pressed the red button to end the call.

He jumped out of bed, put on the first clothes he found and was out of the door within two minutes.

He hadn't brushed his teeth nor kempt his hair. He hadn't cared about taking a jacket nor taken his ibuprofen. He didn't even take his cane with him.

None of that shit was important. He couldn't care less about all of that. Right now he just needed to get to Boston as fast as possible.

After emerging from the bathroom Cuddy, announced she was going into the hospital to do some paperwork.

Arlene had asked her if she was insane. She hadn't even tried for a second to understand her daughter. If she had, though, she would have realized that all Cuddy wanted was to distract herself. She wanted to distract herself from the loss she felt and from all the other feelings she had and didn't want to have.

After being in the hospital for a about an hour Cuddy had to admit that her distraction theory sucked.

Whatever she did, she always ended up thinking of Wilson and House.

She couldn't remember if she had ever missed something so much like she missed the time in Princeton. She missed it so much that it hurt… So much that it made her feel sick.

Since Wilson died and since she met House again, she had been reminded of how much she loved spending time with the two boys and how much fun they always had… She wished she could turn back time and prevent a few things from happening.

But even thinking about this was a waste of time… There was no way she could change what had happened in the past. What happened, happened. There was no way anyone could change that.

House was in Boston within a few hours. He had exceeded every speed limit there was but he couldn't care less about it. All he wanted was to see Cuddy and make sure that she would be okay.

He parked his car in the first free lot he found. He didn't give a shit about it being in a non-parking zone.

When he entered Boston General he immediately limped over to the nurses' station that was, like in PPTH, situated in the middle of the lobby.

"I need to know what room Lisa Cuddy is in."

A nurse looked up from the computer. "She isn't here at the moment. She took a few days off."

"I'm not here to talk with her about something work related… I'm a friend and I need to see her… I know that she's here. Tell me what room she is in?"

The nurse sighed. "Okay… She is here… But just unofficially. She's in her office."

"In her office?" House asked, lifting up his eyebrows in question.

"Yes."

"Where is it?"

"Just around the corner on the left side."

"Okay…" He turned around, murmured "thanks" as he limped his way over to the office of no one but Dr. Lisa Cuddy.

Cuddy was surprised when she heard a knock on her office door. She hadn't thought that someone would disturb her since nurse Amy and nurse Stella were the only ones that knew that she was here.

"Come in!" She said.

Cuddy looked up from her paper work and saw the door opening up very slowly.

When she realized who the intruder was her heart almost stopped.

House.

What the fuck is HE doing here? What the fuck goes on in that crazy mind of his? She didn't want to see him! She wanted him away from there! How could he dare show up there?

She looked at him with an angry gaze. "You really dared to show up here."

"I know… I just… Are you okay?"

"Go away!"

"I will… But not before you answer the question: Are you okay?" He rebated.

"I don't want to see you, don't you get that?"

"I know you hate me and I know you want me to go away… But I won't do that before you tell me that you are alright."

"I am alright!" She shouted. "It's not like my best friend just died or my insane ex started to stalk me."

"Your mom called and told me you had an accident."

"What?"

"She told me to come…"

Cuddy face-palmed and murmured: "She makes me crazy."

"I…" House wanted to say something but Cuddy cut him off.

"No… Don't say anything… Just leave."

"Cuddy, I…"

She cut him off again: "Leave!"

It hurt… But he knew that it was his own fault that it was like that between the two of them.

Without saying anything else, House turned and left the room.

When her office door fell with a click into the lock Cuddy broke down. Again.

She started crying… She started crying over her failed relationship with House, over the feelings she still had for him and over the loss of her best friend.

She was a mess.

He was mad. Really mad.

What the hell was Arlene thinking?

She'd called him and acted like Cuddy was seriously injured and then it turned out that she had just lied to him and that Cuddy was physically fine.

What kind of sick joke was that?

He had been worried like hell… Due to Arlene's sobbing on the phone he had even thought that Cuddy was dead.

What the fuck was wrong with this woman!

He pressed the bell button with an enormous force. Once. Twice. And then for a third and a fourth time until the front door finally opened up and Mama Cuddy was standing in front of him.

"Are you fucking nuts?" House asked her in an angry voice.

The answer to his question was a slap. A hard slap on his right cheek.

"This was for what you did to my daughter." Her voice was equally as angry as his.

House was just about to say something when she surprised him with another hard slap.

For a moment he thought that he would fall over… Hell that woman should have become a boxer.

Her eyes settled on his. Her gaze was cold. "And this was for calling me nuts."

House's hand went to his hurting cheek and rubbed it. "What a lovely welcome greeting."

"You don't deserve any other greeting from the mother of the woman whose life you've destroyed."

He couldn't object… Arlene was right.

"Well, if I'm such a horrible guy then why the hell did you tell me to come?"

She stepped closer to him, her eyes were still on his. "Because I want you to fix what you've destroyed."

TBC...

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