Firstly I would like to thank everyone who has complemented me on Martha because if you threw me into a similar situation that girl is essentially me, I love writing her because it's like playing pretend ^.^

Secondly I would like to give a shout out to all my reviewers: HuddyGirl, Alex, Abby, lenasti16, just lobe, shawdoo, momsboy and lin12344 thank you all, you are making all this worthwhile with your support

And lastly (no I didn't forget you) IHeartHouseCuddy. You're support has been lovely and I thought you deserved your own special little line hehe

And on with the story...

Martha's chest rose and fell steadily while her mind was enraptured by sleep and Cuddy couldn't deny how different she looked. She didn't have lines or wrinkles on her face as such but it did hold a set, a mask of sorts that made her look older. Put there by grief you shouldn't feel when you're only 15, but she did because something horrible and unfair had happened to her so early on in her life when she should be worrying about spots and boys and grades. Not a runaway father and a mother she'd have to put in the ground when the inquiry's over. She looked peaceful and contented for the first time since Cuddy had met her just two days ago and her face softened. She would have to go to work soon but Martha got ready very quickly and she looked as if she could do with the extra sleep. The bags under her eyes were becoming more pronounced, Cuddy hoped it was just the jet lag affecting her. She should be sleeping better in a few days Cuddy told herself before heading downstairs to make breakfast for them both.

Martha's eyes snapped open the second Cuddy left the room, the sound opening the door made had pulled her from sleep and she decided to just pretend until Lisa woke her up, but she didn't. Just stood at the doorway for a few seconds before clicking it closed again. She stumbled from her bed and sat in front of the mirror on her dressing table; 'her' room was nice, pretty and large but it didn't feel like home, she only had a practical liking of some of the things in there and her mirror was one of them, it was one of the hinged ones that had a big mirror in the middle and two smaller ones flanking it that folded inwards. She's washed her hair the night before so it hung dramatically around her face in glossy waves. Martha defiantly looked like her mum, and her mum looked just like Lisa so when she looked at herself in the mirror she saw the image of an awkward relationship that should have never existed. With a sigh Martha dragged her brush through her hair and applied her makeup before pulling on a pair of skinny jeans, a faded green band tee shirt and picked up her bag before descending down the stairs to decline Cuddy's attempt at breakfast and pull on her red converse before sitting silently in the car.

HOUSEHOUSEHOSUE

"Hey" Martha said with a smile as she breezed through the glass door, she helped herself to a glass of water and sat down across from Cameron who greeted her in a similar fashion.

"Hey Martha" Cameron told her before sliding a file across to her "I like your tee shirt and I thought you might want to know how the man with botulism's doing"

"Thanks" Martha replied to both statements before becoming engrossed in the file stating yesterday's patient's treatment and current status. He was stable and his vitals were getting stronger by the hour; Martha felt a warm glow of pride at correctly diagnosing him and gave a broad grin.

Chase and Foreman burst through the door laughing about some joke or another and flopped down into the remaining seats, chatting away to the two women that already occupied the office.

HOUSEHOUSEHOUSE

Cuddy's door opened and crashed against the wall, making her jump but also telling her who was coming in. Only one person she knew opened doors with such vigour and drama. House.

"I can't have a kid hanging round my office" He said, getting straight to the point "She's gonna kill someone" he continued, he was about to carry on but Martha crashed through the door

"Hey, Cuddy, can I have-"

"Go away Junior, mommy and daddy are talking grown up stuff" House cut her off, gesturing for her to leave with his hand and she started to leave but her eyes grew dark and she turned around and let them burn into Cuddy for a second.

"You're nothing like my mum" she said simply before turning around and slamming the door behind her. She desperately wanted to go back to the office, but she could still hear Cuddy and House talking and decided to wait around and listen to the show.

Cuddy waited a few seconds until she thought Martha would be out of earshot before letting her anger show "Great!" she stated sarcastically "Now she hates me even more and I didn't even say a word!" she finished, her voice tinged with desperation. Were they destined to live on metaphorical egg shells? Would Martha ever do more than simply tolerate her? Cuddy found it strangely hilarious that Martha dictated everything in her life now, what they ate, when they went to bed. Things an adult would decide for a child; she really had turned the tables in every way possible.

"Oh come on. Don't be so dramatic" House reasoned "You hate her too"

"I don't hate her!" Cuddy defended and Martha felt strangely warm and happy. She immediately pushed the feeling down. She didn't like Lisa. Christ she could barely tolerate her. So why are you so desperate to be accepted?" A rouge voice in her mind asked, she promptly went and ignored it. She didn't like Lisa. "I don't know her" Cuddy carried on and Martha shifted closer to the door so she could hear through the thick wood better "I don't know what to do with her." She finished desperately and anger flared up in Martha again. She doesn't know what to do with me!? What am I? An object? A thing?

"Well I should have to deal with her just because you don't want to." House countered seamlessly and the fury drained as quickly as it had come. House doesn't want me? She thought sadly. House seemed to be the one other person in this whole hospital who understood what it was like to be screwed over when there was no one to legitimately blame. "Chase and Foreman have complained to me as well. No one wants a kid hanging around. No one except Cameron, they're getting on like a teen novel on fire" Martha sprinted away from the door. Not wanting to hear any more. She didn't stop until she had found a cupboard deep in the hospital, as far away from House and Cuddy and she could get before she let the tears fall.

She didn't care about Foreman, he had made it quite clear that he didn't like her and she had in turn made it quite clear the feeling was mutual, but Chase? Chase had reminded her of home, she'd only sat in the office with them for a little while but they had talked about England, she'd felt better; a little less homesick and a little more capable of taking America by storm. And he didn't like her, he had complained. Cuddy didn't know how to act around her, she was a mess and so was her life. All this time she'd been desperate to show how grown up she was, Cameron was the only person that had gotten past Martha's carefully built guard, knocked down the walls she's built around herself after her mum had been hit by a car in march. She'd been killed on impact and Martha's life had been in turmoil ever since; inside she was just a lost little girl trying to find someone to take her home.

The tears wouldn't stop, they just came faster and faster and it was all Martha could do to breathe around the desperate sobs. She unclasped the pretty oval locket from around her neck and opened it, revealing the photo of a pretty woman that looked like and older version of the woman she was now staying with, they were a spitting image of each other, no denying the relation.

"I miss you so much mum" she cried desperately, clinging to the locket as if it was the only thing stopping her floating away. She cried until there were no tears left and Cameron was frantic with worry, she'd only gone to get some money of Cuddy for lunch and that had been hours ago. She stood up decisively and swept out the door leaving a confused chase and Foreman sitting in her wake

A bit more angsty then I first intended, but Martha just ran away with me and this is what happened. I hope I didn't make you all too sad and I hope you know all understand the many layers of Martha.

As always, please review!