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Cuddy let out a sigh as she finally reached her driveway, almost three thirty in the morning.
She turned off her car and sat there for a moment, her mind racing over what both House and Wilson had said to her.
Cuddy didn't want to treat him, and she knew that more than likely that House would end up doing more harm than good. But she wouldn't allow herself to transfer him. If she did, that would prove that she was weak. That he had won, that he had succeeded in making her a victim.
She would force herself to suffer though it, to deal with House's ludicrous and probably deadly treatments and deny him the pleasure of making Simon feel pain, even though she was aching to go in there and remove the morphine drip herself.
She looked at herself in the mirror, groaned at the unsightly bruise on her face, let out a final sigh and got out of the car before shutting the door behind her.
Cuddy walked up the drive way and unlocked the door, longing for the comfort of her bed and a good night's sleep, although she knew the latter would not come so easy.
She walked into her house and turned around to shut the door behind her when it happened.
Two arms encased around her waist and pulled her backwards into her attacker.
Cuddy let out a scream as loud as she could, struggling to get away from whoever had grabbed her, her minds flashing back to just a mere hour and a half ago.
"Get off me!" she shrieked as she struggled against the man who had her, letting out a sob. "Not again!"
"Calm down!" a familiar voice told her as the man held her firmly before turning her around to face him, but her eyes were closed and she was too distracted to put the voice to the face. "It's just me!"
"Let go of me!" she cried as she tried to push him away, "please don't hurt me!"
"Lisa, relax!" the voice once again called, much more firmly as he gently shook her.
At the sound of her name, she opened her eyes and gasped in shock as she looked at the man she believed was her attacker.
"Lucas," Cuddy breathed as he looked at her like she had just sprouted an extra eye.
He reached behind her and flipped on the light switch, still looking at her in shock, his light green eyes narrowed in confusion, wearing a baggy T-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts.
"I stayed up to wait for you," he explained cautiously. "I feel asleep on the couch and saw you pull in. I didn't mean to scare you. And- what the hell happened to you?" he asked as he looked over the bruise on her face, his eyes trailing down the ripped blouse to the bruises on her arms
Cuddy let out a cry before she collapsed in his arms, her sobs shaking both of them.
"Oh god, Lisa, what happened to you?" he breathed, terrified of her answer.
Cuddy shook her head and held him tighter, the tears flowing down her face.
"Lisa, please!" Lucas pleaded, on the verge of tears himself. "Tell me what happened!"
When she didn't answer, he pulled away to look in her eyes, still clinging to her. "Lisa," he began, the terror in his voice over riding the calm he was trying to portray. "Were you attacked?"
"All he did was hit me a little," she lied as she buried her head in his neck, forcing herself not to push him away.
"You're lying," Lucas accused. "Lisa, please, talk to me."
"I'm fine. I just want to go to bed."
"Lisa-"
"Lucas, please," Cuddy pleaded, the tears making their way down her face once more. "If you really love me, you'll let it drop."
Lucas sighed and looked at her for a moment, and the look of desperation and pain on her face cut through him like physical pain.
"If that's what you really want, then I'll do it."
"That's what I want," Lisa said, unable to even form a half smile.
Lucas made a move to kiss her, but Cuddy turned her head ever so slightly so that his lips fell on her cheek instead of her lips.
Lucas pulled back at once and Cuddy took a shuddering breath before she looked back up at him. "Thank you for dropping it. I'm going to get ready for bed, alright?"
Lucas nodded, "alright. I'll be in a minute; I just want to get something to drink."
Without so much as nod, she turned and headed for their bedroom.
She closed the door behind her and kicked off her heels. She gingerly took the remains of her shredded blouse off as well as pulling down her skirt and throwing both pieces of clothing aside.
She stripped herself of her bra and panties before she reached her dresser and pulled out a baggy T-shirts of Lucas's and pulled it on, letting out a soft hiss of pain when the fabric brushed against her bruises.
Cuddy went over to the bed and laid down, covering herself with the blanket, shivering slightly, getting her body used to the cold that she hadn't felt since Lucas had moved in.
She looked at the clock and groaned. Three thirty. She had to be up in two and a half hours, out the door in three.
"Maybe I'll just sleep in tomorrow," she muttered as she closed her eyes and turned away from the clock, sleep overtaking her easily.
Once he was sure that she was done getting ready for bed, Lucas picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number.
It rang several times before a very irritated voice answered. "What on earth could you want at three thirty in the morning?"
"House, it's Lucas," he whispered, unsure if Cuddy was asleep yet or not.
"Thanks for telling me. The 'don't pick up, it's a dumb ass' contact name could have been anyone," he snapped. "Now what do you want?"
"It's about Cuddy."
"Did she make it home alright?" House asked, and Lucas was almost shocked to hear the concern in his voice.
"Yeah, but something's wrong with her."
"Something I've been trying to tell people for years."
"I'm serious, House! She came home, freaked out when I wrapped my arms around her. Then she told me that some guy just hit her a little, but I know it was worse than that."
There was silence on the other end before House spoke. "She was attacked tonight in the hospital parking lot."
"Like mugged or-"
"No. Some guy tried to rape her in the parking garage."
For a moment, the world seemed to stand still for Lucas. Lisa, the woman he loved more than life itself, had attacked. Some low life bastard had dared to try to hurt her.
"He didn't go all the way," House told him, knowing it did no good for whatever scenario ran through Lucas's mind right then.
"I'm gonna kill him," Lucas growled into the phone. "What police station is he at?"
"He's not at some police station. He got sick during the attack and he's actually admitted in our hospital. No one can figure out what's wrong with him."
Lucas shook his head in disbelief, "you're not treating him are you?"
"Bosses orders."
"No! House you can't let this bastard live! Not after what he did to her!" he shouted before lowering his voice considerably, not wanting to wake up Rachel or Cuddy. "He doesn't deserve to live."
"Trying telling that to Cuddy. I told her the same thing, but she's adamant on me treating the guy."
"Screw up the diagnosis," Lucas prompted. "Give him some dangerously high amounts of some type of drug and then just say that you got it wrong and didn't catch it in time."
"Do you honestly think that Cuddy won't notice if I give him a gallon of morphine and just say, 'oops, we screwed up, and now the guy I already admitted I didn't want to treat is dead.' I've heard of women going for dumber men to make themselves seem smarter, but that's just sad."
"She'll notice, but she won't do anything. She… she cares about you, House. You wouldn't get in trouble if your hand just happened to slip in a dangerous operation."
There was once again silence on the other end of the line before he spoke. "I'll see what I can do. And Lucas?"
"What, House?"
"Take care of her."
Lucas was left stunned as the tiny click told him that the call had ended.
He looked down at the phone before he tossed it on the couch and went into the bedroom as quiet as he could.
Lucas climbed into bed as gently as he could and pulled the covers over him and wrapped his arms around her and got as close to her as he could.
"I love you," he whispered faintly in her ear before he kissed her cheek. "I'll never let anything hurt you again."
He looked down at her sleeping form for a moment before he rested his head on the pillow and closed his eyes, his own sleep over taking him.
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