Haha sorry for the cliffhanger. I was going to carry on but it was such a great point to cut off! Here's the next part. Thanks again for all your reviews. Enjoy!

Phil kicked him in the side again causing House to groan loudly.

"You going to tell them or should I?" Phil shouted.
"I... I... It was a long time ago." House stuttered.
"I don't care how long ago it was, you killed my brother!"
"It wasn't my fault..." House began to pull himself to his feet.
"Oh of course not, it wasn't you who decided to give him the experimental treatment, it wasn't you who told him everything would be ok and it wasn't you who injected him with the medication." Phil's reply dripping in sarcasm.

"House?" Cuddy asked weakly.

"I didn't kill your brother. I'm a doctor, sometimes things go wrong ok. You're brothers kidneys were beyond repair even if we caught the correct disease in time he'd be dead!" House shouted now inches away from Phil.
"You don't know that! You had a choice!"
"Brother's dead so you decide to punish innocent people."
"I've been through it, so should others. Feel the hurt I felt losing someone."
"You don't really think you're the only fucker who's lost someone! I bet everyone in this room has."
"Yes maybe, but not when their loved one was murdered!"
"I didn't murder him!"
"You gave him a drug that you knew would kill him! How is that not murder!"

Cuddy couldn't take her eyes off House. She could have sworn she saw tears in his eyes; from rage or pain she assumed. But when one fell down his face she knew it was a tear of regret. A thing she thought she'd never see from Gregory House.

"What was I supposed to do?" House bowed his head.
"Give the other wanker the deathly drug and my brother the good stuff!"
"They both had the same disease. They both would have died if I didn't do anything. And last time I checked one death is better than two!"
"Not to me! Don't you fucking understand? This isn't about statistics. He was my brother!"

House looked down once more.

"I had two options, two drugs, one potential cure. I had to give both your brother and the other guy different drugs. Otherwise both would have been dead. Numbers don't lie!"
"But you gave my brother the one most likely to kill them!"

House stayed silent.

"Didn't you!"
"He was the one most likely to die anyway..." House regretted saying anyway especially as Phil's fist flew towards his face. House received the blow but returned the punch and both guys were in a brawl once again.

Suddenly the sound of a policeman over a loud speaker could be heard.

"Phil Turner. This is the police. You are surrounded. There is no way out so give yourself up now before anyone gets seriously hurt."

"Too late for that," House replied sarcastically wiping the blood away from his nose.

Suddenly one of the other men began shooting at the glass doors of the clinic towards the policeman. He came out of his hiding spot so he was in full view to the cops.

"Everyone get down." A policeman shouted over the loud speaker.

Phil and House were still standing but were near the entrance of Cuddy's office so out of view.

"John, don't!" Phil shouted to the man. But it was too late. The cops and John were in a shootout, one John lost. He fell hard to the floor after a number of bullets hit him. Cries and gasps were sounded from the other patients and staff.

"Fuck sake!" Phil screamed.
"Get in there!" He signalled for House to go back to Cuddy's office.
"You and what gun?"

"House!" Cuddy shouted and he turned around to see the other man holding a gun against Cuddy's head.

"Oh that gun. Well I better limp along."
"Bitch, you too." Phil signalled to Cuddy.
"Fuck off!" Cuddy replied not budging.
"Cuddy... are you crazy, the guy has a gun to your head." House was bemused.
"I'm fed up with him telling me what to do. He's not going to shoot."
"Well you're right there. I'm not going to shoot you... yet. David, take her in there."

It wasn't hard for the other man, David, to take Cuddy into her office. She was only small and this man was at least 17 stone and 6ft 2.

"Oh god Wilson," She ran straight to him. He had fallen out of his wheelchair and appeared to be unconscious. She saw Wilson had somehow managed to rip off part of his gown and tighten it around his gunshot wound.

House also leaned down to check his pulse. It hurt like hell, but he had to check on him. It was there and stronger than he expected. He sighed, a slight relief in the midst of this chaos. Cuddy looked up to him and he embraced her.

Phil meanwhile closed the door and blinds as David held the gun pointing towards the three on the floor. Screams could be heard outside as staff and patients began to run away to safety.

"Phase one complete." Phil said turning around to look at the three of them.

House then remembered what Phil had said. "Oh I will, but first I want to ruin your name, make you suffer, then I'll put you out of your misery." House shuddered. He had just attempted to ruin his name, now came the suffering part. He prayed for the first time in his life; that Phil's anger would be taken out solely on him and not Cuddy.

"Just let Cuddy go ok. You can do anything you want to me. Let her take Wilson out, he needs medical treatment immediately."
"House, I'm not leaving you."
"Don't be ridiculous Cuddy." House just said as he began to stand blocking the path to Cuddy.
"David grab him." The man pulled House with all his force.

House thrashed violently giving David a few good blows, but he would retaliate but hitting his weak spot. The final blow sent House's leg to give way and he fell onto his hands and knees. He looked up to see Phil struggling with Cuddy who was lying on her back on the desk. She kicked and punched him away but he was beginning to overpower her.

"Don't fucking touch her!" House screamed. He jumped to his feet only to collapse again.
"Cuddy don't give up." He pleaded.

She didn't. She had already been raped by this guy once. She gave a good fight then but she thought House would be dead if she didn't ultimately go through with it. This time both their lives were at risk, and she would rather die than be touched by this asshole again.

"Let go of me!" Cuddy pleaded as she kicked a foot in Phil's jaw.
"You bitch!" He shouted punching her back in the face.

"Bastard! Shoot me! Leave her alone!" House thrashed to free himself from David's grip. He suddenly noticed the gun Phil had dropped. It was poking out from under Wilson. He had obviously tried to grab it and was the reason why he was out of his wheelchair.