This one is for the people who helped me make this endeavor a success (so far): to personal friends and chat-mates and PM-mates, constant reviewers and those who had this story on alert. It made me feel good even just to think that someone somewhere is taking some time to glimpse at the story I post everytime I make an upload. Thank you and lots of love.

Anyway, the reason I made that speech (weeheheh! Consider that one!) is because this chapter will be the beginning of HUDDY-ness! clap-clap-clap-bow-bow-bow Thank You! Thank You! clap-clap-clap And the answers to your question will be answered, one by one! clap-clap-clap

So, rock on!

Same Legends: Boldsare flashbacks, not necessarily remembered by one character or anyone; Bolded Italics are memories from some character; Italics are thoughts; and Normal fonts are story lines.

Ooooh! Look, it's a song fic! (Again!) Sorry, I can't resist. Songs are my inspiration.

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Mmmm…

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Greg closed his eyes at the sound of Madonna's voice as she start to hum.

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Mmmm…

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He nodded along with every beat as if nothing else in the world matters.

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Say good-bye to not knowing when
The truth in my whole life begin
Say good-bye to not knowing how to cry
You taught me that
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Of course, before the song had begun to play in his i-pod, he was aware that someone is in his shower. He just kind a get lost in the song and sort of forgot that that someone who's taking a shower in his bathroom does not have her full memory on her head nor is it working in full capacity.

Lisa called his name but her voice was a murmur as compared to his full blast headphones with Madonna's voice luring Greg to someplace in his dreams.

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And I'll remember the strength that you gave me
Now that I'm standing on my own

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She called again, tried to retrieve him from his reverie.

Ironically, his head danced along with the beat of the song as he unconsciously neglects Lisa.

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I'll remember the way that you saved me
I'll remember
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"JESUS CHRIST!" Greg jumped off the couch when he was startled by a cold hand that had touched his face, the song totally faded in the background as his i-pod experience a violent fall to the floor.

"I'm cold." Lisa said, chilling.

Greg's jaw dropped in amazement, his eyes widened: "How can you not be cold? YOU'RE NAKED!"

"I'm freezing," she rubbed her hands together as she hug herself with her arms, her hair dripping.

He looked at her from feet up, drooling: Its way better than pornnaughtyboysandgirls(dot)com…and well, free of charge, no mastercard.

Lisa frowned, amazed at his reaction.

He stood there for another minute or so, mesmerized.

She blushed.

He shook his head violently, and brought his hand to his face, to his eyes, trying really hard to shake the mischievous thought in his head: "Have you never heard clothes? Like… the one you have worn before you stepped in the shower?" He said angrily at her.

She did not know how to react but spoke: "That's what I was about to ask you, where are my clothes?"

He retracted his index finger and his middle finger to free his right eye to search for the bag that Nilo Cuddy had brought into his house earlier that afternoon. Actually, before he searched the room with his eye, he threw Lisa's body a fast glimpse and whispered to himself something like: Damn, priapism!

"There, there! Near the piano seat. Take the bag, it has some of your clothes," then shut his eye down underneath his fingers. He felt Lisa's footsteps to the direction of the piano.

But instead of taking the bag hurriedly, she opened it there, searched for a robe but did not exit.

Until Greg heard some of the piano keys playing in random notes as if playfully being tapped..

He peeked again; saw that she is partially covered by the robe and is sitting in the piano chair: "Hey! Don't touch that!" he shouted at her.

"You play this?" she asked, not even looking at him.

Damn, gangrene! He said to himself then he turned to her, trying hard not to look to private places and shouted: "GET IN THE BLOODY ROOM AND GET DRESSED!"

Lisa looked at him as if disappointed at the dawn of realization that he is no nice guy.

"YEAH! I AM NOT NICE. So, get lost!"

She looked at him challengingly. He gritted his teeth. Lisa surrendered but took the bag in a forceful manner, hit the piano keys with it (very mean), and with a heavy step, walked out the living room leaving Greg whispering to himself: Whoa! Lost her memory but gained a bitchy attitude! Not that far from the real Cuddy.

Then he heard his bedroom door bang.

"Careful with my TV there!" he shouted. I should have turned her over to her cousins. Obnoxious woman have obnoxious cousins.

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After he re-evaluated his i-pod or at least what's left of his i-pod and its functions, he decided to go in their room and found Lisa laying comfortably in his bed, surrounded by a bunch of pillows in assuming a fetal position.

He went to her side, bore his weight to the bed slowly and watched her solemn face.

Her hair had grown an inch longer and she looks much paler than she used to before the accident and the whole amnesia happened.

He fought the urge to touch her. He was staring at her for almost thirty minutes already, not moving even an inch although breathing heavily and nervously as he guards her, when the wireless telephone at his bedside table rang.

He picked it up instantaneously to prevent its ring to startle Lisa.

"Wei?" He whispered, meaning "hello" in Chinese.

"Ei! Mao Zedong, How are you keeping up?"

"Ei! Its you, Carl Marx. Our goal for Communism will take really good effect to the whole world. Of course, I would definitely enjoy my life better if I am to live it with the idea of whatever is yours is mine too." Greg said, riding along Wilson's role playing.

"How is she?" Wilson asked, serious.

"Well, Sleeping Beauty is on for a long sleep."

"Really, House, you haven't told me yet the real deal in that marriage. You have no idea what trouble you've gotten yourself into."

"Huh?" Greg said, getting up the bed and walking out of the doorway. He sat to the floor and continued his conversation with Wilson.

"I learned from a source that Atty. Leander Spence is a very well-known corporate lawyer of a mafia-inspirited company. Of course, the corporation is a sick front. It only goes for me to conclude that the two male-Cuddys have something to do with that mafia. I don't know… I mean, I only know that that's bad, huh?"

"I never knew that."

"It is so bad. You got to devise a plan to avoid them."

"I can't avoid them now because the truth is that I am the device that'll be used to avoid them."

"What do you mean?"

"We both know that Cuddy is somewhat apprehensive towards her cousins, right?"

"No." Wilson said amused: "I did not know that."

"Well, now you know." Greg said and paused.

"What really happened? I think there is something more to this marriage than what's you telling."

Silence.

"How can you expect me to help you if you wouldn't share information? I'd like to help you. I'd like to help Lisa."

Silence.

"Hey! Chairman Mao!"

"Fine but its just going to be in between us, you understand? You slip a word to the ducklings about this and you'll never see the light again, you understand? Even Lisa will kill you if you tell another soul."

"Oh, c'mon House, as if you have never tested my loyalty before."

"Okay, I'll tell you, but I swear I'll kill you myself with my bare hands if you tell—"

"I wouldn't tell anyone, I swear to the soul of my dead cat."

"You never had a cat."

"Oh, I did. Once, I was four years old. Now, on to the story."

Then, Greg inhaled deep to free the first few words of his tale.

Don't kill me.

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