Thanks for reading. I think the end of this update will really shock quite a few of you! Hopefully in a good way haha. But as always, I appreciate you all taking the time to read and review, it means a lot to me.

Cuddy's draw dropped and her eyes narrowed, dumbstruck at what she'd just heard. "You..." she started. "You can't just twist my words like that."

He offered her a meek smile, "Oh, but I didn't. You gave me the bait, and I described your innermost feelings, my dear Lisa."

She shrugged once and took a step back, "What are you trying to prove? I want to go home, so if you have a point, which I'm almost convinced that you don't, make it now so I can leave. Cut the bullshit and say what's really on your mind." Lisa Cuddy was done playing games.

House's face softened and he told the truth, "You told me that you didn't want me to change, so I didn't."

"I know, and I was wrong."

He wasn't finished, "And that being with me made you better. You told me that you had never been happier."

"House, I didn't lie to you," she said, defending her position as best she could.

"Then what's the problem?"

"We can't go backwards," She admitted simply, putting her hands in the pockets of her hoodie.

"Says who?"

"It's just not normal."

House nodded, then spoke again, "We aren't normal people. You said that what we had was uncommon. There's nothing common about who we are...and uncommon people do uncommon things. Tell me where I'm wrong."

She had to give it to him; he was right, as usual. "You're not wrong, but-"

"But what?" He asked, his tone growing firmer and the volume of his voice rising with every word. "Every day you go to work wanting people to believe that you're some powerful, fearless woman. Well here's your chance to prove it. What are you so afraid of?"

Cuddy exhaled heavily, "I don't know. I'm afraid of it all falling apart again. We tried and it didn't work-"

"Because you gave up too fast. Your excuse for breaking up with me was a stupid one. You wanna know what I think?"

"It's not like I have a choice, seeing as you're going to tell me regardless."

He ignored her little remark, "You ended it because you found happiness and you were afraid of holding onto it."

She pulled one hand from her pocket and accusingly pointed her index finger at him, prodding it into his soul. "Don't try to turn the tables or reverse the roles. I am perfectly fine with being happy. You, on the other hand-"

"Then why are you so miserable? I know I'm not the only who is. I know I'm screwed up. You know I'm screwed up." House frowned deeply, "At one time you accepted that. What changed?"

Cuddy stared at him sadly, the tears finally welling up to the point of spilling over. "If you're asking when I stopped loving you, the answer is never." It pained her to admit it, but she couldn't keep lying to herself. She loved the man, probably too much, but she loved him all the same.

"Then how did we end up like this?"

"I don't know," she answered, honestly.

Once a few minutes passed, House was the one to break the silence, "What we had...I want it back. You wanted me to be more open, more vulnerable...well here it is. Take it or leave it. This is the last time I'm trying."

"This...this honest conversation? All of this is almost too much to take," She paused, reflecting on the past few minutes of their interaction tonight. "I think this is the most honest you've ever been with me. Why now?"

Noting her genuine curiosity, he gave her the kindness of an answer, "Because this is when it mattered the most. If I wasn't completely honest now then I'd only have myself to blame."

"No, you can probably blame me for a lot more than this," she disagreed, shaking her head.

He had to prove her wrong, "I didn't blame you for what happened with my leg because I didn't think it was your fault. That was Stacy's doing. I didn't blame you for trying to fire me after I hallucinated about a night with you because I was the one who acted out of line. I didn't blame you when you forced me to move my sham wedding from the hospital chapel because I was the one feeding your guilt...and I didn't blame you when you left my wedding because your pain was my fault."

She smiled softly, "I don't need a resume of all the things we both wish had gone differently."

"Well, you need to know that none of this is your fault." He gathered his words to explain, "I'm a horrible person, and like I've said before, I'm an absolutely insane choice for someone with a three year old daughter...so this is your choice and yours alone."

Cuddy realized that it was her turn to be completely honest now, "I never wanted it to be like this. I wanted it to work, I really did. Like it or not, you are a part of my life, and you always will be. I've tried to push you away and I can't. It's not only me, but Rachel too. She loves you."

"But do you?" His icy blue eyes bore into her own, and demanded honesty to perfection.

"Yes," She answered, amazed at how admitting it felt. "Yes I do. I can't help it."

"You wish you didn't." It wasn't a question.

"No," she disagreed, her shoulders rolling forward in a small shrug. "Not anymore. Now I just wish it would be enough."

House's face softened tremendously, "It's always been enough for me. You know that."

Overcome by the amount of honesty both of them had been showing tonight, she took a few steps towards him, the tears now flowing freely down her face. The ride was almost over, but before her stood one more loop.

"It's not enough for me," She stated solemnly. "House, what happened a few weeks ago...I may have forgiven you for it, but I can't just pretend that it didn't happen. You could have killed me...I actually think you wanted to."

He shook his head, "No I didn't. You know that isn't who I am."

Cuddy shrugged, "You've been honest with me, and now I'm going to be even more honest with you.

"What you did is unforgivable...I'm stunned that I actually do forgive you for it. You want me to take you back, and that just can't happen-"

"I'm making changes," He interrupted.

"Before or after you turn yourself in?" Cuddy inquired, changing the game entirely.

"What are you talking about?"

"Come on, House. Do the right thing," Her eyes were almost pleading. She pulled her cell phone from her pocket and handed it to him. "The only way we ever have a chance at moving on from this is if you fess up like an adult. I've been holding back for weeks now because I wanted a chance to talk to you, but now I know that this is what you need."

"Cuddy, please. I...I thought we were fixing things...and now you just decide that I should turn myself in? You just told me you love me; I didn't think a declaration of love came with a jail sentence..."

"House," Cuddy started, her patience wearing thin. "Either you call them, or I will. I do love you, and I always will, but what you did changes everything. You've always gotten out of everything, but not this time. You need to face the consequences of this."

House nodded and dialed 911. "You're right. I never wanted this to happen...I really am sorry, Cuddy. "

"Me too," She responded, shaking her head sadly.

"Yes," House said into the phone. "My name is Gregory House, I'm here with Lisa Cuddy... and I...I'd like to turn myself in."