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AN: In your reviews, tell me if you want Chase and Cameron's baby to be a boy or a girl. I'll go on the popular vote.

That night, House had another nightmare. But this time, it wasn't one of his usual nightmares. In fact, given the strong feelings he'd been having for a certain cuddly Dean of medicine lately, this nightmare was a lot worse...

Cuddy was running through the forest in the middle of a violent thunderstorm. She was obviously lost.

"Hello?" she called desperately. "Is anyone out there? Please, sombody..." A bolt of lightning struck the ground in front of her, causing Cuddy to panic and jump backwards, losing her balance and slamming her forehead into a tree. She felt blood trickling down the side of her face, and putting a hand to her head, realised she had torn her stitches open. She began to sob.

"I am so screwed" she said to herself. "I should have listened to House..."

House sat bolt upright, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He calmed down when he heard Cuddy sigh in her sleep beside him. He let out a breath of relief.

"Only a dream" he told himself, laying back down. He stared at Cuddy for a while, glad that she hadn't woken up. House knew perfectly well that the continuing act of Cuddy sleeping so close to him rested solely on the fact that she didn't know that he knew that she did it. Actually, if it wasn't for Dream Cuddy telling him to wake up the night before, he probably wouldn't have known, as she was gone by morning. But tonight, as he had suspected, a little cuddle bunny had come to visit him again. House placed an arm around Cuddy and pulled her closer to him, willing himself to never have another nightmare like that again. The thought that anything bad could happen to Lisa Cuddy scared him more than anything his father had ever done.

By morning, House had almost completely forgotten his nightmare, until he spotted huge storm clouds in the distance, and Cuddy preparing to head into the forest with Wilson, Chase, Taub, and Kutner.

"Where're you going Cuddles?" he asked her, trying not to sound too concerned.

"I'm going to go help look for food" she said. "I figured it's about time I did something productive around here"

"You have been productive. You've helped me, and Cameron, and you helped Wilson find the ring" House pointed out.

"Yes" said Cuddy, "But I want to do something that will benefit everyone" Looking back at the clouds, and remembering his dream, House tried desperately to think of a way to Stop Cuddy from leaving the beach.

"Look at those clouds" he said. "Looks like there's a big storm on the way. You could get caught in it. Maybe you shouldn't go" Cuddy looked at the clouds, but shook her head.

"That storm's still ages away" she said. "We should be back long before it hits"

"And if you're not?"

"Then we'll find somewhere to hide. It's not quite the life-threatening disater you're making it out to be House" House thought for a moment. Maybe he was overreacting, but still, he wanted to make sure Cuddy was safe, so he tried another idea.

"Can I come?" Cuddy looked at him and sighed.

"You know that's not a good idea"

"Why?"

"Your leg" she said. "Let's just say the storm does hit and we all have to run for cover. You can't run. You'd get left behind"

"But you'd come back for me, wouldn't you?"

"Well, yes but... but that's not the point. You can't come House. And nothing you say will stop me from going"

"Alright then" said House, defeated. While he was usually the unquestionable winner of his battles with Cuddy,he knew when to admit defeat, and this was one of those times. But as he watched his secret love walk away, he felt an urge to call after her.

"Lisa. Wait." Cuddy turned slowly, trying to recover from the shock (and slight thrill) of House using her first name. They hadn't called each other by first names since.. (she felt herself blushing), since that one night in college, all those years ago. Hoping he didn't notice her red cheeks, she looked into House's icy blue eyes.

"What?" she asked.

"Just... promise me you'll be careful, okay?"

"I promise" she smiled. "Thank you Greg"

Later, House sat alone, staring out at the storm clouds as they continued creeping closer. "It was only a dream" he thought to himself. "Cuddy will be fine. Besides, she's Wilson's second best friend after me. He wouldn't let her get left behind... would he?" House shook his head. This type of thinking was not good for his state of mind. He turned to look at Amber, Cameron, and Thirteen, who sat chatting a little way away from him. He considered going to join in their conversation, then shook his head again. Now knowing that Chase was on board with the baby, Cameron had fully embraced impending motherhood. Therefore, it was highly likely that the three women's conversation had something to do with babies, and that was a talk House did not want to be a part of. Foreman was off trying to fix the radio again. Suddenly, House heard the distant rumble of thunder, and felt o few drops of rain splattered onto his face. "Cuddy better get back soon" he thought.

Before long, the rain was pouring down, but there was still no sign of Cuddy or the others. House, Cameron, Thirteen, Amber, and Foreman had all taken shelter in the plane. House was staring out the window with a look of worry on his face. Cameron placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"They'll be alright" she said, trying to hide her own worried feelings. "They have to be"

"Oh, they're back! They're back!" Thirteen cried happily, pointing at four figures running towards them. House's heart sank. There were only four, that meant someone was missing, and as Wilson, Chase, Kutner and Taub stumbled into the plane his worst fears were confirmed. Cuddy was lost.

AN:Ooh, cliffie! Don't worry, I won't leave you hanging for too long. Don't forget to tell me if you want the Chameron baby to be a boy or a girl. Also, If you wouldn't mind checking out my profile and giving some feedback on my ideas for future fics, that would be great.