Disclaimer: Blah blah, if we owned House then they would've broken up in a more epic and non-soap-opera-ish way!

Jess: IT WASNT MY FAULT THIS TIME

Lona: Well, it kinda was, but eh :P I was too damn busy with nerding out in school that we had no time to write! And I've only been getting 3 or 4 hours of sleep a night and I'm tired as hell Dx

PSSST JESS WAS HIGH WHEN WE WROTE THIS ;D

I HAD ENDORPHINES! I HURT MYSELF AND THEY WERE IN MY BODEH! XD DONT JUDGE ME!

You "Hurt yourself"? That doesn't sound wrong XD

DONT JUUDDGE MEEEE XDD

But you may...

ENJOY!


It's been well over a week and Cuddy still heard no word on what happened to her best friend and her boyfriend seemed to be the exact same as he was when he first got out of surgery. She was getting sick of all the cops and news reports asking her for the latest "break" in her friend's case. The only thing she had to be grateful about was that Malcolm was kind enough to take Rachel off her hands when she wanted to be alone with House, like now.

Sitting in the chair next to her damn, accident prone boyfriend, she hid from bothersome people. Her hand held House's tightly, afraid that if she let go his heart would suddenly stop. Her head began to droop tiredly onto his chest as her exhaustion began to overtake her.

"Lisa," a gentle hand and voice suddenly shook her from her half-sleeping form. It was Malcolm once more, looking over her like he always did, "come on, lets take you home. You look tired."

Without an answer, he began to pull her away, and forcibly her hand was taken from House's. Suddenly feeling daze, Cuddy found herself in a car on the way to her house. Her seat belt was fastened and Malcolm was driving safely with Rachel in the back - she didn't even remember taking Rachel to the hospital that day.

As they neared her house she vaguely remembered what happened after her hand slipped from House's. Malcolm had led her down stairs and placed her in the car, fastening her seat belt for her. She remembered absently nodding when he asked if she was alright, and feeling his hand linger on her thigh. She was far too tired to do anything, let alone object to this act. He had placed his hand on her thigh several times throughout the night before she came back to reality and began to move away from him.

Malcolm knew it, but he makes no move to pull her back. Instead, he continues to look forward as he finally turns into her driveway. Looking over, he sees that she is off in her little world once again and he sighs as he turns off the engine. He opens the door and gets out to get Rachel, adjusting the sleeping toddler in his arms as he started toward the home, carefully placing Rachel on the couch as he did.

After a few minutes and quite a few coercions, Cuddy is finally inside of the house and into her room. Malcolm helps her sit on her bed and takes the spot next to her. He resists the urge to push her back and claim her as his own, so instead he takes her hand and holds it.

The sudden action reawakens Cuddy and pulls back and stands up. "Thanks for all this," she told him holding back the disgust in her voice, "I should be fine after some sleep, I'll see you at work tomorrow." she says as she rushes him towards the door.

"If you're su-"

Before he could finish his sentence Cuddy cuts him off, "I'm sure, good night." and without another thought she closes the door and the tears begin to fall.

When did her life become one gigantic soap opera? One moment, she is laying in bed with her boyfriend, kissing and cuddling with him while they waited for her daughter to get up and the next moment her boyfriend's in a coma, her best friend's missing and a man and trying to take her boyfriend's spot. Nothing was going the way she wanted it to go and it drove her crazy.

Over the next week, Malcolm came over and checked on her constantly, despite her assurances that she was fine. She noticed that he increased in his tendencies to touch her and she didn't like it. At all.

Standing, once again, outside of House's hospital room, she looked in to see her boyfriend still laying upon the bed. Cuddy shivered as she realized that she couldn't remember what his blue eyes looked like when he gave a sarcastic quip. She couldn't remember his loving smile when he had a secret for her. Or his evil laugh whenever he thought he did something incredibly mad. What she was most afraid of losing, was the sound of his voice echoing in her head, the one thing that kept her from crying uncontrollably every second of the day.

Jumping when a hand clasped itself on her shoulder, she tried to shake away her tears as she looked up at the intruding man, but couldn't. Malcolm pulled her into his arms comfortingly as he ran his hand up and down her slender back as she sniffled into his chest.

"Lisa? Are you okay?" His calm voice broke through the silence as she sniffled, raising her head to meet his eyes.

His breath evaded him as he was entranced by her emotion filled emerald eyes that shone with a barrier of fresh tears. The tears rimmed her pretty eyes as a stray tear tipped over and began its journey down her cheeks. A calloused thumb reached out to wipe the offending tear and a breath was sucked in by the beautiful woman in his arms.

By instinct, his arms wrapped themselves closer around her slim waist to bring her flush against him as his head slowly crept down to meet hers. Slowly, but surely, their lips met in a soft kiss. Cuddy leaned into his sweet caress, letting herself fall.

Malcolm smiled against her lips at his victory, but when he tried to deepen the kiss, Cuddy pulled away from him and turned away. His smile quickly wiped away and brows furrowed, almost angrily, when Cuddy refused to look at him.

Cuddy swallowed hard and panted as she realized the sin she just committed. She had kissed another man, and worse, it was right outside the room of her boyfriend who could be dying. She hated herself for it. She hated Malcolm for it. She hated House for it.

"Lisa," Malcolm said softly as he reached for her, his hand meeting air as she moved to the left.

"Thank you Dr. Malcolm, for taking care of my daughter and I, but I'm sorry. I'm in love with Dr. House." Her voice strained as she shook away tears that burned the back of her eyes.

Without another word, she turned away from him and went into House's room. Malcolm bit his tongue, literally, to prevent from saying something that he would regret later on. Fists clenched, he sighed, crossing his arms over his chest as his eyes twinkled in both jealousy and slight anger. He bit his lip where hers were only a minute ago, tasting the slight saltiness of her tears and the taste of cherry from the lollipop she had eaten earlier. Clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth, he turned on his heel, heading down the slightly abandoned corridor, deciding that he needed to make a phone call.

Cuddy sat in the chair next to House and glared at his unconscious figure as her tears feel from her porcelain face. "Dammit House," she whispered as she tried not to sob, "I hate you so much. I hate you for getting hurt. I hate you for making me forget everything I love about you. I hate you for making me run into another man's arms," she looked up at him as new tears began to fall, "I hate you for... for not letting me really hate you..."

Cuddy cried and let her barriers fall, knowing she was safe from her employees eyes as long as the blinds were closed. She felt herself falling into a dark pit as her heart turned and wrenched, especially at the thought of just cheating on the love of her life. Why did she do it? She didn't understand. What had compelled her to kissing that man? What had made her turn to him? Why was the world mocking her so much lately? Was she not to be happy?

Questions all surrounded her head and they all pointed to one, constant, random variable. House.

"I hate you," she kept repeating as she continued to sob. "I hate you."

"Hey, I didn't tell you to kiss him and if I could move I'd sock him if that'd get you to stop saying you hate me."

Cuddy, startled by the scratchy voice, looked up at her boyfriend who laid there, looking like he did a minute ago. She shook her head, thinking that she was crazy. But when the eyelids rose to show a pair of amused blue eyes, her mouth fell open in shock while, sad and frustrated tears were replaced with ones of joy. She smiled as the tears continued to slip.

"What? Don't hate me anymore," House couldn't help but smirk.

Cuddy threw herself on him, not too hard to make sure he didn't get hurt, and kissed him as roughly and deeply as possible. "Shut up," she told him kissing him once more, "I still hate you," she said and kissed him again, "just shut up."

House complied, and weakly wrapped his arms around her. If shutting up got him a reward of kissing her, he'd gladly obey orders.


A/N: You should all be mad at Lona for judging me LOL jk, but yea! One new chapter... after two weeks... sorry guys! We've both just been sooo busy with school! Buuuut starting on the 21st I'll be on Spring Break and Lona should be starting... soon LOL! But we hope you guys liked it, it'll get much more dramatic trust us, and please do review - love or hate :D

-Jess and Lona