Cuddy was leaning against the counter in the middle of the lobby looking over messages when she heard uneven footsteps and a cane hit the floor in between each one, getting closer and closer. She glanced up and took notice of House who was trying to avoid eye contact while passing her. "House, wait a minute," she said reaching out for his left arm, while shoving the slips of paper into her purse to go through them later.

He glanced down at where her hand was on his arm and followed it up her to make eye contact. "So you want to talk now?" he asked as though he wasn't bothered by anything going on with them.

"Don't be an ass about this," she said in an almost pleading tone.

"I don't know what else you want from me," he commented, taking a step towards the door, Cuddy following him at his left.

"I want you to know and acknowledge that what you did was stupid and childish, and that we can," she paused struggling to find the words, "move past this. Because I want to believe," she quickened her step and swerved in front of him blocking him to reach for the door. "I want to know that we mean more to you then that."

He squinted one eye and cocked his head to the right. "That's something you have to ask yourself." He tried to reach for the door handle but shifted herself again to block it, and his hand dropped to his side.

"Excuse me?" she retorted, looking at him angrily and defensive.

He leaned on his cane for support and dropped his head down slightly, with his eyes still on her. "I was about to gladly accept the money that I thought Wilson owed me for this bet going on about you fighting for me when I casually," he waved his right hand in the air, "reached my hand out for it, he stopped." He leaned his head further into her space, "that's when he pointed out the first reaction you had."

"First reaction? He said he didn't know anything about it."

House rolled his eyes, "he lied. He's my best- my only friend, you shouldn't be surprised about this." He pointed his finger accusingly at her. "And you said you didn't care what he did, so why do you care if he lied to you about not knowing about something, that, need I remind you, has nothing to do with his patients, so you can't get mad at him." He paused for her reaction, and when he got none, he continued. "You never fought for us."

Her mouth fell agape and she looked offended. "I wanted to talk about things. How is that not fighting for us?" she asked, her tone getting higher and she pulled him outside of the hospital after she opened the door to not be overheard.

"No, you didn't!" he shouted. "After I told you that you couldn't have ever thought of it, you said that I win. What was the point?" he paused and saw a shocked expression. "You call that fighting for us?" He waited for a reaction but she stood still, her expression unchanged. "You can be mad at me all you want for what I did. But, its what made me realize that, maybe its something you can't get past. And the fucked up thing about it all, Cuddy, is, I didn't even think of it until the idea for this dumb bet. But apparently, you did. So, who is the one who isn't in this thing?" With nothing else, House took a step by her and limped away quietly to his car, leaving her with her thoughts.

He reached his car and sat in the drivers seat after maneuvering himself inside. He glanced over the steering wheel towards the hospital and saw that Cuddy was still on the outside of it. She was holding her forehead with her right hand while pacing and looked like she was thinking. He sighed, and started the engine and pulled away.

Cuddy saw his car leave in the corner of her eye and couldn't believe what he said. He was right. She didn't fight at all. She gave in like the doubts were always there. Was she relieved that he said it? She was mad that he did it but, why? Why was she mad? Was it because he was saying out loud what she thought herself? She was shocked that she heard that from him, and now knowing he didn't mean it at all made her feel like crap. But, did she need more time to think things over about them? Should she have not come back at all? "Dr. Cuddy?" She spun around and saw a nurse poking her head out of the door.

"Yeah, what is it?"

"Dr. Wilson is looking for you."

She sighed with a scowl. Wilson. "Okay, I'll be right there." She watched as the nurse nodded and went back inside. Cuddy let a couple seconds pass to compose herself and walked back into the hospital to head towards Wilson's office, while hearing House's words repeat in her head. "You never fought for us."...