"One And Only" – A sequel to "Set Fire To The Rain"

Got yah, huh? I'll answer to your questions: No, Cuddy's not pregnant. Yes, she is still alive. No, she's not in a coma. Yes, I am awesome *sarcasm*. I'm sorry /not really/ for leaving you hanging, but I am a good girl and I did my best to update as soon as possible. A big thank you to partypantscuddy for editing this :)

Note: if you want to read some smut from me ( *snorts* like I haven't written any smut lately in my one-shots) you should give a read to the 20th chapter of lenasti16's fic! I wrote the fabulously passionate love making scene... Okay, now I'm done with the self praising comments about how incredibly good I am *sarcasm*. Also, check out my two new smutty one-shots and my new multi-chapter fic "Come on Life" :)

Chapter 14

You hang on every word I say, lose yourself in time
At the mention of my name, will I ever love
How it feels to hold you close
And have you tell me which ever road I chose you'll go...

"Are you okay, Lisa?" Smith asked concerned.

"Yes, I am. It's just the flu." she smiled at him. Smith smiled back at her before focusing back on the traffic. "So how is work?" he asked.

"It's great, actually. I missed dealing with patients; I feel more... human." she said, with a smile. Smith chuckled.

"I miss that. And I also miss having a social life." he said laughing.

"Lisa?" he called her when she didn't reply. He turned around and saw her laying motionless on the passenger seat, head resting against the window.

"Lisa?" he called her again, shaking her by the shoulder. She didn't wake up. Smith immediately tried to drive the car near the sidewalk to check on Lisa. He didn't notice the big truck coming their way. Last thing he knew, the truck hit his side of the car. Lights, blood, someone screaming before everything faded to black.

She opened her eyes, the sun light blasting from the windows of an hospital room. She groaned in pain, immediately closing her eyes to protect her retinas from such a strong illumination. She heard someone pacing the room and the noise of the curtains being closed. She reopened her eyes in the dim light. She tried to move her arms but failed, pain traveling from her nerves to her brain. She glanced down: her right arm was in a cast; the other one was positioned under House's chin. She smiled, but regretted the movement when she felt something warm on her cheek. She tried to slide her hand from under his sleeping form and after a couple tries, she was finally able to touch her cheek. A cut started from her forehead and went down to her cheek; she could feel the stitches under her fingertips and a single drop of blood escaping from the still fresh cut.

She must have had moved or groaned loudly, because House woke up. He immediately reached for her hand and kissed the top of it. She cried till she lost track of time and House stood by her side all along, holding her hand in between his fingers, stroking the palm with his thumb. She cried herself to sleep, lulled by a low dosage of morphine.

She laid on her hospital bed, eyes closed, ears focused on listening in on the muffles voices coming from two people standing at the end of the bed. She heard the the door opening and closing, and then another person walking closer to her bed. This time a female voice started talking, she recognize for one of the ICU nurses'. She heard her sniffling, and thought that she was probably trying her best not to cry. A couple minutes later, she felt someone coming closer to her, sitting on the bed and stroking her cheek softly. Cuddy opened her eyes and tears escaped from them.

"He saved you" House told her. She felt the analgesic lulling her back to sleep, claiming her mind once again before she had the opportunity to speak.

Cuddy woke up again a couple hours later. She was feeling a little groggy and sore, the morphine having now wore off almost completely. House was sitting on the nearer couch, playing his Game-boy. She coughed a little, trying to clear her throat, which captured House's attention. He soon stepped next to her, helped her to stand up and handed her a glass of water. The cold liquid freshened her dry mouth, then it slid down her throat, making her stomach churn a little. Her inquisitive eyes were roaming on her form, checking every single medication that had been done while she was sleeping.

"Your left side is almost untouched. Your right arm is fractured in two different points, luckily you didn't need to go under surgery, and two broken ribs. We did a MRI to rule out any concussion or swelling in your cranium. Nothing to worry about." House told her patiently. She closed her eyes one more time. Her right side felt sore, but her left reported any mayor damage.

"Smith?" she asked in a whisper.

"He shielded you from the crash: the truck hit the car on the driver's side. " he informed her. When she kept staring at him, he continued.

"You fainted in the car, he tried to wake you up but the truck hit the car soon after. Paramedics found him draped over your body, protecting you from the crash." he informed her, his eyes never leaving hers. She started crying, knowing what House was going to tell her next.

"Chase did the surgery. Smith's heart stopped twice and the third time, they weren't able to re-stabilize him." he concluded, before leaning onto her and kissing her forehead. Her free hand embraced him right away, keeping him down, crying in his shoulder. Mindful of her injuries, she moved to her right side, creating some space on her left in order for House to lay next to her. He instantly accomplished and laid next to her. His sat up on her bed, resting his back on the cushions; her head rested on his chest where his hands could play with her hair. She soon fell asleep in his arms, his fingers tangled in her dark curls.

She woke up hours later, her head resting on a couple pillows House had probably set. She was lulled into consciousness by the soft day light coming through the glass walls of the room, despite that the curtains were covering great part of them. She heard someone walking closer to her bed, stroking her cheek and kissing her forehead. She immediately opened her eyes, recognizing her mother's perfume.

"Hey Lise..." Arlene whispered softly. Lisa smiled at her mother before groaning in pain as she tried to settle into a better position.

"Slow down, miss! No need to inflict yourself any more pain." her mother commented.

"Can I have some water?" she asked. Arlene gave her a glass of water and sat next to her on the bed.

"You almost killed me, you know. After Greg told me about your accident, my blood pressure skyrocketed; they had me under control for the last couple hours." she informed her.

"Are you okay now?" Cuddy asked truly concerned, knowing about her mother's cardiac problems.

"Yes, you won't get rid of me that easily." she said with a small smile. Cuddy stiffened a laugh, knowing that if she laughed she would end up crying for the pain, and the last thing she wanted was to be sedated again.

"Where's House?" she asked.

"He went to the cafeteria with the girls. I'll help with the girls till you're discharged..." she informed her daughter.

"Mom, you can't do that. I mean, you could handle Rachel or Emma one at a time. Having both girls will drive you crazy." she said, trying to convince her mother that was indeed a bad idea.

"Don't start with that! Greg has already talked to your nanny and she was very willing to help me." she said. Cuddy's stomach growled, causing Arlene to stare at her dumbfounded.

"You used to own this place an they now that you're here as a patient, they won't even feed you?" she snapped.

"Mom, I've been under morphine since I have been in this room. I haven't done anything but sleep. What time is it, anyway?" the younger woman asked.

"It's 8:30 PM" she replied.

"Could you tell House to bring me something from the Cafeteria on his way back?" she asked.

"I'll tell him. I should go home and put the girls down to sleep" she excused herself, before kissing her daughter once again.

Five minutes later House walked into the door holding a tray full of food.

"Hey..." she said.

"Hey..."

"I brought you your usual salad: lettuce, avocado, carrots and tomatoes. Asian dressing on the side. And chocolate mousse. Now I expect you to say I big, fat thank you, because I almost tripped thrice!" he pointed out. Cuddy's smile widened.

"Thank you" she said. "Come here." she continued, patting the bed with her cast free hand. He sat there and pecked her lips.

"That charming persona of your mother, told me, well, she almost shouted it through the hall that we need to lay down on the rough sex for a while." he said. "Little Greg and I are scarred for life now." he pouted. Cuddy kissed his pouting lips softly and chuckled.

"I don't think my mother said that." she commented.

"Oh, believe it Cuddy. She actually did say that!" Wilson entered the room with a smile, which was immediately replaced by a sad and disgusted expression. "I don't think I'll have sex for the next couple days." he concluded laughing. "How are you?"

"Still sore, my head's pounding..." she said, before being interrupted by House.

"Your head?" he asked concerned.

"House, don't worry, it's the effect of the morphine wearing off. You told me you checked for any sign of trauma and found anything. I am fine, just need to relax a little more and wait till a nurse comes in to give me some pain medication." she shut him off.

"Okay..." he said. Wilson stared at their interaction and smiled: he wasn't used to see his best friend getting all worried and concerned about another human being.

"I just came to check on you. I'm heading home now. Ines is waiting for me..." he said before leaving. "Good night."

"Good night, James" Lisa said before turning around to face House.

"Thanks again for dinner." she thanked him once again.

"One of the privileges you get from being my girlfriend." he replied with a small smirk.

Once they finished their dinner, House moved the tray onto Cuddy's bedside table.

"You should get some rest, House." she said, stroking his cheek with her left hand. He leaned into her touch, closing his eyes and trying not to yawn in front of her. The stress of the day had wore him off completely, but he was going to try all his best not to fall asleep before she did.

"Nah..." was his reply. "I'll stay here for the night; I'll have someone bring a couch or something. And I talked to Peterson, he's okay with you leaving tomorrow before noon." he said.

Cuddy merely nodded, smiling sweetly at him. "Thank you..."she repeated for the umpteenth time. She patted the side of her bed, inviting him to join her in the meanwhile. He gladly accepted and for the second time that day, Cuddy fell asleep lulled by his steady breathing.

It was noon and Cuddy was trying her best to put her clothes on by herself, but she was failing miserably. As stubborn as she was, she almost fell a couple times and when a wave of dizziness hit her, she tried to steady herself. Luckily Wilson opened the door in that very moment, and hurried towards her.

"For the love of God, Lisa! Stop being so stubborn and get someone to help you." he scolded her, helping her to sit on the bed.

"I'm not a baby. I can dress myself." she replied coldly.

"No you can't. You have a broken arm and I don't even remember how many ribs. Stay put and let a nurse help you." his reply was even more harsh than Cuddy's.

She stood there, a tear traveling down cheeks as she nodded. Wilson exited the room and soon after a nurse came inside and helped Cuddy get into her clothes.

She was sad, extremely sad. She felt useless, as nobody in the world needed her. She was crying while laying on her bed. The painkiller having wore off were making her even more susceptible to the fact that she was I pain and she couldn't even hold her daughters in her arms. House walked into the room, bringing a glass of water and pills.

"I bought you your pills." he informed her. She shifted in her bed and tried to sit up but the pain in her ribs was making it impossible. He sat the two items he was holding, down onto the bedside table, and helped her. "You've been crying."

"Thanks a lot for stating the obvious." she snapped. He sat closer to her and held out his arms towards her. She immediately snuggled into his chest, enjoying the closeness and warmth of his body.

"I'm sorry..." she said. "I just... I can't even hold Emma nor Rachel. I feel so useless." she confessed, her tears slowly wetting his T-shirt. He stroked her back and kissed her temple.

"You're everything but useless, Cuddy." he whispered. "And I am happy to have you and the girls in my life." he admitted. With her head still buried into his chest, he could feel her mouth stretching into a smile.

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