Chapter 20: Villains Always Get the Girl

(Disclaimer: Oh David Shore… You kill me.)

Lisa let out a deep sigh of what some might call regret and others might call relief as House ran his sleepy, slender fingers through her tousled hair. Thousands of thoughts ran through her mind but stayed clear from her blank face as she ran over every possible outcome for the night she and Greg had just spent together.

"Lisa?" He said quietly, giving a strand of her hair a slight tug. "Leese… are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." She lied, snaking a hand around his waist as she squeezed her eyes shut. "I'm fine. I'm just thinking."

He chuckled slightly and shifted her to a more comfortable position on his chest. "Of course you are. You're always thinking… Stop being a nerd."

"Well…" Lisa sat up and pulled the covers up with her to cover her bare chest. She turned and looked at him, concern and a hint of sadness in her light eyes, "Don't you think it's… something worth thinking about? Or something worth talking about?"

"What, sex?"

"Yeah, sex… Do you not think it's a big deal?"

"No, I don't usually consider sex a big deal…" He sighed, sitting up and putting an arm around her. "What's wrong? Why are you thinking about this right now when you should be cuddling like a normal woman?"

She rolled her eyes and hinted at a smile, "I think we've established that I am far from a normal woman."

"I'll say…" He grinned, placing a hand on the back of her neck and pulling her towards him. "You're far from any kind of normal. You should still cuddle me instead of think too much about everything."

"Well I would except…" She sighed and leaned her forehead against his, already feeling somewhat defeated in her efforts to discuss their now obvious relationship. "I just don't want to… I mean… I don't like…"

"The idea of being another notch in the bedpost?" House finished, a small smile forming on his lips at her innocence.

"Yeah. Exactly. I mean, I told you-"

"Lisa, you're not another notch in the bedpost." He sighed. "I don't even have bedposts. If anything you're another name in the Guinness Book of World Records."

"You're an asshole!" She giggled, quickly pulling away from him and leaning against the wall. "You know, I think I just want to know what it meant to you…"

House sighed and ran his hands through his hair, not knowing exactly what to say to her. He liked her; he knew that much, and he knew that he liked having sex with her… A lot. More than most of the girls he usually slept with… There was nothing about her that he'd change, nothing about her that he didn't like and yet… He couldn't love her. He didn't fall in love with the girls he slept with, that just complicated everything. Yet he knew that by sleeping with Lisa he had in fact fucked up everything he could have ever hoped to have with her, so maybe he did love her… crazy as it sounded.

"I wanted to make you happy…" He said quietly, mentally kicking himself for his words. He knew they wouldn't be taken the way he meant them.

"What does that mean?"

"I mean… You wanted me… So… I… gave it to you?"

She stared at him, not really sure what she should be feeling, but almost positive it wasn't suppose to be anything good. She broke her gaze from his and quickly moved to pick up all of her scattered clothes before the tears that were already threatening to spill from her eyes cascaded down her cheeks.

"Wait, Lisa- What are you doing?"

"I'm leaving, House. I'm um… I'm going home to… Think. More… About everything. And about the less than stellar answer you just gave me."

"No, wait don't go just let me-"

"House." She sighed, zipping her coat up around her otherwise naked body. "You don't love me. You've lead me on, treated me like I was something worthwhile to you, someone that wasn't just some stupid girl that was only in biology so that she could ask you to tutor her. You made me feel like… I actually was capable. Of everything. Of anything. And… You have used me unlike anyone else ever has… and like no one is ever going to have the opportunity to do again. So… Thanks for the life lesson, hope you enjoyed last night, please don't call me anymore."

She scrambled out of the messy bed as he sat there, stunned at her words. Slipping her pants and shoes on she gave him a harsh, tear filled looked, "I swear to God, Greg House… You are something else."

"Lisa-" He sighed, grabbing his own jeans and frantically pulling them on as she went to the door. "Lisa, please, I didn't mean-"

"House, what else could you have meant?" She exclaimed, turning to face him as he stumbled toward her. "What could you have meant, you fucking piece of shit? There's not really another way to say, "Hey, I just slept with you cause I could." And to think…"

She glared at him as he softly licked his lips and gave her a pleading look.

"Lisa-"

"To think I could have ever thought I was in love with you." She scoffed and turned to the door again. "Maybe I'm not as smart as I originally assumed I was."

"Lisa Cuddy, please just listen to me."

She sighed and pulled open the door. "Gregory House, I am so tired of listening to all of your bullshit."

And then she was gone. She stormed her way out of his apartment and out of his life, her words ringing in the silent air. House sat quietly, defeated, on his bed, his head in his hands and all of the curses he could mutter slipping out under his uneven breathing.

As for her… She barely made it to the front door before all of the tears she had in her broke through her shell of anger. She sat down on the steps outside of his building, her shaking hands doing their best to cover her tear ridden cheeks as her heart shattered over and over at the very thought of the man she was still in love with, even though he had done everything in the world to warrant her hatred and resentment.

And try as they both might, they couldn't bring themselves to go after one another.

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A/N: Um… I know I suck. I'm sorry… I love you guys? D: