HIIIIIIIIIIIIII! Uhm this is kind of short. :/ But at least it's something. Blame 30 Rock, Doctor Who, & The Good Wife for the delay and any future delays for that matter. Oh and my birthday was on Saturday, so you guys should be generous with the reviews. xD Also, the song is "Heartbreak Warfare" by John Mayer, even though it's not really relevant. Oh well. x)

"Where the hell is she!" House yelled angrily as he entered PPTH's emergency room.

"She's getting an x-ray..." He heard Chase behind him.

"Why the fuck is she getting an x-ray?" He growled, already limping his way towards radiology.

"She injured her wrist in the accident. She's already gotten stitches for her forehead, the scratches on her face have been cleaned. She just needs to get her wrist checked out and she'll be put in a room. Calm down before you do anything stupid."

House took a deep breath before continuing his way to radiology. When he reached there, he leaned against the wall, and glared at Chase who had followed him down there.

"Why are you still here? Don't you have one of your hook ups waiting for you in the on call room?"

"She's going to be fine.. You don't need to worry about her House.. You're not losing her."

The sympathy in Chase's tone surprised him. Was it that obvious that he was afraid of losing her? He nodded his acknowledgment before watching the younger doctor walk away.

It was a half hour before anyone approached him. Apparently Cuddy had broken her wrist and was getting the cast put on it. She would then be transferred into a room and he could go up to see her. He looked at his watch. Ten-thirty.

At eleven o'clock yet another nurse approached him.

"She's in room five-seventeen. She's a trooper that Dr. Cuddy. Wouldn't let us give her any meds while the cast was being applied.. Anyhow, you can go up and see her now."

He took in the sight of her and felt sick to his stomach. There were several scrapes on her face, stiches above her left eyebrow, and her right wrist was in a splint, but what got to him was her expression. The tears in her eyes and the loss of sparkle in them told him everything.

"House.."

He sighed sadly, the realization of losing yet another good thing in his life setting in and pulling at his heart strings as he reached the hospital bed and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to his heart as she sobbed into him.

"I'm so sorry.. I know how excited you were for this baby and now I lost it.. I'm so sorry House..."

"Shhh...Cuddy.. Don't it's not your fault.. You can't blame yourself for this... Things happen.. They're not what people deserve, but there's nothing we can do.." He said softly into her ear, running one hand through her hair.

"Miss anything while I was up at Oncology?" Wilson asked when he returned to the empty ER. He'd been on the night shift and the ER was so dead he'd decided to spend a few hours with some of the younger patients in Oncology.

"Sure as hell did." replied Nurse Jeffery, causing him to raise an eyebrow. "Dr. Cuddy's been admitted."

"What?" Wilson asked slowly, knowing that it had been true he would have known.

"You heard me. Dr. Cuddy's been admitted." Jeffery reiterated slowly.

"What, why?"

"Car accident. No big deal. Some moron ran a stop side and rammed into her side of the car. Broken wrist, some scratches on the pretty little face of hers, actually needed stitches on her forehead... Oh, and did you know she was pregnant?"

"Was?" Wilson asked incredulously.

"Lost it in the accident. Never thought I'd ever feel bad for House, having to deal with a girlfriend who just miscarried."

"What room is she in?"

"Five seventeen."

"Oh for fuck's sake. Can't these two get a chance at happiness for once?" Wilson asked himself as he headed towards the elevators, rubbing his face irritatedly. No wonder House didn't believe in God. If he had experienced the amount of pain in his life House had, he to would not believe in God. If there was another being who could control the universe, then he was one cruel mother fucker. To have two people go through as much as both House and Cuddy have have only to make them go through more was horrific.

He pulled himself from his terrible thoughts, beginning to doubt in the existence of god as well, just as the elevator reached the fifth floor. He walked down the eerily quiet corridor and came to a halt in front of room five seventeen. He glanced inside and the scene before him broke his heart. There was House, holding a devastated Cuddy, with a mournful look on his face as he stared directly at the wall in front of him. He caught Wilson's eye for a second and Wilson had to look away. The painful look in his best friend's eyes was too much. He slumped down against the wall, feeling a lump form in his own throat, commiserating with his grieving friends.

The loss of their unborn child was not what House and Cuddy deserved. It was not what anyone deserved for that matter, but they were the ones who had suffered enough in their lives. He'd seen them go through so much, and every time they came out of it, he knew that their feelings for each other were becoming more and more apparent. Every time they had faced a crisis, he'd seen them fall a little more in love. It didn't matter if they hadn't told each other yet, Wilson had always known. He could tell from the way House automatically looked up when Cuddy entered the room, or how Cuddy's eyes always lit up when she saw House. The love his two friends had for each other was undeniable. He hated how much they'd had to go through to finally realize that they couldn't be apart.

He looked up when he saw the rubber tip of a cane from his peripheral. He watched as House slumped down against the wall opposite to him.

"How is she?"

"She's asleep."

Neither spoke. The two friends remained in silence for several minutes.

"We were going to name it Elizabeth.. If it was a girl.."

Wilson looked up at the expression on House's face and sighed sadly.

"Tom if it was a boy.. After her dad.. Thomas Gregory House.."

He watched as House angrily punched the wall beside him, leaving noticeable hole. It surprised him to see House so upset. He hadn't known that his best friend had wanted children so badly.

"I'm sorry House..."

"Yeah, I know."

Cuddy was discharged from the hospital three days later. House watched as one of the nurses helped her into a wheelchair, seeing as she was still sore before heading off to the parking lot. He pulled up in front of the hospital and helped her into the car.

The ride back to her place was eerily quiet, which was understandable with the trauma they had recently experienced. The silence between them was almost painful. As the radio hummed quietly, House glanced across at her. She was staring blankly out of the window, her expression impassive and stone like. He watched as she closed her eyes and clenched her jaw for a second before reaching over and giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

When they got home, he helped her inside, keeping a hand around her waist, seeing as it was the most he could do for her.

"Mommy! I missed you!" Rachel squeaked when she caught sight of her mother as Cuddy eased herself onto the couch. Cuddy couldn't help but smile. No matter how much emotional or physical pain she was in, no matter how terrible or stressed she felt, Rachel would always bring an immediate smile to her face.

"Come here baby." She said softly calling out to her. She watched as Rachel ran towards her and then settled herself into her lap. "I missed you too honey." She whispered, holding her daughter closer to her and kissing her forehead. She could feel the tears starting to well in her eyes at the fact that she was no longer going to be having another child.

"Momma sad?"

"Yeah honey. Momma's sad." She murmured.

She held Rachel for a few more minutes before letting her go and run off into the kitchen where Cuddy knew House and Wilson were sitting. She closed her eyes and sighed, before feeling a sharp stab in her lower abdomen. She cried out in pain, and was not surprised when both House & Wilson came in to check on her.

"What's wrong!" Wilson asked his voice full of concern.

"Nothing.. Cramp. That's all... I'm fine.. It's nothing abnormal under the circumstances."

"Are you sure?"

"Jimmy she said she's fine. Leave her alone."

"Shut up House. I guess I'll go. I'll bring Rachel back in a few a days.. Get well soon." He said softly leaning over and kissing her on the cheek.

"Bye James.. and thank you for taking her for a few days.."

"Bye momma!" Rachel squeaked as she ran back up to her mother and kissed her on the cheek as well.

"Bye honey.. Be good for uncle Wilson okay?"

She kissed Rachel goodbye before watching House lead them out. When they had gone, House returned into the living room.

"Come on."

"Come on what?"

"Do you want to spend the night on the couch or what?"

"I don't care."

"Cuddy."

"What?" She replied irritatedly. Why did it matter where she slept? She didn't care right now. She just wanted to... She didn't even know what she wanted.

"I know you're upset, and you're tired. You need sleep."

House was pissing her off, but she knew he was actually trying to care and be supportive in her time of need. She didn't want to argue. Gingerly, she sat up, her broken wrist making it hard to do so, especially with the sudden wave of dizziness that struck her. She stood and slowly made her way towards the bedroom, House not far behind her.

She reached the bedroom and pulled the covers aside before easing herself into bed and burying herself under them. She was cold. It was early April and she was freezing.

"You need to take your pain meds Cuddles."

"No. I don't. Not all of us need drugs to deal with pain." She said the words before she could stop herself, instantly regretting it.

"I didn't mean that.."

"I know you didn't. Pain causes us to say things we don't mean. I would know."

"I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me.." She whispered, suddenly overcome by a wave of emotion. He was trying to be supportive of her, and here she was bitching at him, verbally attacking him.

"There are a lot of things wrong with you." House remarked.

"House... The last thing I need is -."

"Shut up and let me finish."

She swallowed dryly before biting her tongue, forcing whatever she was feeling deeper inside of herself.

"There are a lot of things wrong with you. There are a lot more things wrong with me. Now obviously you falling in love with me is one of the things wrong with you. So if you look at it my way, if it weren't for the things wrong with you, you'd be a bitter old spinster." House continued climbing in beside her.

"You're an idiot." She murmured, pulling him close to her.

No matter what he said to her, whether it be an insult or a snarky comment, it always made her a feel a little better. The insults was one of the things she loved about their relationship. It kept things playful, it kept the fire between them there. It also showed his affection for her in an uncommon way. House was completely right by telling her that the things wrong with her were what had made her fall in love with him. She felt the tears starting to slip down her cheeks and felt his arms around her, holding her as she let everything out.

"I hate this. I hate this so much. I just wish for ONCE something would go in out favor. For ONCE something good would happen to us." She cried angrily against his chest.

Every time something good happened, there was always something horrible just waiting to happen. Always. No matter what it was.