It was six thirty before Cuddy was able to make it back over to House's place. She knocked on the door and when she didn't hear anything she decided to just let herself in. She looked around and noticed the empty foam containers of Vietnamese food that littered the coffee table. Cuddy smiled and went to the bed room where she found him spread eagle on the bed in his underwear. She thought of all the fun she could have with him and then a plan formed in her head.

House groaned as he felt something rub up against his groin. He started to use his hand to readjust himself and opened his eyes when he felt they were restrained. He looked his right hand and could see it was tied to the bed then he felt panic rise when he looked over and saw that the left one was tied down too. House looked around and notice that the light was on in the room and Cuddy was standing at the side of the bed in only a lacy black bra and matching thong. He looked down at himself he was only wearing his underwear and both of his legs were also tied down.

Cuddy was very impressed with herself and ran a hand up the inside of his right leg seductively. "Look who finally woke up?" She said.

House looked at her with cold eyes, "Untie me now," He said as the smell of piss, shit, vomit and rotten food burned his nose.

Cuddy smiled at him, "I haven't had my way with you yet," she said rubbing his crotch.

House closed his eyes and felt sick from the images that flooded his mind of the men that had tortured him for months at a time, "I'm telling you to let me go right now." He said louder.

Cuddy looked at him irritation, "Come on House at least give it a try, you might like it," she said climbing on top of the bed.

House's muscles tightened ready for the pain that was sure to come from as it always had when he had been restrained. He had to get out of this quick was his only thought as he could hear his heart beating in his ears. "Lisa I'm telling you one last time, you have a minute to untie me before I break this bed and you owe me a new one." He said.

"Oh my god, I can't believe you are acting this way about this, isn't this every guys fantasy?" She asked rubbing his chest and feeling his muscles tighten underneath her touch.

"Not MINE!" House yelled now with his eyes on hers.

Cuddy got off the bed, "I'm not going to hurt you Greg, I just want to have some control in the bedroom."

House eyed her, "You had all the control yesterday, I didn't tie you down with out you permission, and if you had ever asked me to stop I would have!" House said loudly, "Now you have ten seconds left."

Cuddy looked at him, "I trusted you, why can't you trust me?"

House closed his eyes and grabbed the sides of the back board of the bed and started yanking back and forth with all the strength that he had.

Cuddy watched him with shock, "House stop it, your going to hurt yourself." She said as she backed away from him seeing him pull harder on the wood.

House finally felt some extra give and yanked the headboard hearing a loud crack, he then pushed it back resulting in more cracking sounds until he was sure that it was broken and then he lifted it above his head. He tilted it and let go of the left side leting it fall to the bed while sliding his right hand down it so that the rope fell off the broken bottom of it freeing him. He soon had freed both hand and pushed the headboard to the floor. House scooted down the bed and untied his legs then got off the bed grabbing his cane and quickly went to the bathroom limping past Cuddy.

He closed and locked the bathroom behind him. He almost instantly vomited as soon as he made it to the toilet. He was breathing heavily while rinsing his mouth and face when he heard Cuddy knock on the door.

"Greg, are you okay?" She asked through the door.

House looked down at his shaky hands and took two oxycodone because his leg was hurting and to hopefully calm his nerves. House pulled the door open and Cuddy lost her balance as she had been leaned against it, but recovered and looked at him.

House stared at the floor, "Please just go," he said and limped past her with his cane.

Cuddy turned to him, "Greg, what's wrong?" she asked not understanding why he had acted the way he had while grabbing a tee shirt of his and putting it on.

House sat down on the bed still trying to calm himself, "Didn't I say to leave?"

Cuddy reached out a hand to reassure him but he pulled back as if she was a snake.

"Don't touch me!" He said loudly looking at her.

Cuddy took in his shakiness, fear of being touched, and ragged breathing. "Are you having a panic attack?" She asked watching him.

House looked away from her trying to calm down, "I'm trying to stop it."

Cuddy swallowed, "I don't understand why you got so worked up."

House's eyes quickly found hers, "How fucking stupid are you? How the hell do you think that they tortured me? You think they just put me in a room by myself. They tied me, chained me, and some even caged me. Do you have any idea what it's like to wake up day after day laying in your own waste tied up naked just wondering what they are going to do to you next."

Cuddy suddenly felt sick as she realized that she had caused him to feel as helpless as the people who had tortured him had. "Greg, that's not what I was trying to do."

House's eyes closed and he hung his head, "I know. I'm sorry I'm not normal. You're right any other guy would have... but I..." He couldn't finish the sentence and swallowed hard.

Cuddy wanted to be close to him, but felt she better play it safe, "Greg can I sit down on the bed beside you?" she asked.

House looked up at her and nodded. "Just promise me you'll never do that again."

Cuddy sat down beside him on the bed, "I promise. I should have thought more about it, or just untied you when you first asked." she said.

"As far as control in the bedroom, how about a golden rule, we will never force or push the other to do something that they are uncomfortable with." House said.

Cuddy smiled back, "I think that's a good idea." She said, "I guess I'll go first. I'm not comfortable with anal or any kind of hitting."

House nodded, "I'm also not comfortable with anal, being restrained in any way, blow jobs, or being on the bottom."

Cuddy looked at him with questioning eyes, "I understand the first two, but why aren't you comfortable with the last two?"

House eyes narrowed slightly, "I didn't question yours," he said and then looked away. "There are also somethings I can't do because of my leg. I can't have sex standing up, or laying on my right side, and I would prefer to have my leg covered during sex." House said now rubbing his hand over the scar.

Cuddy looked at him then his hand, "Greg it doesn't bother me."

House looked up, "It bothers me."

"Is that why you don't feel comfortable with blow jobs?" She asked.

House looked at her with warning eyes, "I told you what I was uncomfortable with and couldn't do. I don't feel the need to explain any farther, so just leave it alone, unless there is something that I listed that you just can't live with out and if that's the case then let me know and we can end this now."

Cuddy bit her lip and thought about what he was saying, "So you're saying there is no room from compromise when it comes to you."

House let out a sigh, "Not when it comes to this kind of stuff and I wouldn't want you to compromise feeling comfortable in the bedroom for me either."

Cuddy nodded, "Okay, then maybe we should talk about some things that are more important."

House looked down at the headboard, "You mean like what kind of bed I would like you to buy?"

Cuddy narrowed her eyes slightly, "I was thinking more along the lines of how you feel about children."

House shrugged, "As long as they can build a solid bed I'm fine with something overseas."

Cuddy poked him in his ribs with her elbow, "Greg, I'm serious."

House cocked an eyebrow, "Me too, I'd like to have a bed that isn't broken."

"Well maybe you shouldn't have broken it." Cuddy said back.

"If you had untied me I wouldn't have," House snipped back.

Cuddy sighed, "Fine I'll buy you a new bed this weekend. Now how do you feel about kids?"

House looked down at the floor, "I thought we were going to give this a couple of weeks and then see how things were going."

Cuddy held his hand, "We are but that doesn't mean that we shouldn't discuss anything important. If you don't want anything to do with kids, I'd like to know now, so I don't get attached to the idea of this having a future."

House looked up at her with a worried expression, "I've never thought about children. Stacy... never mentioned wanting them or not, I'm guessing she didn't otherwise she wouldn't have had abortions. It could work since you would make all the rules since she's your kid."

Cuddy looked at him with confusion, "Greg, if this went the long run, she wouldn't just be my kid, she would be ours. I would expect you to treat her like you would your own child."

House's face troubled, "How am I suppose to treat her like my own child when I have no idea what it's like to have a child. Don't worry thought I wouldn't treat her like the bastard she is."

Cuddy looked at him with controlled anger, "Don't ever call her that again," she said seriously.

House rolled his eyes, "Why? That's what she is, a bastard is a child who the father walks out on or shows no interest in being involved with, usually to an unwed or already spoken for women. Sorry but that is what she is."

Cuddy eyes were fixed on his, "You son of a bitch, it isn't her fault what her situation was."

House looked at her with irritation, "I never said it was, it wasn't mine either, but that doesn't make it any less true."

"Your father was there for you, he didn't run out on you and your mother. You don't give a crap how hurtful your words are. If I ever hear you call her that again we are through, you understand me." Cuddy said now grabbing her cloths to get dressed.

"It's not like I said it to her, or like she would even understand the term at this point. And if by father you are speaking of the man I was raised by and told was my biological father my whole life then yes he was there, but if you're speaking about my biological father then me and her are in the same boat." House said looking her straight in the eyes.

Cuddy threw off his tee shirt and started getting back in her own clothes. "I don't give a fuck what your daddy issues are House, no one talks about my child like that."

House watched her, "Oh quit over reacting," he said and grabbed her arm as she was trying to button her shirt with her back to him.

Cuddy whirled around and slapped him hard across the face, "Let go of me House!" she yelled.

House looked at her with wide eye and let her arm loosely fall from his hands.

Cuddy swallowed as she waited for him to scream at her or do something, but he just stared at her with wide blue eyes. The silence and stillness of the room made Cuddy feel anxious so she stepped back and continued getting dressed not looking at House.

When Cuddy was finally dressed completely she looked up at House who was looking away from her with the same expression he had when she had hit him, she looked down and noticed he had pulled the covers over his leg. Cuddy felt slightly bad, but was so mad still by what he had said that she felt it was best to just go, "I'll see you at work tomorrow," she said watching him waiting for him to respond, but he acted as if he hadn't heard her just staring off. Cuddy licked her lips wanting to say more, but feeling that it was best that they both have there space she turned and stepped over the broken headboard and left.