The next morning I wake up with Cuddy in my arms and kiss her awake. "Goodmorning Cuddy."

"Morning." She says lazily smiling at me. "I'm hungry."

"Don't tell my girlfriend! I shouldn't be here." I say fake panicked.

"Girlfriend?" She says fake shocked. "I thought there was only me!" She kisses my cheek.

"I know I'm a pig." I kiss her. "But you still love me."

She laughs and kisses me back. "I guess." She laughs.

"I guess? I guess! I guess I'll just have to tickle you!" I start to tickle her laughing and she kicks and flails around laughing.

"Stop it!" She screams trying to get away. I stop and kiss her smiling.

"What? You don't like being tickled?" I kiss her again.

"Laughing too hard hurts my ribs." She fake pouts smiling. "I'm still hungry." She gets up and laughs when I pull her back down. "Hey!" I kiss her again letting my hand wander her body and she stops me. "I don't want to right now."

"Ok." I let her go and kiss her. "You were hungry?"

"Yeah." She smiles and gets up. "What do you want to eat?"

"Scrambled eggs with cheese."

"Alright." She gets up and makes me eggs and we eat in silence. When we are almost done she smiles at me. "What do you want to do today?"

"I think you should see a therapist."

"I think you should shut up." She frowns at me.

"I'll go with you if you want. But I think you should go."

"Give me one good reason from the past ten years." She sighs looking at me.

"You were raped."

"More than ten years ago!" She frowns at me.

"And? If there was a 13 year old…"

"14."

"Fine. If there was a 14 year old girl who came into the clinic with bruises, being hurt, and having been raped what would you do?"

"Doesn't matter because I'm 42. I'm not 14 anymore." She frowns at me. "And I'd be very sad, my heart would go out to that girl, and I would tell her parents."

"Well you don't have to tell your parents, because you're 42, but you would have suggested therapy and you know it."

"I'm not 14 anymore. I don't have to do anything just because someone wants me too."

"Would you have?"

"Yes I would have. But I'm fine. It was almost 30 years ago!"

"Please go?"

"Will you please leave me alone about that?"

"Cuddy you were abused and raped!"

"I know!" She glares at me. "I know that. That doesn't mean I want to talk about it." She sits down.

"Please?"

"One. One damn appointment. But you leave me alone about it if I do." She frowns at me. "Come with me. If I have to go to a therapist so do you." She glares at me.

"Fine." I smile at her and kiss her cheek. "Gender matter? Dr. Stone works."

"Not someone who works at the hospital!"

"Confidential."

"The walls have ears."

"Really? Whose ears? Did we have a few Davinci situations?"

She laughs. "Fine. It's close. That's the only reason." She frowns at me. "When do I have to go?"

"Today at noon."

"You made an appointment when I was pacing last night didn't you!"

"Yup." She frowns at me. "Fine." She goes to her closet and throws on a pair of jeans and a tighter light blue v neck t-shirt.

"Wow." I smile at her. "You look good in jeans." She walks away and does her hair and makeup so she thinks she looks presentable, she looks stunning. "Ok. Lets go."

She groans but follows me. We get to the hospital and she frowns as she notices people looking at her twice realizing she was here, but she's not in her work clothes. "What's going on?" Cameron asks looking at her confused. "Why aren't you wearing work clothes?"

"I'm not here for work. As far as you're concerned I'm not here." She smiles at her and gets in the elevator, Cameron doesn't follow on and we go to Dr. Stones office.

"Dr. Cuddy." She stands up and shakes Cuddy's hand.