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Driclaimer: The words in itallics at the beginning of each chapter are from the song In My Head by Anna Nalick whic I do not own.
...Under the weight of your wings, You are a God and whatever I want you to be...
Cuddy climbed into her sleek black Lexus, still slightly rattled from what had just happened. It was so unlike House to do...whatever it was that he just did. Still as much as she hated to admit it, his touch had left her with butterflies in her stomach. Her skin tingled from where his hands had just been on the small of her back. It was a strange moment they had just shared. There was none of the usual sexual innuendo that usual came from any kind of physical contact with House (not that she had ever had any). What had just happened was much deeper than that. It was almost as if he had sensed exactly what she needed. So why, then, was she still thinking about it?
She decided to push it out of her mind and concentrate on the road she was driving on. She turned the radio up humming along to the familiar song. It wasn't long before she was pulling into her driveway. She parked her car in the garage and collected her purse and a few files that she had brought home with her from the hospital. Once in the house, Cuddy dropped her things off and headed to her bedroom. She slipped off her shoes and put them neatly back in her closet, as well as her jeans and sweater. She wrapped her long robe around her and started running water in the bath tub. A relaxing bath was just what she needed right now. Her muscles ached from sitting in one position and her head hurt from agonizing over paper work all day.
She slowly slipped her body into the water and felt herself relax instantly. She picked up the remote to her stereo and let the sounds of jazz music take her to a place where there was no hospitals, or paperwork. And most important, no House to make her feel out of control. She hated that feeling. Thinking back on it, that's probably what had gone wrong in her past relationships. As soon as she felt herself losing control of the relationship, she ended it. Yes, Lisa Cuddy was a control freak. She always had been really.
Slowly her mind turned back to House and the way that she felt when his arms were around her. There was nothing wrong with thinking about him, right? It's not like she was in love with him. She laughed at the thought. Most days she didn't even like to be in the same room as him for extended periods of time. Still she couldn't forget the way that she felt, deep in the pit of her stomach, when he looked at her. She wondered what would happen if they really did try to have a relationship ship. She liked to think that they would be happy together but she couldn't bring herself to believe that House would ever be truly happy with anyone. Let alone her.
Just as she was starting to relax, she heard a knock at the door. She looked at the clock. 10:22. Strange time for someone to be knocking on her door but not so strange that she should be worried about it, she decided.
Cuddy stepped out of the water and pulled her wet hair into a pony tail before putting on her robe and slippers. The knocking became more incessant as she ran down the stairs and to the door. She straightened her robe and opened the door.
"Dr. Wilson. What's up?" she asked shocked to see him at her door. She saw a look of sheer horror on his face that made her heart drop. "Is everything ok?"
"We have to go to the hospital now. It's an emergency."