A/N: Wow. I was so totally shocked at the awesome response I got to the first chapter. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy. Hehehe. Anyways, you apparently liked it, so I've decided to reward you with another chapter. And, since you sent me such beautiful reviews and made me jump up and down with happy-ness (lol), there's news. This is not the end.

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It's Raining

"No," House whined. "You can't make me!"

"I can and I am." Stacy reached for the fought-over object again.

House shook his head vehemently and immediately regretted it, for he swayed back and forth dizzily. His stomach heaved.

It must have showed; Stacy made a face.

House took the opportunity to cover his eyes protectively with his hand in a childish gesture. "Uh-uh."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Just give her the damn sunglasses, House," Cuddy snapped in irritation.

Stacy stifled a smirk. "You look like a blind man," she told the blue-eyed shuddering man.

"Do you think I care?"

Stacy rolled her eyes. "Oh, leave him be. He'd never give them over willingly."

Cuddy raised an eyebrow. "Sunglasses or no clinic?"

House fairly threw them at her.

"See?" Cuddy tossed her friend a triumphant smile. "Clinic. Now." She ordered.

"Whyyy?" House whined again.

"For being late. Now go before I kick your sorry ass all the way there."

"Hahaha…" House chuckled and eyed her. "I'd like to see that happen." He hunched his shoulders and limped resignedly in the direction of the clinic when she glared at him. "Yes, mother."

Cuddy shut her eyes in frustration. Not two seconds later, they flew open again at the sound of yet another voice she didn't want to hear. Come to think of it, there weren't many voices she did want to hear at that moment. "What do you want?"

"Do you have any idea why House got so drunk last night?" Wilson challenged instantaneously.

Cuddy didn't answer right away, feeling a nervous feeling creep up as she realized she wasn't sure she actually wanted to know.

Wilson nodded in Stacy's direction and threw her an 'it's obvious' expression. "She knows. Ask her."

"Why?" Cuddy exploded. "Why does everyone ask her?"

Stacy rolled her eyes.

"Because she's the all-knowing goddess of the Universe," House's voice hissed directly into her ear, making her jump. The sarcasm was dripping from his tone.

"You are supposed to be at the clinic!" she snapped, covering her surprise.

"I'm sorry," House apologized, sounding anything but. "But I need Wilson." He stared pointedly at the oncologist and Wilson hurriedly excused himself, following his friend down the hall.

"No, by all means, go on," House jeered derisively. "Tell her I'm madly in love with her while you're at it, why don't you?" he added, ignoring the nurses in the clinic who were giving him odd glances. "Remind me never to tell you any secrets again," he pleaded in something akin to a child's voice when they would beg for something.

He realized his mistake a split second too late.

Wilson stopped dead in the middle of the clinic waiting room. "You didn't tell me any secrets…" he began in a strange tone.

"You're right, I didn't." House said quickly, and ducked his head to grab a patient chart from the receptionist's desk. "Haha, fooled you."

"I think you're lying." Wilson stated, then corrected himself. "I know you're lying."

"And I think you're dreaming," House shot back.

"This conversation isn't over," Wilson chided before going to start with a patient. He never did remember that he didn't actually have to do clinic and that House didn't actually need his help.

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"No more clinic hours this week," House sang loudly and off-key to the tune of 'happy birthday' as he and Wilson waited in line at the cafeteria. "No more clinic hours this week! No more clinic hours this weeeeeeeeeeek! No more clinic hours this week!" He ignored the annoyed glanced people threw his way and droned on happily.

"Greg, please." Wilson's lips twisted into a wince. He grabbed a tray and paid for his food- and House's- and sat down at a table.

"What, you don't like my singing? I'm crushed." House chewed his food and made a face.

Wilson exhaled a sigh and followed suit.

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"Hey, why don't we-"

"No."

"But they-"

"No."

"Lisa, I'm just-"

"I said no!"

The two women were also in the cafeteria but wisely choosing not to eat the food.

"Fine." Stacy rolled her eyes and sat down at a table far away from the men. "You really do like him, don't you?"

Cuddy mulled this over for a long moment. "I'm acting like a teenager with a crush," she acquiesced, "but no, I don't."

Stacy tipped her head to the side and regarded her friend thoughtfully, dark eyes compassionate and understanding. "Can I tell you something honestly?"

Cuddy pursed her lips. "Sure, I guess."

"I think you do," Stacy said gently, "and you either don't know it yet or refuse to acknowledge it completely."

"What are you, a lawyer or a psychiatrist?"

"A friend."

"Besides," Cuddy continued out of nowhere, "even if I did like him- which I don't, by the way- there would be no point anyway. He's a cynical, self-absorbed jerk, and he's too caught up in his own world to give a damn about anyone else's."

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A/N: More coming soon, if you want it. Coughreviewscough.Don't make me beg :)