I just want to thank all my readers again for their continued support.

So, what's Kate doing at her sister's house, wanting to talk to the man who she can't stand? Are they going to make amends or not? Find out!

Where we left off:

House's eyes widened in surprise as to who was standing before him, but he didn't say anything, and just stared at the younger Cuddy sister.

"Greg," Kate said, finally breaking the silence, "How are you?"

"Do you actually care or are you just making conversation?"

Cuddy gaped at him. "Greg!" she scolded, horrified at how he was behaving in front of her sister.

Kate smirked. "Contrary to your belief, Greg, I do care about you," she told him, ignoring her sister's comment. "I could have left you in that ditch last week," she joked.

House grimaced. "Point taken."

"I'll leave you two," Lisa told the two of them, as she walked toward her home office. Before walking in to begin to sift through the paperwork that littered the desk surface, the elder Cuddy sister glanced back at her younger sister, who sat down on the armchair in the living room.

She tried not to linger on the fact that it was a coincidence that Kate was on her mind a moment ago and then just showed up out of the blue at her door. 'She's not going to bring my secret up with him,' she thought, 'Kate wouldn't do that to me.' Still, Lisa felt a bit apprehensive as she stayed in her home office while her sister was in the living room with the one person who she (Kate) loathed.

"Well, if she does talk about it with him, I hope they don't kill each other," she murmured to herself, amused, before closing the door.

…

Chapter 55:

"So," Katherine Cuddy began, as she sat diagonal to House in an armchair, and crossed her legs, "really, how are you?"

"Eh, alright," House answered her, "I hate not being able to do anything. I feel completely helpless."

"Give it time," Kate told him as she mentioned towards the sling that was lying on the coffee table. "How long did they say you have to wear that?"

"About four weeks at a minimum," House told her, and then suddenly he narrowed his eyes. "Okay, Kate, cut the small talk crap. Why did you really come over here?" he spat at her.

If Kate was taken aback by his brashness, she did not show it. Instead, she began, "I wanted to talk about the other night, at the New Year's party," she clarified, "I was…I wanted to apologize for what I said to you…"

"Why?" House interrupted her.

"Excuse me?"

House repeated himself. "Why? Why are you apologizing to me? I'm the one who almost punched you in the face!"

Kate shrugged a shoulder. "I was provoking you," she stated, and then paused. "I had no right to say those things that I said to you. I could see how happy my sister is with you and I… I guess I'm just destined to think the worst in you."

"… Wow…," House said, sarcastically, "I didn't get that vibe at all…"

"God dammit, Greg!" Kate exclaimed, "I'm trying to reconcile with you, here and you're just…you don't even care! You're -"

"Did you mean what you said about me not changing, and that I'll do something to hurt your sister again?" House suddenly interrupted her.

Kate stayed silent for a moment. Without really answering the question posed to her, she side stepped it. "I was… wound up. Lisa wouldn't be with you again if she didn't think you could really love her. She sees something in you and I'm not about to ruin that," she finished out in a soft voice.

"So," House interjected, "do you always say shit like that when you're wound up? Stuff like I'll hurt your sister again?"

Interrupting him, Kate's eyes flashed angrily. "Now you stop right there. Just stop it! I'm trying here, Greg. Really, I am… So, don't you dare turn this on me!" she exclaimed.

When House didn't say anything, Kate regained her composure, and said in a level voice, "Like I said before, Lisa obviously sees something in you. And as her sister, I want what's best for her and if you fuck this up or hurt her again, I will kill you."

Silently, House observed the woman sitting diagonally to him. She was calmer then before, and he waited a moment before addressing her.

"Wow. That sounds like you're pretty serious, Kate."

Kate gave a soft chuckle and smirked as her eyes moved swiftly down House's face. "Oh, you have no idea," she told him, softly as she crossed her arms across her chest and leaned back against the armchair.

"Look," House said, heatedly, "I know I can be an asshole sometimes, but just so you know, I was by your sister's side when she needed me the most, so if you can't sit here without getting past my 'asshole' qualities, then that's your problem."

Just before Kate had a chance to speak, her older sister walked back into the room.

"Hey, I have to run to the hospital for a bit," Lisa addressed House.

"I thought you were taking the day off?" House questioned, as she walked toward him.

Lisa bent down and kissed him on the lips, "Not anymore. I should be back within the hour."

Turning to her sister, she said, "Don't get up. Thanks for stopping by, Kate. Let yourself out whenever."

Turning back to House, she told him to call her if he needed anything, and throwing on a coat and grabbing her phone and car keys, headed out to drive to the hospital to take care of her Board's mistake in the yearly budget.

Five minutes after her sister had left, Kate and House were still having a go at one another, although they were sort of getting better and somewhat closer to making amends.

"… Kate, give me some credit here, okay? I'm trying…" He paused and then lowered his voice, "You're determined to hate me."

Katherine Cuddy swallowed and leaned forward, her eyes fixated on him, as she said nothing. Finally, she chose her words carefully. "….It was hard to see my sister go through school loving you and you just…moved on. Even if you didn't know how much she loved you back then, I still think that's no excuse for just leaving, even if it was just one night. And I don't like seeing Lisa hurt emotionally."

House nodded. "Understandable," he told her. "Although if you don't like seeing her hurt, then answer me this, Kate," He paused, choosing his words carefully. "…why didn't you come see her when she was and still is going through one of the most painful moments in her life?"

"Oh, like college wasn't painful enough for her?!" Kate scoffed. She stopped when she noticed House didn't even crack a smile. "What do you mean?"

He stared at her, almost disbelieving that the woman seated in front of him was unaware of what her own sister had to bear over the past two and a half months. "You don't know?" He closed his eyes and slid his right hand down his face, as a huge weight came down upon him. "Jesus Christ, Kate. You don't know?!"

"Greg, you're scaring me," Kate told him, as she felt her own heart start to hammer in her chest.

When House opened his eyes again, Kate was astonished at how much older and worn out he looked. "Are you -," she started to ask but was cut off.

"How much do you know about the accident that happened in November?"

Quite taken aback by the immediate question that was posed to her, Kate didn't answer right away. "Why are you- "

"Just answer the question!"

Swallowing, Kate wondered why he was acting this way, but nonetheless, complied to his request.

"I…I…I was on the phone with my mom and she told me that Lisa was in an automobile accident. I was in the process of moving closer to work at Princeton General at the time."

"Did your mom tell you any details?"

Kate frowned as she tried to recall what exactly her mother had told her on the phone. "…Besides the fact that you two were together and that Lisa was pregnant, no, not really."

"Nothing else?" House asked her, quickly.

"Well," Kate said, slowly as she remembered, "she did show me the newspaper article, but other than that, no," she told him, still confused. "Greg, what's going on?"

Closing his eyes, House exhaled slowly. "As her sister, you have a right to know what happened," he finally spoke aloud and, after opening his eyes again, looked at Kate with a somber expression.

Now Kate was scared more than she was curious. She hadn't experienced this vulnerable side of House before.

Realizing this was extremely difficult for him, she stayed silent, watching him.

"Kate," House began slowly, "… your sister miscarried in November."

Silence. Kate spoke after a few moments, her voice shaky. "What – wait, but she's still pregnant….How can -"

"We were expecting twins," House explained.

Silence again as Kate stared at him. "Jesus," she finally exclaimed, softly. "Greg, I…" She swallowed. "What happened?"

"I still don't know," House told her, "After she came to the hospital was when they did a D & C to remove the remains of the miscarried fetus… it could have been from the accident or it could have been from complications from the beginning, I really don't know."

Closing her eyes, Kate ran a shaky hand down her face and exhaled slowly. The weight of what she had just heard had come crashing down on her like an immense boulder.

Immediately, the Lisa Cuddy in college came flooding back instantly in a memory. She still remembered that day clearly after almost twenty-five years. Lisa coming to visit her in tears, revealing what she had just discovered and the anger and the pain that she felt. Kate understood where her sister was coming from, but that still didn't erase the pain and anger from her memory. Immediately, Kate pulled herself out of her thoughts as she concluded that the man in front of her had no idea what really happened between him and Lisa in college, and she wasn't about to tell him everything. If anything, he had to hear it from Lisa herself.

Pulling herself away from her memories, Kate opened her eyes again. "Is the other one okay?" she asked quietly, without bothering to hide the tremble that was now in her voice.

House nodded slowly. "He seems to be, yes." He didn't tell her about the 'less than 50 percent' odds. He didn't want her becoming more upset than she obviously was already.

"Greg," she began slowly, "I had no right to say anything of what I said to you, especially after what the two of you went through in these past couple months…"

House interrupted her. "You didn't know. Hell, I probably deserved them."

"No, I still shouldn't have said what I did …you were what kept her going, I'm sure of it," she finished out, quietly.

House said nothing and carefully lifted the icepack from off his shoulder with his right hand, and laid it on the coffee table.

"…Why didn't she tell me?" Kate asked, quietly, although she thought she already knew the answer. She was careful not to reveal too much in front of House.

"… I can't answer that because I don't know," House told her, as he looked over at her once more. "She's been repressing it since it happened. Last night…was the first night that I've seen that she let herself go…"

"I…," Kate began but paused as she found herself not being able to formulate words, She tried again. "I'm sorry, Greg," she whispered, her face shining with tears. "You two didn't deserve this. At all."

Silence. Then, "Thanks, Kate." Clearing his throat, he tried to keep his voice level as he commanded, "Can you leave now? My shoulder hurts."

Kate stood up as she wiped her face. "Of course," she said quietly. Walking over to House on the couch, she clapped a hand on his good shoulder. "You're not alone. Remember that."

And without waiting for him to do or say anything, Kate bent down and lightly kissed him on the cheek.

"Get better," she told him before leaving the living room and exiting through the front door, as House just fixated his gaze on the arm of the couch.

As Katherine Cuddy made her exit, her sister was still sitting in one of the five hospital board rooms on the third floor, trying to reconcile where the missing $9,500 disappeared to.

"If it's recorded in the budget, which it should be, then backtrack," Lisa Cuddy told the five board members who were present, and who were all trying not to aggravate the woman sitting in front of them.

"Get a record from Accounting. We need to get this financial mistake straightened out now. And it's not my problem. This is not babysitting, people."

"But Lisa," Frank Luela said to her, "if we find out who made the money go missing -"

"Frank," Cuddy started, interrupting him, "we are not pointing fingers. That wastes time. Reconcile this, now!"

Just then, Cuddy's phone vibrated. She glanced down at the caller I.D. and excused herself, walking just outside the door.

"What, Greg? I'm in a meeting," she spoke, clearly agitated, into the phone after bringing it up to her ear.

"I need more pain relief," House told her.

Cuddy exhaled. "Fine. When did you last take some?"

"Last night."

"Fine. My side. Top drawer," she told him. "Take one," she stressed. "I should be home soon."

Disconnecting the call, Cuddy exhaled and walked back into the conference room, reminding herself to kill the hospital's CFO at the next opportunity.

As Cuddy was becoming more and more agitated with her board members and the accounting department, John Greene was sitting in his office on the second floor of the hospital. He was reviewing a patient lawsuit involving administration of the wrong medication when there was a soft knock on his office door, which was slightly ajar.

"Come in," he called.

Wilson pushed the door open."Hey."

John looked up and his face broke into a grin. "Hey yourself." Laying down his pen and the papers which he held in his hand, he waited until Wilson sat down in the chair that was in front of the desk.

"What's with the boxes?" Wilson mentioned with his hand towards the four brown storage boxes that sat on the floor beside a large wooden multi-shelving unit attached to the wall.

"Law books that I haven't unpacked yet," John told him, following the other man's gaze, "And if you think that is a lot, you should still see all the books I have back at the apartment in the city, which by the way has been dark for the past month."

Wilson cracked a small smile, grinning. "That's because you're always over at my place."

"Is that a problem?" John asked, amused.

"Not at all," Wilson continued. "Hey, if you end up getting sick of me, you always have an apartment to welcome you home," he joked.

John smiled. "If I had known our relationship had a time limit, I would have gotten myself out before I fell in too deep," he joked.

Leaning back in his chair, John crossed his legs and surveyed the man in front of him, chuckling as he gave him a swift once over look.

"I've missed you," he said quietly. "I've been working like a dog all day."

"Well, I'm here, ain't I?" Wilson told him. "So, did you summon me here to just treat me like eye candy or what?"

John chuckled before he turned serious. "My old partner in our law firm - you know, the one I left because of you - Nick is having a retirement party for his secretary. She's been at the firm since the start. And since I was partner up until very recently, he invited me to the get-together," He paused and then added in a softer voice,

"And I was wondering, if you would have the pleasure of accompanying me, James."

Wilson didn't say anything for a moment and then his face broke into a wide smile. "Of course," he said, "I'd love to. When is it?"

"Next Friday night."

Next chapter drops a bombshell…stay tuned. What could Lisa be hiding from House all these years? Find out soon!