Titled: Pain in my heart chapter 15
Author: curseofavalon
Rating: PG
Summary: turning points

Authors Note: comments, reviews and critique are very welcome.
Pairing: Huddy
Disclaimer: I don't own House or its characters Fox does tho, I just used them shamelessly for this snippet.

It had taken Cuddy almost half an hour to get House on the couch, get him a bucket and a towel and then hurry to clean up after him. Taking his temperature she felt relieved, it wasn't as high as she had expected. She checked him again, wiping his forehead with a cold washcloth.

'House?'

He could barely open his eyes, they couldn't really focus on her before he retched air again, his stomach empty long ago. Lisa rubbed his back while he heaved until he slumped back into the cushions eyes closed again.

'Just...leave.'

He rasped it out and by the way it sounded it must've been painful. Handing him a tea she scolded him with the look she gave him.

'You are not only stubborn you're stupid too House. Do you really think I would leave you here, alone, when you could be building a the fever of the decade?'

House gave her a pained look and turned his head from her, almost whimpering.

'Go, please.'

Lisa was shocked by the sincere pain in his voice.Tables turned , as if she had been the one with the painful words. The look she gave him softened, this wasn't the time to e angry at him for what he did. He was sick already and needed help and until he was better she would try to forget what had happened.

'Look Greg whatever happened before between us is resting right now. Just let me help you and then you can be mad at me for the license thing until you get green in the face. Drink the tea its with honey and should be a small help against the sore throat until I've been at the Hospital getting some things for you.'

House's nasty snort broke the silence that had settled for a few seconds.

'Go back to white teeth...see if he wants your TLC.'

The edge in his voice was sharp, only broken by the strong rasp and the coughing that broke his words, the pain, anger, sadness and betrayal however was crisp. So he had opened her calender, followed her. Her suspicions had been right, still she didn't know if she should been angered or listen to the flutter of her heart.

'First off, it is none of your business who I see in my free time, sick enough that you read my personal calendar but following me is even worse. I wasn't the one storming off Greg, I wasn't the one behaving like a three year old with a tantrum and I was certainly not the one to try to hurt as much as possible with my words. I have no obligation to you, or what did you think? That after you get your license back I would jump back into your arms? Forget the way you treated me?'

Lisa's voice at become louder and angered, she didn't really care as he flinched because of his headache, he deserved it somehow.

'I wasn't the one jumping into someone else's arms. Hell Lisa I've always been a jackass and idiot when it came to being someone, sharing. I thought you knew, would understand me better than Stacy. I need time to adjust, we jumped into something made by anger, what did you think it was gonna be? All lovey dovey? I know I've been out of line, I know I shouldn't have said the things I said. But I did and I can't take it back. But don't pretend you wanted anything from this and then jump into bed with someone else the second I don't act like you want me too.'

They were silent for long minutes after that, both pondering the said things. Cuddy stood first, handing him his pills, silently speaking to him.

'I didn't sleep with him, he simply invited me and I needed to get out, stop thinking about you and how much I missed you and wanted you to come back. But go figure, I couldn't even enjoy it.'

She got dressed again, not looking at him and trying to hold tears of frustration back. This whole thing was messy and more than fucked up and she had no idea how they could resolve it. She turned then and walked back over to him, she leaned down slowly and softly kissed his forehead, sweat coating his almost white and hot skin. She left then, telling him to call her if he needed anything, her heart heavy and her body feeling drained of the last ounces of her strength.

It took House awhile to settle comfortably without getting sick. The headache had intensified, his head filled with jumbled thoughts since she had left him. The question that was the loudest in his inner discussion was why they could never get it to work. He knew most of it was his fault and her shitty timing. He was all rough edges and she knew, usually she dealt just fine, but when he really wanted Lisa he met her at her most vulnerable times. Times where she could not deal with his roughness and flaws. Times when she rather needed someone to hug her and help her through.

More questions raised with this. Could he and did he want to be that guy? If so did she really request him to change? Couldn't Lisa accept him the way he was? Even if she did and they tried being together, how long would it take before the next crisis shook them up?

Leaning forward he clutched his aching head and groaned. House took a pill and then laid back down for a nap, trying not to move too much too fast.

Cuddy had been back at the Hospital for about four hours, soon it would be time to leave for home. She hadn't gotten any work done while worrying over him. Always checking her watch, waiting for the phone to ring.

She jumped when it did.

Lisa had been just about to call it a night when the phone rang, making her gasp. She shook her head at the foolishness and answered swiftly. The breathing on the other line was heavy and ragged.

'Come back?'

'I'll be there in an hour.'