A/N: I´m such an idiot! I forgot to tell you guys that i changed the timeline a bit. Airborne happend after Resignation but I guess you guys already figured that one out. Since this is cleared up now here we go chapter 6. Enjoy.

Chapter 6

He had visited her again, 3 days after he had brought her paperwork. He had bought her a bright green flowerpot with beautiful flowers and when he handed them over, he told her he found them in the room of his favourite coma guy and that he asked him if he could take them and he didn't mind.

She glared at him hoping he was joking, and they spent another day in her bed watching TV shows and movies. Again he had ordered food for them and left after they ate.

The 2 weeks passed by faster then she thought they would, every 2nd or 3rd day House stopped by and brought her stuff he needed signed and she did it with joy.

Cuddy was back at work and since House had brought her all her paperwork, the pile on her desk wasn't much bigger than usual. Around 11 am she wondered where House was and called his office. Cameron told her he had left Friday around 3pm without telling them why and she hadn't heard from him since then. Wondering if Wilson knew where he was, she dialed his office number but Wilson didn't answer. She paged him hoping he would call her back soon. When did she suddenly become so worried about House she thought? Even the baby seemed nervous, there was a lot of movement in her belly.

After receiving a call from Wilson telling her that he had no idea where House was or what happened, she decided to take it into her own hands and after work she drove to his apartment.

"House open the door!" she got no response, "House I know you're in there, open the door!" she yelled again.

The door flung open, taking a step back she starred at him. He looked like crap, probably drunk.

"What do you want?" he hissed at her.

"You haven't been at work… Wilson was worried… I was worried." She was angry at him.

"I'm ok. Now go away" he pushed the door shut when he turned around.

She reached out and stopped the door before it could close "No! I won't leave you alone."

"Well then make yourself comfortable" he told her in his best sarcastic voice and moved back to the couch and his scotch. She didn't think it would be that easy.

Slowly she took in the surroundings. It smelled like alcohol and cigarettes. Sitting down beside him on the couch after moving some magazines away she recognised that not only did the apartment smelled like a rat cage, but House's body odor wasn't that of roses either! What was going on here she thought, and turned to House in an attempt to find out by exploring every detail of him that could help her figuring out what was wrong. He turned, eyes low and an expression on his face she hadn't seen before.

"What's happened Greg?" she asked softly.

"Since when do you call me Greg?" he didn't want to deal with her right now he shouldn't have opened that damn door in the first place.

"Greg, what happened?" She wasn't going to let him change the topic that easily.

"Nothing!" he said, turning away he took another swig of his scotch and added 2 Vicodin for the taste.

"This 'nothing' is affecting you. You're sure you won't tell me about it?" She had no doubt, that if she pushed too hard or too much, he would throw her out of the apartment.

He nodded and Cuddy didn't ask him again, instead switched the TV on. She put on something she thought he would like and made herself comfortable which wasn't easy with a 6 month along belly.

Her eyes flickered and she opened them slowly hearing the soft voice of Greg but she couldn't quiet understand it. Sleep was blurring her sight and obviously her hearing too.

"… he was a terrible father and now he is all I have left. He never told me about his feelings or that he actually liked me. He was cold and demanding. Once I didn't eat everything that Mom put on the plate and he made me stand in the cold rain for 4 hours. Then another time I got into a fight at school cause some of the boys made fun of me and I punched them. I thought Dad would be proud of me, but I was wrong! When the school called he got angry and yelled at me 'why had I compromised him in front of the school' and he made me bathe in ice water till I couldn't feel my feet and fingers anymore. He only got me out because I started to turn blue!"

Absentmindedly he stroked her hair soothingly. Probably more for his benefit then for hers she thought.

"When I was old enough I left. First I stayed at a friends place and later I moved into a college dorm and I met you Lisa. I was happy, and at times I wondered what would have happened if I had the guts to ask you out on a date. I never did and then I met Stacy and the rest is history."

He stopped stroking her hair and asked barely loud enough for her to understand "When did you wake up?" There was no fear in his voice it was just a simple question.

She didn't move her head from his legs she just answered "About 5 minutes ago. Greg what happened?"

"My mom died… Heart attack. Doctors tried everything but it was too late. He called me 3 days ago." He told her in a rush not wanting to linger on the words anymore than he had too. He wanted to forget, to let go, but it didn't help to be constantly reminded of it by talking about it.

Shocked at the news she tried to sit up but he pushed her gently down and she obeyed.

"Why didn't you call me or Wilson?"

"Why should I? So you can see me getting drunk and miserable. You are pregnant you shouldn't worry about anybody but you and the baby." That was the nicest thing he had ever told her.

"We are friends aren't we?" she asked.

He looked down at her and studied her. Are they friends? He wasn't sure he wanted to be only a friend but he nodded anyway. She couldn't see him in her position but she felt the movement.

"Are we friends?" he asked in a soft voice, strange for him.

"I guess …?" it came out more like another question than an actually answer.

"I needed time to think, about you and me… us? Do you know why I never offered to be your sperm donor?" the alcohol made him soft and he wanted to finally get it out of his system and maybe talking to her would do that for him. It wouldn't hurt to try.

She shook her head speaking in a slow voice "Because you don't want kids?"

"I never really thought about it until I found out that you were pregnant. I wanted to be a part of it. Like it's my last chance to live, to make something right in my sorry life. But there is always the shadow of my father hanging over me. Will I turn into him, and torture the ones I love?" Honestly he didn't think he could torture his kid like his father did with him, but still he wasn't completely sure.

"You will be a wonderful father someday, Greg. I don't doubt that. You've already changed a lot in the last few months. You can be a part of this…" she motioned to her and her belly, "But you have to promise me something!"

His eyes went wide but he didn't say anything waiting for her to continue.

"You have to promise me you'll think about alternative pain management. I know you are in constant pain and that you need something to ease it, but you won't live long enough to see the child go to school if you keep going like you are now."

He had anticipated a tirade of things she'd expect him to change, but really all she wanted was him to cut back on the Vicodin so he would live long enough to see the child in school. He didn't expect that.

Slowly he pulled her up into a sitting position, they're faces only inches away. She didn't flinch when he slowly moved closer.

Right before he could close the gap between them she bolted from him and ran in the direction of his bathroom her hand covering her mouth.

TBC

I know, I know you guys hate cliffhangers but I couldn´t resist. I just had to end it there.