Well, here we are again. Although I wasn't 100 percent satisfied with the first chapter, it was still pretty fun to write. I like thinking of Cuddy as a Mommy to some little kid…warm fuzzy feelings ensue. And I'm glad I tricked you guys. Muwahaha. That WAS fun. :) Anyway, I have finals this week (Studying? What's that?) so updates may be far and few. I suddenly felt inspired though, so here's chapter two (I may get another one in before Tuesday...depends on how nice you all are to me). I'm really anal about details, although I had to let the first chapter slide since it HAD to get out on Mother's Day. (Sigh) Hopefully, this chapter will roll of the tongue a little more smoothly. Enjoy. :) Oh, btw, since Cuddy is my favorite character, this is mainly going to be about her…and her thoughts will be in italics.

Turning onto the sidewalk in front of her house, Lisa cranked up the volume on her Ipod, Avril Lavigne's "Girlfriend" blaring into her eardrums. Yeah, she liked to feel like a teenager every now-and-then…and after last night's dream, well, she sure as hell needed to take her mind off things. Her solution was simple—some loud music and a run. There just isn't anything like your feet pounding the pavement in time with a good song.

Bending down to lace up her gray and pink tennis shoes, she glanced around furtively. Noticing that she was alone, she began to sing aloud at the top of her lungs. "I don't like your girlfriend…I think you need a new one! I could be your girlfriend…" Someone tapped on her shoulder and she screeched slightly, standing up abruptly, and pulling the buds out of her ears. It was her next door neighbor, Tommy Wells, the handsome 40-something bachelor. Jeez. Stalker… She gave him a quick once-over. Tall, dark brown hair, murky green eyes, beautiful smile—well kempt. What a looker…he's not too bad, but he's not…God, get over it Lisa. It was a dream. She shook her head softly, as if to shake the thought from her mind. "Yeah?" she inquired as Tommy stared at her, flashing him an obligatory smile.

"I was just thinking," he began, his eyes roving over her body unashamedly, taking in the cloth capris that hugged her curves and the pink tank top that clung just a little too tightly, before finally meeting her eyes, "if you really wanted to be my girlfriend," he smirked, "maybe we should go out for drinks first."

Idiot. "Drinks? Really?" Her smile widened. She could play along...

"Yes. You, me, the Library," he responded pointedly.

"The library? Do you hide the liquor in-between the books on the dusty shelves or something?" she asked, frowning slightly.

Tommy threw his head back and laughed, "You've never been to the Library, huh?" He continued before she was able to interrupt testily. She was supposed to be clearing her head and this dolt just came and cluttered it up some more. Men. "It's a bar near the community college. Clever name, huh? Kids just tell their parents, 'Hey, I'm going to the Library,' and they go party." Pick up a lot of those kids at the bar, huh?

Lisa took her time, acting like she was putting some thought into the matter as he droned on and on about the stupid Library. Who gives a shit? I'm too busy working and riding a certain doctor's ass to go hang out with some drunken frat boys. She mused, smiling. …Although, that could be kind of fun. She shook her head.

"Is that a no?" questioned Tommy, giving her one of those seductive, 'I'm a sex god, be my goddess' smiles that he was sure would work on her.

"Sorry," Lisa responded, her smile back in place, "I've just got a lot on my mind, with being the Dean of Medicine and… expecting an addition to the family." She gestured towards her stomach. Where did THAT come from?

"Oh," he sputtered, suddenly wordless. He looks like a fish out of water…gaping for air. What a moron. Breathe fishy, breathe…Oh look, the fishy is settling back down.

"Well, how about some o.j. at my house then?" …what?!

She wasn't sure, but by the look that he was giving her, she must have been staring at him with her mouth wide open, a look of scrutiny on her face, for at least a minute. He was beginning to squirm uncomfortably under her gaze.

What am I supposed to say? Just kidding! I'm not knocked up! …No. Oh, the morning sickness is just sooooo bad; I'd probably end up with my head in your toilet. I don't want you to have to clean up THAT mess. …No. I have to check with my "baby daddy" and ask for permission. He's awfully protective of the four of us. HA! Wouldn't that be a sight?

"I can't, sorry," Lisa began, watching his crestfallen face. Why does this guy care? You think he'd be running for the hills with the whole "I'm pregnant" deal.

He cut in before she could finish. "Not to sound judgmental, but I don't think a pregnant woman would have a bottle of wine sitting on her coffee table." Confused, she looked at where he was pointing. Sure as shit, her curtains were pulled back, a bottle of wine staring at her from the living room. She had used it last night to comfort herself after a long day, but had forgotten to put it away before trudging off to her bedroom in a stupor.

She turned back to him. Anyone could read her embarrassment at being caught in a lie. "I'm sorry, Tommy, I…"

He cut her off yet again. "Don't bother with apologizing to me. Come have a drink with me tonight and we'll call it even."

"I don't know when I'll be back from work," she argued.

"Call me. Whenever." His words were final and with that he walked away.

Shit. Looks like I have a date tonight… If not before, then especially now, Lisa Cuddy had a reason to run.

So, I know I referred to her as "Cuddy" in chapter one, but in this chapter, I was testing out "Lisa." I'm not sure which one I like better. You get so use to her being "Cuddy" that "Lisa" sounds weird sometimes. Anyway, this chapter wasn't meant to go in this direction, it just--did. Whoops on my part. Guess we'll see about that Tommy huh? Gosh, when are we gonna get to that Huddy lovin? LOL.