Well, Thank you very much for all the reviews! Much appreciated. So, here is chapter 2 :)

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She awoke to the cracking of thunder outside her window. Jolted and alert, she looked up toward the bed where he had fallen asleep a few hours before. She sighed in relief to see that he was still there.

She had assumed he would be long gone by now. She knew he didn't want to discuss what had happened but she didn't know the severity of the situation. Seeing him completely unconscious and sleeping so heavily, she realized that this was probably the safest he's felt in a long while.

She frowned at the thought as she got up and went to the bathroom connected to her room. She did her business and as she stood washing her hands, she contemplated to herself in the mirror. She had so many questions to ask him but there was nothing she could do about how unresponsive he was being. He just sat and stared. Now he was asleep. Deep sleep. Like he hadn't slept for days.

Her curiosity got the best of her, she went to wake him up.

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"House!" A very loud, very in his office, Lisa Cuddy stood with her hands on her hips. She was staring at him when he jumped slightly as he awoke abruptly from his slumber.

"Geez, what's with the shrill voice?"

"You have a patient, and you are napping. I'm allowed to shriek when one of my doctors is not doing his damned job."

"Well, I hardly ever am doing my damned job. This time is no different, so you can say your piece and get out." His mood altered, suddenly he wasn't so cheery anymore. Maybe it was because his leg was so precariously placed and it was now throbbing. Along with his head after Cuddy decided to sing the song of her people.

"My piece is that the patient's mother would like to speak with you."

He was annoyed, "Why?"

"Because her daughter is being treated by you and your team. Because she loves her daughter. Because she doesn't trust a man who is sleeping while her daughter is dying. You can choose any one of these but the fact remains that she would like to have a word with you."

Really annoyed, "My team is taking care of everything. They have it all under control. I don't see the point of talking to her." He really didn't want to get into it with a desperate mother. He really didn't want to talk to anyone.

"Your team isn't her assigned physician. Go in there and speak to her, otherwise—"

"Otherwise, what? You'll fire me? Don't make threats you can't keep Cuddles." He rolled his eyes, and turned on his computer screen.

"I'm serious, House! If you don't go and talk to her I will send her to your office. You're going to explain what's going on with her daughter. She wants to hear it from the head of the case, not the team. It's that simple. She's very important to this hospital right now."

"Oh, I see, so she has money and you don't know how to say 'no'. Is that it? Or is it the fact that her daddy is a powerful man and she intimidated you with his money? Either way, there has to be money involved or you wouldn't be this obsessed." His mood dampened with every passing second.

"Get in there, now." She said simply. With a last glare, she left, slamming (attempting to slam) his door as she left.

He stood up heavily, downing a Vicoden as he did, and grabbed his cane. He was so tired of complaining patients and their mothers. He really didn't want to deal with this demanding woman. Especially if he was right and she was just as spoiled and money dependent as he pictured.

Money can't buy you everything though, he thought, it can't cure your damned child.

He unwillingly limped to the room that he knew one of his ducklings would be, to talk to a woman who he didn't want to see.

House took a deep breath before he entered the room. He was ready, alright. He was ready to battle this woman. He wouldn't be sincere, he didn't care about her or her child. He just wanted to get Cuddy off his heels and maybe leave for the day after obliging to her latest request.

As he opened the door, hoping to spew out something insulting, he saw Wilson, Foreman and Cameron. They were all holding files and discussing the situation, only to look up when he walked in the room. House rolled his eyes with as much animation as his face would allow. "You are pa-thet-ic." He said to Wilson.

Wilson smiled half-heartedly. He didn't think House would even set foot in this room. "I'm simply here as a consult."

House closed the door, walking closer to his team and best friend. "Simply pathetic."

"What are you doing here anyway?" Cameron piped from behind the girl's file she'd been holding.

"I'm here to speak with the mother of sick child." He spoke in a monotonous robot-esque voice.

Wilson chimed in, smirking, "So Cuddy sent you?"

House gave a small, almost unnoticeable nod. "Where is she?"

"She went to get coffee." Foreman said, filling the little girl's IV.

House grunted and turned to leave the room. He had better things to do than wait for her to come back from getting coffee.

"I'll be in my office." He mumbled, walking away from the room.

She probably wasn't that serious about meeting him anyway. He didn't have to sit there and wait with her child while she got coffee so leisurely. God! This woman made him angry. A money hungry, selfish woman was no woman he wanted to be a part of.

He forced the thought out of his mind, realizing how immature he was being. He was done. He was going back up to his comfortable chair and he was going to get some semi-comfortable sleep.

Just as he sat down in the best position, a knock came to his door. He sighed, heavily annoyed by the day's events. When Cameron let herself in, he wasn't surprised. Annoyed again, but not surprised.

"What?" He asked shortly.

"All the tests have come back and were at a loss. She just had a seizure. None of the tests were abnormal, though."

This piqued his interest a bit. Maybe he could just lose himself in the case.

He got up and grabbed his cane and followed Cameron to the linked office where the rest of his minions had planted themselves.

"So, everything's normal except for the seizure. What brought her into the hospital in the first place?" House asked, using his professional tone as he reached for a dry-erase marker.

"You didn't read the file?" Thirteen asked incredulously.

"Of course I didn't. Why would I?" House thought it was the most obvious thing in the world. He wrote 'seizure' on the board, "Now, what brought her into the hospital in the first place?"

Foreman pitched in, "She was dizzy and lightheaded at school, got home a bit later and passed out. When her mom went to wake her, her nose was bleeding. She woke up delirious and then passed out again. After going to several different doctors about the issue this past week, none of them found anything wrong with her. So she brought her here."

House nodded, writing down snip bits of what Foreman was listing to him.

Just as House was about to ask another question, the door flew open with Cuddy on the other side. A female was with her and House had to swallow hard once he recognized the face.

While everyone was quite distracted, the beautiful woman beside Cuddy took long strides to place herself in front of House, she was within arm's length of him. He swallowed again, trying to will himself to say something.

Just as he opened his mouth, her fist connected with it. Hard.

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He weakly opened his eyes to see her standing over him. Confused for a moment, he got his bearings.

"I'm sorry to wake you. Okay, maybe not sorry but…can you please tell me what happened?" She asked, desperate and confused, she just wanted to take the hurt away from him.

He winced slightly as he pulled himself up into a sitting position. He rubbed his eyes and blurrily looked at her again. "I don't really want to talk about it." He mumbled. Almost to himself, but she heard. He could probably lip everything and she would still gather it. She had to know what was going on.

"Look, you came in through my window at 1 o'clock in the morning and you have no explanation as to why you are here. I can't really accept that." She shook her head, waiting to see his response. She wasn't trying to be pushy, she just needed some answers.

"I told you, I fell. I fell and it was cold and raining and your house was closer than mine and that is it."

Almost giving up, she sighed and turned to walk away from him. Maybe she'd just call his mom or something. She felt his hand grab her arm, pulling her back to him.

He sighed deeply. She knew he didn't want to talk about it, but then again, she really needed for him to come out and say what happened. "I told… Look, I told my dad that I was going to medical school." He shook his head, not wanting to discuss this. "We got into it. He was pretty serious about me joining the military and I can't bring myself to do it. Okay? That better?" his words were now icy, revealing a huge secret about himself made him just want to curl up into a ball, or jump out the window he climbed through.

"So he hit you?" She was in awe.

He nodded, weakly. "More like we hit each other. It was a fairly good fight. He locked me out."

She understood now. She understood a lot of things. All the times he'd been absent from school, the scar she once saw in the heat of the moment, the random bruises that he simply laughed off and didn't feel like explaining.

It hit her like a train.

"He hits you." She stated. She knew there was no question about it now.

"Don't." He said, threateningly, "Don't you dare say anything to anyone. This is not your fight or drama to deal with. Got it?"

She did. She understood.