A/N: A little mini-chapter for your viewing pleasure. I couldn't let myself attach this to the previous chapter and I couldn't let myself add anything more at the end. So I just left it. Hopefully you'll forgive me, since I posted both this one and the previous tonight.

Mood Music: Somewhere A Clock Is Ticking - Snow Patrol

Disclaimer: I don't own any of it and boy does that piss me off.

"You're in love with him!"

My office had been quiet and warm. A virtual cocoon of denial and silence. I had come in and sat down behind my desk and tried to shake off the horror of being caught in any sort of compromising position with Gregory House.

"James, you need to take some time off." I was trying to be the calm, realistic one. Honestly, I was about ready to pee my pants.

"There isn't any other explanation. At first, I thought you were spending so much time in there because you felt guilty. You always do, anyway. But then I started to really see. You love him!" Wilson was advancing on me and I felt like I needed to stand up in order to gain any sort of ground in this, obviously inappropriate, argument.

"I have no idea what you're talking about and I don't think you do either. Now, I can understand why you might feel this way but honestly, I am on no one's side and I don't see why I can't be on both sides here." I rounded the desk and pushed some renegade hair behind my ear. I hoped my calm façade would hold up under pressure.

"You can't be on two directly conflicting sides, Cuddy! You just can't. I thought I had a chance. I thought that if I had just one friend here, other than House, I might be able to make it." He threw an envelope down on my desk, "You're just like him. You're in this for yourself."

It felt like someone had turned on the stovetop below my feet. The room got suddenly hot and small and I could feel my nails biting into the palms of my hands.

"Dr. Wilson, you can not make decisions about your career based on personal events. I will not let you resign!" I wanted to stomp my foot. He was being immature about this. Or was it me that was being immature?

"It's too late now. This hospital became my personal life a long time ago. I can't separate them anymore." He turned to leave and I rounded on him, in full form.

"Why does it matter how I feel about House? What does that have to do with your job?" I put my hand on his shoulder to try to slow him down, I didn't want to take this into the clinic.

He turned with amazing speed and I almost fell down, "I hate him, Cuddy. I hate him for what he did to me. I know I shouldn't, but I do. And I hate you for loving him. I can't work around either of you. I can't."

"I don't love him, Wilson. I don't know what you're talking about."

"You do, Cuddy. Think about it. Just – think about it."

He left. All that was left was a manilla envelope and the heat that I could still feel in my chest.

Me? Love House? That was laughable – right?