A/N – Thanks to: L8nightwriter and Revengent for their help and ideas for this story!

Also, thanks to all of you that read my story (and reviewed!).

Disclaimer – I do not own House M.D. It all belongs to David Shore and Fox.

~Chapter 7~

Knowing that they didn't have much time before the whole building would collapse, the two doctors were starting to worry. The firefighters have been gone for about ten minutes now, and the doctors refused the offer of rescuing one of them – much to House's dismay. Why won't she get out of here?!? Then all of this pain would be over.

Hearing the soft whimpers, but not wanting to see the pain was the worst for Greg House. Should I try and comfort her? He questioned himself for the hundredth time.

Looking through the small hole Cuddy had made; House saw her slumped against the pile with her eyes closed. In anger of not being able to help her, he threw the rock as hard as he could across the hall.

Hearing the sound of glass shattering, he sat up straight. Of course! Why didn't I think of it sooner?

"What are they going to do?" Wilson asked as he took a deep breath to try and calm himself down.

"They said no to the rescue; let's just hope they can get out some other way. Either that or the firefighters find another way to get them out safely," Taub told them as they were all staring at the hospital with high hopes that they would see the two doctors soon.

House pulled himself up from the floor, leaned against the pile with his hands holding on at waist height and asked, "Hey Lisa, can you stand?"

"I can try…but it will be hard with my leg," She told him.

"Ok, listen. I think I know how we can get out of here," House said as he visualized her smiling from ear to ear.

"Can you see Wilson's office door?" He asked before continuing with his plan.

"Yes; why?" She asked as she forced herself to stand, ignoring her leg's protest.

"I will go to my office; you go to Wilson's…" House began.

"We will meet on the balcony, and be rescued!" Cuddy finished, "Greg, you're a genius!"

House smirked as he bent down slightly and put his right hand threw the small hole. Cuddy on the other side saw his hand, and jumped by surprise. Leaning over, she put her small hand into his. He squeezed her hand softly and she did the same back.

"See you on the other side," House reassured her and let go.

"Ok," Cuddy agreed as they both started making their way to the office doors.

They both limped into the separate offices simultaneously; House having to go through the differential room's door and Cuddy going through Wilson's broken office door.

Immediately after they entered the offices; the ground shook, sending both doctors against the adjoining wall with much force.

Screams broke through the silence of the crowd as the hospital shook, causing sections to crumble to the floor. Firefighters could be seen running out just before the entrance collapsed. The small group of doctors did not scream. In fact they did not make a noise. They all ran towards the fire trucks with tears rolling down their cheeks.

"Where are they?" "Are they alright?" "Are they hurt?" "What happed?" The doctors asked at once.

The Chief held up his hands in defeat, "Whoa, slow down; one at a time, please."

"Where are they?" Kutner asked.

"Unfortunately, they are still inside," The Chief answered sadly.

"Are they alright?" Thirteen asked.

"We think so…" The Chief started; but was interrupted by Wilson, "Are they hurt?"

"From the looks of the building they will have scrapes and bruises, and probably a couple broken bones," The Chief told them as he fiddled with his hands, uncomfortable being bombarded with all the questions.

"What happened?" Taub demanded.

"We don't know – we will only find out after the building is safe, and investigators are able to get inside." He told them, slightly annoyed.

"I have to go help save your friends, excuse me," He said kindly as he pushed past them and started looking at the hospital blueprints with two other firefighters.

House slowly opened his deep blue eyes. He was lying on his back and there was something big and very heavy resting on his legs. Great, so much for my amazing plan, he thought sarcastically.

Looking around him, he noticed items from his office, and some from Wilson's. There was rubble all around him, once again. He closed his eyes in hope that the pain would just go away. Turning his head to the left side, he saw Wilson's name plate that read "Dr. James Wilson". I'm sorry Jimmy, he thought.

Turning his now throbbing head over to the right side, what he saw caused his heart to stop momentarily. Lisa!

She was lying peacefully on her back as well, and there was a pile of rubble covering her from the chest down.

"Lisa," House called her name calmly. No response.

"Lisa!" He called once again, more desperately. Please don't leave me!

Reaching out, he grabbed her cold, delicate hand. Let's see if you have a…dang it Lisa. He thought as he closed his eyes and held onto her hand tightly. No…no pulse. A tear ran down the side of his cheek, but he quickly wiped it away. Still holding Lisa Cuddy's hand, he closed his eyes.

"Dr. House, Dr. Cuddy!" Firefighters shouted as they made their way threw the piles of rubble looking for the missing doctors. The small group of doctors had joined them, saying that they wanted to see their friends before they were shipped off to another hospital.

"Greg, Lisa," Wilson fell to the floor in tears as he looked at his two friends who lay in peace, hand in hand.

When the doctors caught up to their mourning friend, they saw House and Cuddy holding hands and broke down.

The firefighters said things to the Chief below via walkie-talkies, but the doctors were too busy mourning the loss of their friends to pay attention what was said.

~One week later~

"Hey, I just received a letter from the Chief at the fire station," Wilson told the doctors when he entered the almost-empty bar. They could tell by his blood-shot eyes that he had been crying.

"It says that the fire was started in one of our labs. Apparently, someone forgot to turn off a Bunsen burner. They left on the gas, but put out the flame. A couple hours later, someone lit another Bunsen burner, and BAM! Our lives are changed forever."

Cameron felt the tears build up behind her sad eyes, and Chase put an arm around her.

"Let's give a toast," Chase told them as he lifted up his glass of whiskey. The other doctors followed suit, "To Dr. Gregory House and Dr. Lisa Cuddy – amazing doctors,"

"And even better friends," Wilson finished as he emptied his glass of whiskey in just one gulp, visualizing his friends lying on hospital beds in critical condition.

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