Candeh – Chapter Five was too short and it took me forever to update. Sorry /

Batman'sBeauty18: Yup. ): If you didn't see it in an episode, House confessed that his father used to abuse him to a raped patient. It left me very, very confused because it was oh so sad and oh so hot at the very same time. Hmm.

Chapter 6 –

Foreman, Wilson, Cameron and Cuddy spread out across the room. Cuddy picked up a piece of unwrapped trash with remains of 'Hot Pocket' crumbs lining the interior. She winced, put it down and turn to the rest of them. "There's trash in here, and drugs, of course, but nothing in here that could potentially cause…"

"Right," Foreman said, helping her out with a simple gesture. He picked up the blanket that was thrown on the couch, inspected it within two seconds, and then threw it back down on the couch. "I don't know about you, but I'm done here."

Chase sighed, "Foreman's right. There's nothing here."

Cuddy got up, rushed over to the door, "You're giving up just because there's stuff infected in here that you can't see with your eyes?"

Cameron sighed," Trust me," she said with deep expression, "If I truly thought there was something in here that caused House to be like he is, I would stay here. But there isn't anything."

Cuddy closed her eyes, not wanting to hear that it could be something they couldn't fix, something they wouldn't ever be able to find. She shivered and moved aside, all of them exiting House's room and Cuddy closing the door with a sharp clasp.

- - - - -

"Where are you going?"

"Out."

"You can't go out."

"Yes. I can. Watch."

House put on a loose blue zip-up jacket and limped towards the door. Cuddy, surprising herself, stepped aside. "Where are you going at one in the morning? You have to stay in bed."

House raised an eyebrow.

Cuddy sighed, knowing that technically, House could leave whenever he wanted. At the moment, he seemed fine. He wasn't underneath his covers moaning, or choking or fainting. Other than that, he just seemed tired.

"So move aside," House said stepping past her. He opened the door with his cane and made his way slowly down the long hall and out of the doors of the hospital. Cuddy, hesitant to follow him, found herself outside in the dark, now rushing after House.

"Where are you going?" she said.

"I can't go home," House said. "I know that. But I am not spending the night in there tonight. That room. Ever think of re-painting? It reminds me of this one hooker's place I-"

"Fine," Cuddy said, "Sleep on a bench, I don't care."

"You don't?" House said, stopping.

"No," Cuddy said, facing him.

House kept walking and Cuddy continued. "So then why are you following me?"

"Because I want to see where you're going to sleep."

"Want to run back to the hospital and get me a pillow?"

"No."

House grumbled, "Fine."

The two of them walked down the path leading to the hospital, followed it down the parking lot and exited. Cuddy, looking a little out of place and worried and House, completely concentrated on getting rest, stopped at a bench in the park and lay down in the grass by it.

"This is it?" Cuddy said.

House opened one eye, annoying. "This is what?"

"Your bed?"

"This is most definitely it."

For a while, Cuddy stood there, and then House closed his eyes again. Taking a long, deep breath, House turned over on his side, only opening his eyes slightly to zip his jacket up further. Then, turning around to his other side within a matter of minutes, he heard someone else's breathing hovering above him.

He opened an eye, and glanced up to Cuddy who was sitting on the bench, staring, a sick smile spread across her face like she had been laughing.

"Comfortable?"

"You're still here?"

Cuddy sighed, "You should go back to your bed," she said, picking at one of her nails and then quickly resorting to biting it. "It's freezing out here. That old jacket that you had since…I don't know when, can't possibly keep you warm."

House took off the jacket, throwing it on the ground beside him and bundled it up into a pillow. Shivering, Cuddy looked at him and stepped off the bench crouching down next to him. "I think you have a fever."

House moaned, "That's fantastic."

"No, House," Cuddy said, "You should go back to the room so I can take your temperature."

"I'm. Fine," House said, sitting up and looking her in the eye. "Look." He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a container of Vicodin and threw two in his mouth. Cuddy stood up, rolling her eyes, a bit embarrassed that she had resorted to giving him back his pills. House noticed her humiliation and took another pill and gave her a wide smile.

Cuddy sighed again, and House lie down, resting his head back on his jacket/pillow. When he could sense that she was still standing there, he let out a gasp of air, and talked keeping his eyes shut.

"So you went on a date with Wilson?" he said.

"What?" Cuddy said, a bit jumpy. "Oh, yea."

"How is he?" House said.

"Oh House, it was dinner," Cuddy said, still standing, hoping that her position would make House worry that she would leave him alone here soon. It was silent for a while, and House, wondering if she was still lurking, asked.

"Are you still lurking?"

"Yes."

House sat up.

"Where are you going now?"

He grabbed his jacket and walked towards the bench, "To the bench." Lying down, House kept his eyes open this time and turned towards Cuddy, "You're going to watch me sleep?"

"Yes," Cuddy said, "So fall asleep fast so I can murder you."

Cuddy turned away for a moment, and looked out at the sky. She felt a chill go down her spine as the cool air swept around her, and she breathed in crisp. What seemed like two minutes turned into a half an hour and Cuddy soon found herself sitting next to a sleeping House.

She looked at him for a long time; his steady breathing and his rising and falling chest. Slowly, she moved to the seat of the bench and carefully placed a hand on his forehead. Quickly, she shook him.

"House," she said, "House."

House opened his eyes, stirred and then stood straight up. "Turn the sun off."

"House, it's dark out and you're burning up," she said.

Breathing fast, House staggered off the bench, and fell into the arms of Cuddy, who barely caught him in time. She heaved his frail body and looked towards the hospital. Seeing that it was a while away, she looked to her left, saw a pond in the park only a few feet from where they were, and marched towards it.

She set him down by the edge and then frantically emerged herself in the water, splashing as much as she could on his face. He lie down on the grass, closing his eyes and tried his best to count down from one hundred until all he could see was black and hear Cuddy's hopeless panting.