Thirteen sat back down with another cup of coffee. As soon as she sat down, Cameron eyes refocused on Thirteen. She was intent on hearing the rest of the story.

Thirteen allowed herself little time to finish the rest of her coffee. She was seated at the break room table, staring out the window at the snow falling, flake by flake. Her guilt was becoming crippling, and she hadn't even seen Lisa at all today. In her subconscious, she knew that she was avoiding Lisa. Foreman and Kutner walked into the break room, discussing the latest developments in his "internet diagnosis" site. Kutner took a seat next to Thirteen and suddenly felt very awkward. She didn't even acknowledge the fact that to two had just entered the room. Kutner and Foreman exchanged confused glances,

"Late night?" Foreman asked. He motioned to her somewhat disheveled hair that was thrown up in a loose bun, and the appearance that she had slept in the clothes she was wearing. Thirteen did not respond, her eyes remained focused on every single snowflake that fell.

Kutner nudged her a bit to try to snap her out of her daze. She started slightly and then greeted the two. Foreman shrugged,

"Did you have a late night last night?" Foreman asked again.

Thirteen nodded slightly,

"Kind of."

Kutner smiled at her,

"Hey, I heard you were chillin' at the Tryst last night." he smirked.

Thirteen's eyes turned to tea saucers. House walked into the break room and poured himself a cup of coffee. He tuned his ears to the conversation.

"Ten bucks to the kiddies who take my place at clinic duty today." Foreman and Kutner shook their heads, Kutner continued,

"Kumar said he saw you and Jetta getting tight on the dance floor last night." Thirteen shook her head,

"We were not getting tight on the dance floor. I was home sick-"

House immediately became intent on hearing more of this conversation. A small flame grew in House's gut. He sensed that something was rotten in the state of Dr. Hadley.

"He said you were there with Mariah and Jetta and Mia, you sure you weren't there?"

Thirteen sighed. She figured that no one really knew about her and Cuddy's relationship.

"I went out and had a few drinks with them, it was nothing." she sighed.

"Kumar said you left with Jetta." Thirteen shot Kutner an angry look. Suddenly, Thirteen became very defensive.

"What I did or didn't do last night is no one's business except mine." Thirteen stood up and left the break room, leaving a confused Kutner and Foreman in her wake. House stared at her as she left, putting the pieces together.

Thirteen stepped off the elevator on the first floor and brushed into the clinic. She peered into the window of Cuddy's office. Lisa was sitting at her desk sipping her tea and flipping through a file. Thirteen's heart sank; she looked so sweet, so innocent. Thirteen immediately considered telling Lisa the truth. But she soon realized, not a good idea.

Thirteen walked into Lisa's office, and immediately, Lisa beamed. She stood up and made her way to Thirteen. Thirteen shut the doors behind her, flipped the blinds, and then swept Lisa up in her arms and planted a passionate kiss upon her lips. Her hands wandered around Lisa's back, wanting her, pulling Lisa deeper into her embrace. Thirteen released Lisa, and rested her forehead on Lisa's. Lisa smile was brighter than ever,

"It's good to see you're feeling better."

Thirteen smiled back at her,

"I'm sorry about that, Lis. Can we go out tonight? I'll take you to Donatello's, we'll have drinks and dance."

Lisa placed a small kiss on Thirteen's lips,

"Meet me here after you get off?"

Thirteen nodded, her smile fell slightly. Lisa turned her head to the side,

"Are you okay?"

Thirteen nodded again,

"Yeah. I'll meet you tonight, okay?"

Lisa smiled and kissed her, Thirteen released her from her protective embrace. Lisa went back to her desk and resumed her work. Thirteen stepped out of Lisa's office and pulled the doors closed behind her and tilted her head against the door. She took a cleansing breath and then turned around; proceeding into the clinic. Her eyes were fixed toward the floor, her hands behind her back. Her thoughts were interrupted by House, sitting in on of the clinic chairs, his cane hanging from the armrest of the chair, face hidden behind People magazine. As Thirteen brushed by, House revealed his critical eyes.

"In my expert opinion, alcohol is the absolute best cure for a fever and nausea."

Thirteen halted in her tracks,

"How'd you-"

House threw the magazine on the seat next to him and rose to his feet.

"Cuddy called me in concern last night, asking if nausea and a fever is a side symptom of Huntington's. And if you're curious, than yes, I am fully aware of your relationship with Lisa Cuddy."

Thirteen stood aback in shock.

"She told you? Why w-"

"I managed to piece it together after five months. Most people believed that you were a mere escort to a benefit. Now Cuddy escorts you to her own little 'benefits.'"

House pulled Thirteen out into the lobby of the Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital. He pulled her to the elevator. She began getting nervous, and sensed a confrontation.

"This is my business and Lisa's. Not yours, House."

"You gonna tell her that you were in a lip lock with another woman who didn't even vaguely resemble Cuddy?"

Thirteen stared into House's blue eyes with anger.

"Like I said, none of your damn business."

"In the past few months, Lisa Cuddy has gone through a loss. She lost the one thing that she wanted more than wasted sex with one of her employees; she wanted one of those damn parasites who could grow up and call her 'Momma.' When she lost that, she was devastated; god knows why,"

Guilt began weighing heavy on Thirteen's heart.

"…then you came along, giving her something else to think about besides how she failed at the one thing she should be genetically wired to do. You were spouting off this crap about love and trust, and then you go behind her back and betray that trust."

Thirteen sighed,

"Where the hell is this coming from? You are the coldest bastard in this damn hospital, and now all of the sudden you stick up for a woman who you insult everyday?"

House couldn't believe what was coming from Thirteen's mouth,

"Ah, the good old reversing the criticism so you don't have to hear it. I used to believe that you would take care of her." Thirteen became surprised at the concern in House's voice.

"…my mistake." The elevator doors opened and House stepped in. House sighed and a look of genuine concern was across his rugged features. Thirteen's eyes met House's. House gave a final word,

"If anyone deserves to be happy, it is Lisa Cuddy. You're taking her for granted, Thirteen." With that, the elevator doors closed.

"I never thought I'd say this, but I think he was right." Cameron said. The conversation was interrupted by Cameron's pager going off. Cameron glanced at her pager and stood up.

"I've got to go, we've been here for two hours, I think you better head back upstairs."

Thirteen stood up as well.

"Thanks for listening." Thirteen smiled.

Cameron nodded in reassurance and headed to the emergency room. Thirteen sat back down. She began thinking, again. Thinking; the very thing that was causing her heart to stop. Suddenly it dawned on her; she knew exactly what she had to do, what she wanted to do. She got up and made her way upstairs.