* Apparently you guys like this story. Some of you yelled at me for the cliffhanger but there so much fun! I am going to stick with Cuddy for a bit so there! Now many of you ask why Cuddy would feel safe when her life is in danger…well this chapter will tell you. This chapter is the longest I have ever written. So on we go….

Chapter 4

Cuddy's P.O.V.

"YOU KILLED MY WIFE! MY WIFE WAS PREGNATE AND YOU SAVE THE KID INSTEAD OF MY WIFE!" he accused coming toward me with the gun aimed at my chest.

My eyes widened. My heart skipped a beat. Then suddenly I felt safe. Extremely safe.

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It did not make sense. House rarely did anything that could even be associated with the word nice. This was BIG. Over the last 4 or 5 years, House had not been acting like himself. He treated me different. He was much quieter, seemed to get less sleep than normal, and had not seemed to take any Vicadon; at least in my presence anyway. However, this, this was something that he would NEVER do…

House had stepped in front of me in sort of a defensive position. His arms fanned out behind him, while his palms pressed to the outer wall of my office, making a protective cage around me. It was as if House was trying to protect me.

I heard him growl softly and his whole body go rigid.

"Drop the gun, Vincent!" He said in a tone of authority.

Vincent jumped as realization flickered in his eyes he looked toward House with interest.

"General House!" he gasped as I looked at House. General House?

"Private O'Ryan!" I hear Wilson gasp.

Vincent jumped and turned to meet Wilson's gaze.

"Lieutenant General Wilson!" He gasped looking at Wilson. Lieutenant General Wilson?

"Drop the Gun or you'll regret it, now!" I heard House command with again a tone of authority.

Wilson looked at House questioningly. House nodded toward Wilson who immediately some how seemed to get bigger.

Vincent stared at me through House.

"She killed her, she killed my Jenny," he whimpered apparently afraid now.

"What if I told you that I killed Jenny, what if I told you that I saved her child and let her die? Than what would you do?" He asked him easily.

"You're lying, you're just protecting her! She is Lisa Cuddy! She treated my Jen," he said softly.

House shook his head. What was he doing? I treated Jenny; I saved her child! House was risking his life….for me!

"I treated Jenny O'Ryan and her daughter Stephanie….not Lisa!" he growled.

House had not called me Lisa since Med school. It sent shivers of pleasure up my spine to here him call me that again.

Again, realization dawned on the private. It flashed in his eyes as he frowned.

"That's her isn't it, that's THE LISA?" he questioned. I was confused. THE LISA?

Wilson and House both hesitated than nodded slowly.

Vincent looked intrigued.

"You're very loyal; I'll give you that, General," he said softly as he gestured toward me "She left you and yet here you are risking your life for her. Your love struck!"

House growled. How did he know that I left House? House looked a little shaken of what he said. He glared at Wilson.

"You should really learn to keep your mouth shut, James!" he growled softly through clenched teeth.

"Sorry." Wilson murmured.

"Well, I don't care if you're in love with her or not; she killed my Jen, so now I'm gonna kill her." Vincent told.

"Over my dead body you ever so much as touch her." House growled. Why was he protecting me? Why was he risking his life for me? Could Vincent be right? Could House be… in love with…me?

"House…" I whimpered. I could not let anything happen to him. I LOVED HIM!

"Lisa….I-" he started but cut himself off abruptly.

House spun on his heels and was now facing me his arms in front of him while his palms pressed to the walls of my office.

Looking at me his mouth opened and than shut a couple of times trying to figure out what to say. I saw something in his eyes that I had seen before. Agony. Lust. Was it love, maybe?

Finally, House just closed his eyes and exhaled loudly. He than opened his eyes to meet mine. He seemed to look through me. I could tell he was in pain.

"I…I…I love you…" he whispered softly "I am…I am in love with you, Lisa Cuddy…always have been…always will be! And no matter what happens just know that; that no matter what…I love you, Lisa…always will…" and with that, he pressed his lips to mine for a couple too short seconds.

He started to pull away but I kissed him back as hard as I could. I did not care that we were standing in front of everyone. I only cared about what House had just said. I wound my arms around his neck and knotted them in his hair. I felt his own arms wind around my waist and pressed me close to him. Electricity charged through my body. I mean... I have been kissed before. So, if you asked me I liked it well enough…but this…nothing could compare to the thunder in my veins. How I went weak at the knees, by the way he kissed me.

The kiss was more than amazing; I wished that it could go on forever. Nevertheless, all too soon we had to pull away.

When we were able to do more than breathe, I made sure he knew how I felt.

"I love you…I am in love with you…Gregory House…always have been…always will be! If anything happens to you… I'll…" I trailed off and could not even try to continue when his lips pressed against mine again.

This kiss was much shorter but it was filled to the brim with love. Enough to make me never want to leave his side. Enough to do anything, anything to stay next to him. Enough to make me see stars and feel light headed.

He pulled away from me reluctantly and than turned to face our impending doom.

"Awww… wasn't that sweet?" Vincent mocked "too bad you're only gonna be alive for a couple more seconds."

I watched in a daze as too quickly he aimed the gun at my exposed leg and shot.

I felt pain shoot up my leg and yelped as I hit the ground.

House growled and pulled his cane up letting it leave his hand for a second as it twirled in the air. He caught the strait end and used the curved part to wrap around Vincent's leg and pull him down. As he fell, the gun flew up into the air and House easily caught it. Vincent's head met the cold tile first. It knocked him unconscious. As Vincent was knocked out House brought the gun down and aimed it at Vincent head.

"House…don't….it's not worth it…if you shoot you'll only succeed in getting yourself sent to prison." I whimpered as I felt pain shoot up from my leg once more.

House sighed and tossed the gun to Wilson who was at this point only a couple of feet away. He caught the gun with ease.

The police who had arrived sometime during all of this took Vincent away in hand cuffs. At this point, I do not think House noticed any of this; he immediately turned all his attention onto me.

He picked me up with one arm easily. His arm went behind my knees and pressed me to his chest sideways.

Looking at me with nothing but pure concern, he asked me if I was okay. I sighed and nodded softly as I pressed my forehead to the side of his neck and snuggled into the warm embrace. Being this close to House made me forget all about the pain in my leg. I was vaguely aware of Wilson's voice as I fell into a deep peaceful sleep.

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