A/N: Hey guys, I know that some of you are really wanting huddy now, and I can't blame you. After all, there isn't huddy on the series anymore. I hate Lucas myself, but you have to be a little patient with that. After all, she thinks he is dead, doesn't she?
Enjoy!
Soon as she heard that he was dead, she let Rachel with a friend from her new hospital and went to the airport. It's not that she didn't want Rachel around, it's just she couldn't let her daughter be this hurt by knowing that her "hero" was gone and she wouldn't see him ever again. No. She wouldn't let that happen. So now she was on a plane back to New Jersey.
She expected to come back one day, maybe to see her friends and get back to her old life, or just so she could be with him again, since her anger towards him had disappeared months ago, but she didn't expect this to happen any time soon, and definitely not to go on his funeral.
It would have been funny how she couldn't stay away from House, if it was on any other circumstances.
Tears streamed down on her face. This couldn't be happening, not with her House. Not with the House that always got away with everything.
She started to blush. It was obvious that she was still in love with him. It didn't matter what he did, she would always be in love with him, and that let her angry with herself. Why couldn't she just let go?
She had started a new life in Miami, where she found Lucas and they started dating again. He had been great with her and she was able to forget about House, at list for a few minutes a day.
But now he is gone and everything she tried so hard to hide and avoid came crushing back down to her. She wasn't surprised though, with House things were always just like that.
The plane landed and she stood up, got her things and met with Wilson at the front door.
She could see by his red eyes that he had been crying. Cuddy couldn't blame him though. House was his best friend and she had been crying herself. In fact, she had tears streaming down her face right now.
She was holding herself not to, but she couldn't avoid it, and ran towards Wilson, hugging him. He started sobbing.
"It's ok James. He's in a better place now." She said, trying to convince herself of her words.
"It's ok..." She kept saying, and he calmed down.
They got to the car, settled down and Wilson decided that he was going to try to keep Cuddy calm. He couldn't tell her the truth, but he could make it the less painful as possible for her.
"So, what have you been doing?" He spoke, when they managed to get out of the parking lot.
Cuddy was in deep thoughts, so a few minutes passed before she could answer.
"I'm the dean of Miami's mental institution."
Meanwhile...
House had waked up again, but this time he wasn't tied to anything. It was relieving to be able to use his hands again. His leg pain wasn't there, but he didn't know if that was a good or a bad sign. There was a plate with the most variated types of food. He didn't touch it, though. After being kidnapped by a crazy PI you wouldn't eat the food of the place you were being kept either.
And by the way, where was he? He only remembered that...
He didn't remember anything. He remembered being tied up to the bed, Lucas and Wilson torturing him and then... There was a name... He looked around and for the first time he actually saw the room.
It was all white. The floor, the walls, the bed and even the sheets. There was a window with big metal bars covering it, but he could still see the outside.
He was shocked though, because the view was nothing like New Jersey, but that didn't last long. He saw a big billboard where it was written.
"Welcome to Miami's mental institution!"
What? He was in a loony beam again? No. This so wasn't going to happen. He needed to get back home, to New Jersey and save Wilson from Lucas. But how was he supposed to do that? He was always the one needing to be saved, not the other way around.
Just when he thought that, two male nurses came inside and House tried to escape. But the nurses where pretty fast and grabbed both of his arms, leading him to god known's where.
"STOP! Where are you taking me? LET ME GO!" He fought, but he was too weak from not eating anything in a very long time, so it had been useless.
"Relax Mr. Smith; we are just taking you to have a talk with the head psychiatrist.
"Mr. Who?" He asked, but he just got laughs in response, so he thought it was better if he played along. Maybe he could find an answer for what was happening if he did so.
The rest of the walk was silent, even though House had still tried to break free one or two times. Finally, they made it to a door, and the guards opened it, literally throwing him inside, and locking the door behind them.
House stood up again, his mind working really fast. There wasn't anyone with him, so he assumed he still had a couple minutes before someone decided to come inside.
"Come on House, think." He said to himself. The windows had strong metal bars on them, so that was out of question. There was one unlocked door in there, but it lead to a bathroom with no windows. The only way out was from where he had come from, and it was locked. Besides that, there was a TV and a laptop, but that couldn't help him. He would be catch before the computer was turned on. He was stuck in that room.
"Not for too long." He thought, as he searched for anything that could help him to open the door, but just when he found a hair pin, the door swung open, revealing a blond woman, with dark brown eyes and she should have 25 to 30 years old.
"Hello Mr. Smith" She said, smiling.
House was going to protest, but she shook her head slightly and blinked with her left eye, as if saying for him to play along.
If he wanted to get out of there, he had to play along. Besides, this woman obviously knew something, so he obeyed.
"Hi Mrs. ...?"
"Call me Lindsay." She said, closing the door.
"Now what is going on here?" He said harshly, but keeping his voice down, so only she could hear.
"If I were you, doctor House, I would be a little more kind, like Mr. Wilson. After all, she will pay if you don't." She said, taking a picture of Cuddy of her pocket and handling it to House.
"You Bitch! If you touch her, I swear that..."
"You'll what? You are stuck inside a mental hospital with the name of Larry Smith. If you say the contrary, nobody will care, since you are a little... crazy"
He realized she was right. There was nothing he could do to help her. That let him angrier than anything else.
"And besides..." She kept talking, and that took him out of his thoughts.
She took a remote from the table and turned the TV on, on what seemed to be a news channel.
He didn't understand at first, but then he saw it.
A picture of him with the capitol letters: "World's famous diagnostician's body is found severely burned."
"...Everybody thinks you're dead." She said, turning the TV off.
"No..." He whispered. "NO!" He said, and grabbed the young doctor by her neck.
"I'M NOT DEAD, I'M HERE!" He only put more strength on what he was doing, while she was struggling to get away.
"HELP!" She managed to scream, and the two male nurses that were there before, jumped on House's back, managing to free the young doctor from his gasp.
She breathed heavily, trying to recover the lost air, while the nurses tried to control House.
"Get him back to his room and calm him down. Use force and tie him up to his bed again if you need to." She said, on a much weaker voice.
"NO! YOU'LL PAY! YOU'LL ALL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID!" He was fighting the nurse so hard he almost escaped. But then another nurse came in the middle of the crazy mess that was happening and they managed to throw him on his room, but as they literally threw him on his room, he hit the bed with his bed leg, falling to the ground, and unable to stand up.
He just lay there, defenseless while the nurses kicked his thigh and punched his face. When they got no fighting back, they managed to "put" him on his bed again.
"This is getting old." He thought, as the pain drowned him into losing conscience.
"I'm going to get out of here and protect you, Cuddy. It's a promise." He said, before falling on a deep sleep.
A/N: Ok, this is getting boring and old as House himself said. I think the next chapter is the last before House makes a plan to escape with the help of a certain bloody scallywag... And also, ending the whole House funeral thing.