A/N: Hey guys! So I've decided to continue this. First of all: Thanks to the people who reviewed this or put this on alert. I really appreciate it! For those of you who were waiting for House's confession, I'm afraid you will have to wait just a little longer. Yeah, sorry for that, but I felt like I had to show you guys Cuddy's side of the story first... I will try to update soon, but RL has been kind of a bitch lately so I can't promise anything!

That's it for now! Read and enjoy. Oh, and I do like reviews btw ;)!

Cuddy found herself sitting in her couch staring at the wall of her living room. She didn't know how long she had been sitting there, and frankly, she didn't even care. She was way too busy trying to get her thoughts in order. After taking another sip of her -now cold- tea she started thinking over tomorrow's events again. It worried her that she had been doing this quite a lot lately. Especially since she wasn't feeling what she had always thought she would feel. Why didn't she feel excited or happy? Why didn't she look forward to the wedding? After all, it was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. At least, that was what she had always been told.

Deep inside, she knew the answers. She had always known them. She was just too stubborn to admit it. There was only one thing that kept her from feeling like she was supposed to feel. Wait, scratch that. There was only one person that kept her from feeling like she was supposed to feel. House, Dr. Gregory House to be precise…

She had always had a thing for him, from the first moment her eyes had locked with his baby blues. She had fallen from him that moment in the bookstore when he had said in his usual, kind of arrogant tone: 'you're overly ambitious, you have a chip on your shoulder and you know how to party.' Followed by his oh so famous smirk of course. Damn, how she loved that smirk. She had tracked him down afterwards and they had taken the same endocrinology class. But it wasn't until that particular party that she had found the nerve to actually talk to him. It had been the beginning of one of the most beautiful nights of her life. They had shared one passionate night, and it seemed like it had connected them forever. At least, that's how she felt about it.

As much as a dream the night had been, the morning after was a true nightmare. He had left her without a word and it had hurt her more than she could ever tell. So when she met him again all those years afterwards, her first instinct had been to yell at him and send him away. How could he have the nerve to ask her to employ him after he had broken her heart? But she knew that was history and that she couldn't let it affect her professional judgment. So she had decided to act like nothing had ever happened between them and as much as she wanted to not offer him the job, she just couldn't. That strange and unexplainable connection that she had felt back in Michigan was there again and she couldn't just ignore it. That's why she had hired him and even though he was an egoistic pain in the ass, she didn't regret it.

There were other things that she did regret though. She would always feel guilty about his leg. He had said her that he didn't blame her but she just kept feeling like it was part her fault. She felt like she was partly responsible for the fact that he was so miserable. She had seen him built the walls around him after Stacy had left him, how he shut everyone out, had trouble to trust anyone and became more miserable every day. Until that horrible day that his world had fallen apart in her office. When realization had hit him that it had all been a hallucination. She could still remember the look of utter desperation in his eyes. Never would she forgive herself that she had missed this, that she had not seen this breakdown coming.

His breakdown had almost led to a mini breakdown for her too. The mixture of guilt and the fact that she missed him while he wasn't at the hospital weren't exactly a good combination. And that's when Lucas came into the picture. He had been sweet and caring from the beginning and it was a welcome distraction for her when she had agreed to go out with him. But the best thing about him was how he was with Rachel. Because she was after all a mother now and she needed a guy she could count on every single day. House would never be that. At least, that's what she kept telling herself.

Sure she had feelings for House. The man was brilliant and sexy, not to mention his gorgeous eyes. How she always felt like she was drowning in those eyes when he was looking at her. But she also knew that he probably wasn't capable of a serious relationship. That it was almost certain that they would both end up with a broken heart and that it would ruin their friendship. He had said horrible things to her in the past and he had hurt her more than she could ever tell. He would surely end up doing that again. So why did she keep contemplating all of this? Why did she have the feeling that she was settling for second best?

Cuddy was shocked out of her reverie when she heard a noise outside. She turned her head to look outside her window and was met with the familiar gaze of House's ocean blue eyes.

When House arrived at her home, he got of his bike and limped up to her front door. He saw her sitting in her living room, cup of tea in her hand, staring at the wall. She seemed to be in deep thought. He lifted his cane and hesitated for a second. The drive over had sobered him up a bit and the boldness that came with the alcohol had flooded away. Then he laid eyes on her again. He knew that if he ever wanted to be with her he had to make his move now or else it would be too late. So after taking one last, deep breath, he knocked on her door.

The sound of wood-on-wood seemed to have shaken her out of her thoughts and she snapped her head in his direction. Their eyes met and it seemed like the time stood still when her grey orbs locked with his blues. They kept staring at each other for what felt like hours before she got up to open her door. He could see a look of total confusion spread across her face when the door swung open and she said:

'House…?'

So yeah...TBC. Again: reviews are appreciated!