Thank you so much for your help and reviews, guys! :-)

I settled for a bit drama combined with humor... I guess that's the best decision :-)

First I was a little bit unsure if I even should post this chapter because I wasn't sure if I stayed in character... But anyway: I tried my best. I hope you'll like it.

Thanks again to my beta reader Jane (LEfan77) :)

Enjoy!

5. Chapter

Cuddy couldn't concentrate on work. All she could think about was House and this was annoying her like hell.

Was she fourteen or what? She wasn't supposed to feel like that! She wasn't supposed to think about him every single second! She wasn't even supposed to be in love with him!

But this knowledge didn't change a thing on what she was feeling. She was head over heels with this loveable asshole. She always had been and probably always will be.

And this is exactly the reason why they had to stop sleeping with each other. She couldn't just have sex with him when she was having these feelings… She wanted more.

But she knew that House wasn't the kind of man that likes to be tied down. He wanted no responsibilities and no commitments. So "more than sex" was out of question. He wouldn't want a relationship… Or would he want one?

Cuddy groaned in annoyance… Why did this have to be so damn complicated?

She had already rang the bell for a few times but he still had not opened up the door.

His bike as well as his car was standing on the parking lot in front of the house which told her that he had to be at home.

Cuddy already wanted to start a ringing marathon when she noticed that the door was ajar.

She slid it open and slowly entered his apartment.

The TV was on mute and on the couch-table stood a bottle of bourbon that was already half empty.

But there was no sign of him.

"House!" , she shouted.

No answer.

She put the two pizza-boxes on the couch and approached the door to his bedroom.

Slowly she opened it up and caught sight of him sitting in bed. He had a book on his lap, his right hand was rubbing his right thigh.

"House?" Her voice was unusual soft.

"Go away." He said without looking at her.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing… I just wanna be alone."

"I've brought pizza."

"Just leave."

"No! You had wanted to talk and now here I am…"

"I don't want to right now, okay?" His voice sounded harsher than he had it intended to be.

"What the hell happened, House?"

Something had to be up. He was acting weirdly… He had clearly wanted her to come, he had wanted to talk… But why the hell was he acting like this right now? Did he change his mind? Was his leg bothering him? She wanted to know what was going on!

"NOTHING! I am just not in the mood for this talk right now! I want to have my peace, is this so hard to understand?"

Cuddy took a few steps nearer to the bed. "I am not going to leave until you tell me what happened."

"God, Cuddy you are annoying…"

"You are quite annoying yourself… First you want me to come and to even bring some food and now that I am here you want to kick me out of your apartment? You don't expect me to understand that, do you?"

Short time of silence…

"My father died." He suddenly whispered.

"I know that." Cuddy was a bit confused. "He died about…"

He interrupted her and corrected: "My biological father."

"John wasn't your real father?" She didn't know about that. They had never really talked about their families.

He shook his head no. "When I was about twelve I realized that my birthmark and the birthmark of this "family friend" who often came over for dinner were not only looking alike, we also had it on the very same spot… When John died I did a paternity test… It was negative."

Without hesitation Cuddy sat down on the other side of the bed. Her facial expression showed that she was worried. "Did your father know about it?"

"I guess he found out about it about the same time when I did… Since then his punishments got even worse."

He didn't know why he was telling her this… It actually was none of her business. It was nobody's business but his. But he trusted her. He trusted her more than anyone else on this fucking planet.

Cuddy didn't know what to say… She was overwhelmed that he spoke so openly to her and at the same time she was completely horrified. How could someone possibly treat a child that way like John did? How could he have done that to House! What kind of heartless bastard had he been?

To avoid any emotional outbursts by Cuddy who already seemed to be pretty upset he handed her the book he had been reading. "My biological father wrote it."

Cuddy took it, opened it up and studied it for a while. Suddenly she looked up at him in surprise "He was a priest?"

House nodded. "My life is a bit like a bad Hollywood movie, isn't it?"

Cuddy ignored his comment. "Have you ever talked to him?"

He shook his head no. "I have just read his crappy book."

"How did you even know that he died when you had no contact with him?"

"My mum called… She wants me to come to the funeral."

"And? Are you going?"

"He never gave a shit about me, I never gave a shit about him. There is no reason to go."

"It's your last chance, House… You should go and say goodbye."

"I am afraid I can't. My boss is very strict and I've still tons of clinic duty to do."

"I am sure she'll give you off a few days… Clinic duty can wait until you are back."

"How kind of her. But I am still not going."

"Yes, you are."

"I haven't told you about this to give you another resaon to annoy me. I don't want anything to do with him!"

"Then why are you reading his book? And why is his death affecting you?" Cuddy was leaning against the headboard.

"Can we finally eat the pizza? I am starving." He wanted to stop talking about this man who he shared the same genes with. He was not worth all the talk.

"If you want me to I will come with you to the funeral." Cuddy herself was more than surprised that she spoke this proposition out loud.

"Why?"

"I just thought that you could use someone who keeps you from doing something stupid."

"I won't go so I can't do anything stupid. At least not there."

"House, I just think that it would be a good idea to…"

He interrupted her once again. "I am starving here. Let's go and eat." House stood up from bed and tossed the book unmindfully on the floor

"House! We haven't finished talking yet."

"I have. The whole thing is my problem, so I decide when we stop talking about it." He approached the other side of his bed Cuddy was now sitting on. "Come on Cuddles… The pizza is going to get cold."

She sighed and stood up as well. She obviously had no other choice. House didn't want to talk anymore, there was no way she would force him to. He had opened up to her more than she ever imagined he would. She shouldn't take a chance now.

They didn't talk about their "relationship" like they had actually wanted to but even though they had made a big step ahead. He had opened up to her. They almost talked like two adult people. That was definitely an improvement.

TBC…

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