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JessicaLynH: „Can you remind me of something...he's still on Vicodin and this is pre-Rachel right? When exactly would this have taken place in the series? It helps when trying to understand the House-Cuddy mindset?"

Answer: This is pre-Rachel and House is still on Vicodin.

I often forget about House' Vicodin addiction. Thanks for reminding me.

I am always so concentrated on writing good Huddy storylines that I forget about everything else. I guess I'll address the vicodin addiction more in the next few chapters.

In my mind this fanfic plays in the middle of the third season.

12. Chapter

They didn't reckon that Blythe would already be standing in the hallway when they entered the house. She was obviously already waiting for them.

Her facial expression told them that she wasn't in a good mood. "It would have been nice if you at least had told me that you guys were leaving."

"We didn't want to disturb your ritual of mourning", answered House, stepped past his mom and disappeared into his room. He had no intention to argue with her. He just wanted to have his peace.

"I am sorry. We should have told you that we were leaving."

"It is okay, Lisa… ", Blythe sighed. "I guess I am just overreacting… I know that this is all very confusing for Gregory. He always hated to deal with emotional situations."

Lisa agreed with a nod and gave Blythe a gentle smile. "I think he needs some time to process... I'll go to him now and check on him."

"Okay." Blythe made a step to the side in order to let Lisa pass her so she could go into House's room.

She was more than glad that Lisa had come along with Greg. She was good for him. She calmed him down. She made him better. She was his constant. A constant Blythe hoped he would never ever lose again.

"Can you please switch off this stupid thing? I get dizzy when I watch you typing on it." House looked up from the medical magazine he had been reading for the last 15 minutes.

"Then don't watch me. I have got 23 e-mails that need to be answered and since you don't want to talk about your mom I decided to do something constructive." Cuddy didn't even stopped typing while talking to him.

"There is nothing to talk about. "

"I think there is a lot to talk about. You can't be pissed at her forever."

"So you wouldn't be pissed if your mom never did do anything to keep your father from abusing you and if she kept the secret about your real father to herself?"

"I would be pissed as hell… But I would also listen to her side of the story. And if you want to do that, you have to go and talk to her."

"You know that I am not the chatty type."

"Ohhh… you can be very chatty if you want to be."

"But I don't want to be right now… So can we please stop talking and watch TV?"

"Sorry but I still have to answer my e-mails." Cuddy said while waving at him with her Blackberry.

"We also could have sex if you prefer that at the moment. I would have no problem with that. I am flexible."

"I'm sure you are… But I doubt that my orgasm will be strong enough to blow me and additionally all my emails away."

House started grinning like a little boy who just got his first go-kart. Cuddy was such a little, teasing minx.

"The orgasms I give you usually blow away all your principals… So I am quite sure it will blow away your e-mails as well… At least form your mind."

"I still think it is a better idea if you keep reading and I keep answering."

"Have I already told you that you are a real party pooper?"

"More than just once." Cuddy smiled and started typing again.

More than one hour later Cuddy was still typing eagerly on her BlackBerry while House had started to watch some stupid soap on TV.

"Have you read the study that says that people who use their cell phones regularly are more likely to get cancer?" House suddenly asked.

"And have you read the study that says that drugs and alcohol do a irredeemable damage to your liver?" She retorted.

"Getting a new liver is easier than getting the cancer cells out of your system."

"I doubt that a drug addict will get a liver transplant."

"Thank God I've pretty good contacts to this sexy lady who happens to be to boss of the hospital I work in. I am quite sure she'll be able to get me a transplant if I need one."

"But this sexy lady has no influence at all on the transplantation committee and I guess I don't have to tell you how strict their prescriptions are."

"Then we can just hope that faith will go smooth on us."

"You could also just reduce your vicodin dose or at least the amount of alcohol you drink."

"Yeah, sure… and you will stop using your cell phone." Was House's sarcastic response just before Blythe's voice erupted in their ears and told them that dinner was ready.

Cuddy let go of her BlackBerry and got up. "Come on. Let's go and eat. I'm already starving."

Cuddy switched on the light and dropped down on the couch. It was already a few minutes passed midnight and she still hasn't gotten even the tiniest bit of sleep.

In order not to wake up House she had decided to move to the living room. He needed his sleep more than she needed hers right now. He had a lot to deal with. He needed to rest.

Cuddy propped up her feet on the coffee table and opened the magazine she had stolen from House.

Before she could start reading, she heard someone approaching. She looked up when the door to the living room opened and caught sight of Blythe.

"Can't fall asleep either?", she asked.

Cuddy nodded. "I guess I had too many cups of coffee today."

Blythe sat down next to Cuddy. After a few moments of silence she then asked: "Is Gregory okay? He hardly had said anything during dinner."

"He is fine. At least as fine as one can be in such a situation."

"… I am really thankful that you accompanied him. You are the only one he seems to trust."

"We have known each other for quite a long time." Cuddy tried to explain her connection to House.

"I am his mother… He has known me his whole life long but he still does not trust me as much as he trusts you. You two have something special. Your connection did not build up over years, it was there from the start on. It just got stronger within the years."

Cuddy was quite surprised about the fact that Blythe was well aware of the connection they shared. She seemed to notice how special and rare this kind of relationship was.

"We are very good friends." Cuddy said.

"You two can fool yourself but not me… They way you behave and they way you look at each other tells me that you want to be much more than just friends."

Now Cuddy was even more surprised. Why the hell did she know that?

"We are just here for two days. Do you really think you can already judge our relationship?"

"I am neither blind nor deaf, honey. Besides I do know my son quite well and I also know that the super-sexy girl with the black hair he constantly had been talking about when he was at med school was no one else than you."

Cuddy didn't know what to say. She was completely overwhelmed.

Was it really that obvious that they felt more for each other than just friendship?

She doubted that House ever had told his mom much about their relationship. Like House said himself: He wasn't the chatty type.

"I… " Cuddy got up from the couch again. "I will go… and try to fall asleep now."

"I know that my son is not on easy person to be with. I know that he has troubles with showing feelings but that doesn't mean that he has none… He loves you, Lisa."

That was too much. FAR TOO MUCH! Did Blythe just seriously tell her that House loved her? … She did? Didn't she? Oh my god… She indeed did!

"I … eh … Good Night." Cuddy stuttered completely confused about what Blythe just had told her and hurried out of the living room again.

When she was lying on the couch in House's room again she realized that she was now even less tired than she had been before. And she noticed as well that her biggest problem was not that she wasn't able to fall asleep. Not anymore. The much bigger problem was that her feelings were a complete mess. She was in a turmoil. She was completely confused.

What the hell should she do now? Pretend that this talk between Blythe and her never happened? Talk to House? Should she pack her suitcase and leave as fast and as far away as possible?

Cuddy sighed. Why the hell was everything so damn complicated?

TBC…