Chapter 2: I'd like to thank JLCH for the great job she did by revising this chapter and she had a lot of work you can believe me.

As House entered the police station, he was determined to do the right thing but as he looked back to Cuddy in the car, his chest tightened. He deserved to be punished for what he had done to the MRI machine in the hospital, but that was all. It had never been his intention fake his own death. –It only occurred to him once he was out of danger outside the building. His only thought was of Wilson and how he needed to be there for him and that's when it hit him. At least he could stay with Wilson and take care of him until the end, then he would figure out what to do next. Finally he would be there for someone because the last time someone he loved needed him, he wasn't there, at least not completely and it cost him dearly. When Wilson first found out he was alive he was impressed, and quite worried. He tried to get House to change his mind by explaining the consequences but House insisted and ultimately Wilson accepted it. He appreciated the sacrifice House made him.

To see Cuddy on such a sad day, that was as if Wilson wanted to show House that he was grateful to House for taking care of him during his last months, as if Wilson could still be there for House. This feeling was weird. House didn't believe in a life after death and of course, he rejected this idea. "I'm going weak. I guess jail won't be the solution; I have to find something else."

House entered the police station and limped up to the counter. "May I help you?" asked the woman behind the counter.

"No, thank you." He turned around and walked out. He really wanted to turn himself in but then he recalled the wonderful moments he had shared with Cuddy and Rachel when they were together. He didn't want to lose them again and if he were in jail he would surely lose them. Of course, Cuddy no longer cared about him by making it clear she had been there only as a promise to Wilson. Well, it seemed to him she might be worried but he couldn't be sure. He also wondered about the child seat in her car. Rachel was too big for it now, so whose was it? Cuddy told him she wasn't dating anyone, but maybe she had sometime in the last two years. No, it was ridiculous, she couldn't have a baby, or could she? He needed the answers. Now he knew he should have been focusing more on his current situation but all he could think about was Cuddy. Seeing her again reminded him of all he had lost. She was beautiful and he couldn't help but crave the feel of her arms wrapped around him. He remembered the night he nearly relapsed after the crane accident, she came to him…an angel with dark hair and blue-gray eyes. He hadn't expected that. He was uncertain but his heart, told him to give it a try. He had loved her for so long. . He thought to himself that Wilson would want him to take another chance and fight for her. He was thinking of a plan on how to make things right when he saw a mom with her kid.

"Where is your cap?" He heard the mother ask her son.

"I don't know." He replied.

"But you had it in the park. Did you leave it there?"

"I don't know and I wanna go home. It's time for my cartoon."

"No, let's go back to the park and see if we can find it."

With those three words, "I don't know", an idea suddenly hit him, House had his plan; he knew exactly what he was going to do and with a smirk on his face, he hailed a taxi.

"To the cemetery, please," he told the driver.

Later that night, Cuddy tossed and turned in her sleep, her thoughts focused on House. Seeing him for the first time in two years brought back all the old feelings she had for him. She had lied to herself, it would never be over though she desperately tried to convince herself it was. He looked good despite being sad and lonely, she was sure his leg hurt more than usual, but he still looked sexy to her. No matter what though, she couldn't forget all he had done to her and to Rachel Wilson had tried to explain to her what was going through his mind that day. He had also told her what he had done since he was out of jail: his work at the hospital, his relationship with his fellows, the new members of House's team, Foreman as Dean, and his relationship with Dominika. Wilson knew that House still loved Cuddy and would always love her. Cuddy felt a little jealous as Wilson spoke about Dominika, but she didn't show it.. That was when she realized that she had never gotten over House, and that she never would. But love wasn't enough, she had a child, she couldn't allow herself to make new mistakes. She had believed they could work, but neither of them was really ready for it. It was odd that two such brilliant people were so terribly inept when it came to personal relationships.

"You should forget him, you'll never be able to move on in your life as long as he's around you," Julia told her two years ago. It didn't work because she still thought about him. Even when people told her he was dead, she couldn't believe it, she had always known it wasn't true. After she had met up with Wilson, she had understood why sometimes she would receive phone calls and the party at the other end never said a word. She realized it had to be House. Why couldn't she -let him go? Why was she obsessed with him? What did he do for her that no other man could?

She couldn't answer this with words, it was more feelings. Very few understood him but she did. That was probably one of the reasons why he often called call girls, he didn't need them to understand him and he didn't want to understand them.

Cuddy thought about how much she was actually like House. Even her mother had told her "You're an idiot with impossible standards".

She knew nobody in the world understood her like he did. He could read her like a book. She remembered how she felt when he put his arms around her and kissed her after she'd lost joy. She felt so safe in his arms and wished that kiss had never ended. Instead, he left her there and went home.

Now here she was with a new life in an attempt to get away from him and all she could think about was him. Oh Wilson, she thought. Why did you have to call me?

PS: I want to thank all of you for reading this story and I hope you enjoyed the two chapters of "New Start". I want to apologize to you: writing in English is too hard for me and I don't think there will be other chapters, at least in English. What do you think? Maybe I'll write it in French… Sorry : ((