Thanks everyone for the reviews and opinions for the Huddy baby! The majority of you said you would like to see Cuddy pregnant on the island, but have the baby when they get rescued. I really like that idea! But those of you who said a baby is unoriginal and said no completely, that might happen also. It depends where my mind and fingers decide to go when the time is right, but opinions help a lot!

For this chapter...it's kind of dark and maybe a little out of character on House's behalf, but I couldn't resist! I keep forgetting to add in with the previous chapters that House is running out of Vicodin and heading for some serious detoxing moments. Well, here it is! The ultimate detox...

Enjoy :)

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Ever since House ran out of Vicodin, he made Cuddy's life a living hell. He had no choice but to detox. He detoxed before and it wasn't pretty. Now, it was even worse, given the circumstances. To make matters worse, it rained harder this day than any of the previous days.

It was on day five since they arrived on the island and in the middle of day two without Vicodin. His pain would fade in and out random times a day. It got so bad that he couldn't even walk. He would wake up in the middle of the night at times, just to rub his leg and stop the pain. He needed something to distract him and that usually involved broken bones.

"I need to shake hands with a lobster or something," he said, biting his lower lip as another round of pain waved through his system. Not only did his leg ache, but every other part of him hurt also.

"You aren't hurting yourself to make the pain go away, I told you that already."

"If this island doesn't kill me, the pain will." He tossed his head back and glued his eyes shut.

Cuddy's heart sank as she watched him grit his teeth. She's been witnessing him in pain all week and felt helpless that there was nothing she could do about it.

"It'll get better," she said. "Your body has to adapt to the fact that you no longer have the Vicodin in your system."

"No kidding," he snapped, followed by another grunt as another wave of pain shot through his leg and up his spine.

It was hurting Cuddy a lot worse than it was hurting him just to watch him go through this. Every time he reached the peak of his pain, her stomach would feel as if someone was squeezing the small organ with no signs of release. At some points, his pain would be so bad that it brought tears to her eyes, just imagining what he had to go through. She never realized how dependant he was on his Vicodin.

Their sex lives were practically nonexistent now. They kept themselves busy with sex and relieving stress that way, but up until two days ago, they stopped completely. House ran out of Vicodin two days ago, but there was enough in his system to get him by for a day without much pain. Yesterday, he started to detox, and today, it was the worst it's ever been. Instead of having sex with Cuddy, his mind thought of what bones to break in his body to shift the pain somewhere else. Being on an island with nothing to do really didn't help the situation.

Cuddy rested one hand on his lower back while House remained in a sitting position, rubbing his leg. Cuddy helped him with her free hand.

"I'd advise you to get as far away from me as possible," he said, looking over at her.

The area around his eyes were incredibly red. It was a sickly kind of red. His hands and face were clammy. Cuddy knew right from the start that this would happen once he ran out of Vicodin. She hoped they would be rescued before he had to suffer through it.

"You advised me to get as far away from you as possible since the day you swallowed the half of your last Vicodin and my answer is still the same…No."

House clenched his fists. He hated being so weak in front of Cuddy. He already pushed her away from him once because of it and she ended up with a long scrape down her side. Luckily, he was able to contain himself for the past day, but now that the pain was getting worse, there's no telling what would come out of his mouth.

He wanted to suffer though the pain alone. If there's anything he hated, it was someone sharing the pain with him, regardless of who it was. The fact that Cuddy had her hands all over him and gently coaxing him into relaxing pissed him off. When House was in pain or unable to do something on his own because of his leg, he became very stubborn and anything was capable of coming out of his mouth, even to the only person that would ever love him for him, not because they pitied him, like it was with Cameron.

"Please, Cuddy, just stop." That was about all he could muster up with being calm. If she didn't stop, his next words would probably hurt her. He didn't want to hurt her. He's done too much of that already, but unfortunately, his pain spoke for him in times like this. It's as if his logical thinking was turned over to a higher power while he detoxed.

But Cuddy didn't stop and House felt himself get heated. He couldn't control the words that came out of his mouth.

"Leave me alone, dammit!" he yelled into her face.

Cuddy should know better to let him be, but because of the fear in thinking that he would hurt himself to fate the pain, she couldn't leave him alone.

"Where do you expect me to go, House? It's pouring out there."

"I don't care, just go somewhere, as long as it's not here," he said, voice on the raspy side. The pain in his leg had subsided long enough for him to get his feelings across to her and think rationally, if only for a minute. He sighed, long and hard. "What I just felt…was something I've never felt before. I wanted to break every bone in my body to stop the pain in my leg."

"House, you're really scaring me," Cuddy said, full of concern. "I can't leave you alone like this."

"If you don't…I'm going to hurt you. Not only mentally, but physically." He glanced over to her, eyes saddened, like a little lost puppy. "I have blackouts when I detox. I have no control over my actions. I don't want anything to happen to you."

Cuddy was well aware of what House was capable of while he was angry, but wasn't aware of his blackouts. If his blackouts are anything like when he's angry, it's as if a whole other person took over his body, just to do something for a split second, and then leave. He already pushed her. She knew he was at least do that. What else would he do? Whatever was in store for her at his hand, it wasn't enough to drive her away.

"You…have blackouts?" she asked out of concern in a motherly type of voice. Why hasn't he ever told her?

"Only when the pain gets really bad…and I can't get my mind off it. Breaking a couple of fingers usually cures it."

"We can get through this together," Cuddy said, squeezing the roof of his hand. "You don't need to hurt yourself. Whatever happens, it'll pass."

Their eyes never separated. Both of them looked sad and worried.

"You don't know what you're doing. You don't understand." House whispered, barely moving his mouth.

Cuddy brought her hand up to his cheek and lightly cupped it, caressing the area smoothly with the pad of her thumb. House didn't stop her. She smiled small. "We've gotten this far collectively. I'm not backing down now."

She leaned in and kissed him gently on the mouth. At first, it was her doing most of the work, but as her kiss became more urgent, House joined in. He placed a hand at the back of her head and pressed in to deepen the kiss.

Every time House kissed her, she felt that she could float away at any time. Her heart rate quickened. Even in pain, House delivered the most passionate kisses to her. They weren't quick and messy, they were always slow and loving. Who knew that someone like House could possess such a talent to make a woman go weak at the knees. Good thing Cuddy was sitting.

"Now look who's trying to distract who," he said, recalling how he used his kissing technique to avert Cuddy's attention from the shark, and once while trying to get her pants off. That was merely just to brag that he could distract her with a kiss.

"I wasn't trying to distract you," she said, kissing him a little more before continuing with a smile, "but if it's working, I'm glad."

Cuddy wanted him to take the focus off his leg and this is the only way she knew how to do it without House hurting himself.

She welcomed his hand on her inner thigh and parted her legs for him. Her breathing increased the closer he got to her warmth. However, it abruptly came to an end when his hand was ripped back and used to rub his leg. A shrilling cry bounced off the walls. Cuddy was a tad disappointed that their make-out session hastily came to an end, but her concern for House overrode that. She rested her hand on his shoulder. He brushed it off immediately.

"Stop," he said in a warning voice.

"House—"

"I told you to leave me alone." It was amazing how fast anger took place in his eyes, dominating over passion. His mood switched over so fast that Cuddy didn't know how to respond at first. House finding the ability to grit his teeth and bite his lower lip at the same time to fate the pain had given her the amount of time she needed to make the transition. She didn't care about what he did to her as a result of her staying by his side. It's not like she had a wide variety of options for places to go. It's not like she could run back to her office. Since it was raining heavily out there, so bad that they couldn't see the ocean from the cave, to be anywhere else but in that cave at the moment was impossible. A clap of thunder was heard rumbling in the distance. Unlike a few days ago when the storm passed over them before they could get the thunder and lightning, today it would stick around. The beach couldn't be seen, but the waves could be heard slamming into the shoreline almost repetitively.

Cuddy shifted closer anyway and wrapped her lower arm around his back. That expression 'quit while you're ahead' obviously didn't mean a thing to her.

"Get your hands off me." House was running out of cool, and fast. The heat rose to the surface of his skin and his temples started throbbing.

Cuddy wouldn't let him go. House closed his eyes tightly to not only will the pain in his leg away, but to hold himself back from doing something awful to Cuddy.

His willpower was running out. It didn't take long for his body to take over his mind. When this happened, he had no control of his actions. It's as if he blacked out. He wasn't aware that he twisted his body to the side as best he could, grasped Cuddy so hard by the upper arms that it would certainly leave bruises, and held her like that for the longest time. He knew he was yelling, but didn't know what he was saying. The sane part of House had no choice but to sit back in a completely black room and listen while his pain and anger took over his kinetic functions. It disgusted him fully. He knew that when he snapped out of it, he would feel guiltier than ever for whatever it is that he was doing to Cuddy right now.

He warned her to get away, but she refused. She insisted on getting closer and closer, which in turn, set him off. It's not his fault if something happens to her…right? She knew what she had coming if she didn't leave him alone. She had a taste of it once already. Wasn't being hurt once enough? Did she really love him this much to put up with the continuous assault? For all House knew, he was pulling her hair out while screaming at her. He couldn't control his actions. He had absolutely no self-control.

This was a feature no one knew about the great Gregory House and one that he never felt necessary to have checked out. If he didn't break a bone or cut himself to shift the pain from his leg, the pain would reach to such an extremity so quickly that he had no time to grab a hold of something to keep himself back.

It disgusted him that he was this weak. He only hoped that Cuddy knew how to defend herself.

Cuddy on the other hand wasn't sure how to take this. When House grabbed her by the arms, he pinned her to the floor of the cave and crawled over her. He wasn't all there. She could see the absence in his eyes. But that didn't stop her from being scared.

He sealed their bodies together and went in for a kiss. Cuddy saw it coming, but didn't move. She was too afraid to. He kissed her. It was rough this time and so unlike him. Even his tongue felt differently as it was being pushed into her mouth against her will.

Cuddy tried to picture this as the night where they purely had sex to release tension. Neither of them held back. And since she was already turned on from when he was moments away from touching her, it was easy to think of this as the other night. She wanted it. But he wasn't all there. It did make sense that this was what he meant by blacking out.

"House…" she whispered when his mouth attacked her neck.

He was still in pain, for he would constantly be releasing abnormal groans and moving his leg. Moving his leg meant he also moved his lower half. Cuddy's breath was caught in her throat as he moved against her. He wasn't fully hard, but damn near close to it to the point where it hurt being rubbed against her, even with clothes on.

"Oh god Greg, please snap out of it." As much as Cuddy wanted this, she had to stop it if she could before it got further and he came to and realized what he had done. She didn't want that to be hanging over his head. It's bad enough that he got this far.

He didn't stop. He appeared to be infatuated with her neck. He sucked, licked, and bit anywhere his mouth felt like attacking. Cuddy was positive she would not only have a neck full of hickeys, but small marks from the bites.

"House!" she cried when he grabbed more skin than she thought he would in between his teeth and bit down hard.

This had to stop, for both their sakes. She slid her hands between their bodies and struggled to push him off.

"House, stop!" She couldn't push his unyielding body off hers.

There was a way she could end this. She wished there was another way to stop him, but there really wasn't. He was starting to hurt her. There was no telling what'll happen once they start having sex.

Cuddy bit her lip. This was going to hurt her a lot worse than him. She freed her knee and slammed it up against his leg. It caused House to groan, but he didn't stop. She did it a few more times. Each one of them were useless. He wasn't stopping.

Cuddy waited to try again. He would have to lift up at some point to remove his shorts. Until then, she would live through the assault on her neck.

"Oh…Lisa…" House growled, but made her skin crawl. It didn't sound like House; it sounded like the deep, possessive voice of an angry killer that successfully trapped his prey.

She turned her head to the side and clenched her eyes shut. It didn't look as if he were ever going to leave her neck. She had to take it to the next step herself. She had to get him to make space between them.

She turned her head and spoke low and sexy when her mouth was right beside his ear, "take your pants off."

House may not be all there, but his hearing certainly was. The second Cuddy could get into position, she placed her hands on his chest, fully prepared to push him off her.

She froze.

She couldn't do it. She couldn't hurt him like that. Tears came to her eyes. It was the only way to bring him back to her. He needed to be in pain in order to come around. Fortunately, sex would also release the amount of endorphins to level out the pain in his leg. Even if he wasn't all there, she knew he wouldn't hurt her. He would have some control. The only thing they would have to get over when this was all over was the awkwardness.

Cuddy's mind was set. She wouldn't stop him. She would rather him have sex with her than her having it on her mind that she hurt him.

She still wanted to cry out for him to stop. Maybe if she did, he would snap out of it. It didn't hurt to try.

Cuddy hit him with her hands also, but it wasn't even enough to hurt him, let alone snap him out of it. He just continued onward like she didn't have a voice anymore. If his mind was substituting in a voice for her, it definitely wasn't telling him to stop.

House let out a throaty groan when Cuddy reached out and stroked his length. Maybe just making him come was all it took. If they went all the way, House would hate himself for it once he woke up. Cuddy didn't want things to be anymore embarrassing between them than they already were going to be.

Plus, she wasn't foreign to performing this sort of action on House. He made her give him a hand-job at least once every sex session. He said it was the way she slowly moved her hand around his length, but Cuddy knew it was because he was a sex-crazed manipulative bastard who complimented her work only so she would keep doing it.

If House was all there, he would admit to her that this was the best hand-job to date. She made him come. Groans from House filled the cave.

After that effortless action, hope filled Cuddy's eyes.

"House…?"

He made eye contact with her after his body stopped trembling from the orgasm.

"Are you back?"

It would appear he was. His eyes went wide as he looked at her beneath him. He immediately shifted himself off her, jaw dropped. She was still clothed, which was good. He, however, was not. He was naked from the waist, down.

"Dammit, Lisa, I told you to go!" he yelled, snatching his shorts once he found them.

Cuddy wasn't angry. If anything, she was scared about his condition.

"How long have you been having blackouts?" she asked, using her doctor voice, like nothing just happened.

"Since the first time you made me detox," he snapped, throwing his shorts back on. He couldn't bare to look at her. "If I didn't break my fingers the morning after, it would've just kept happening. I was in my living room and then before I knew it, I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror with a different change of clothes on, ready to go to work. It was the next day."

"Why didn't you say anything?" she asked, surprised she never heard about this before.

"Because I never thought I'd be sharing a cave with you in the middle of a fucking deserted island, that's why! My blackouts happened at home where no one could get hurt!"

"House, you could've easily left your apartment and hurt someone, or hurt yourself," Cuddy said, tears coming back to her eyes. He was turned away from her the entire time.

"Hurting myself is usually how I become conscious again. I cut myself shaving and didn't know it," he said, voice significantly lower. He dropped his head to stare downward. "Just leave it alone, Cuddy. The next time I want to break my hand, shut up and let me."

Cuddy bit her lower lip as tears fell from her eye. She had no idea he was holding something this vital from her.

Silence fell between them for the longest time.

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