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"Feeney fired my researchers!" Wilson shouted, stepping into the lounge, breathing fire.

"For what?" Cameron asked, bolting up from the couch.

"He said that it was because one of them spilt their coffee all over some charts, so they all had to suffer the consequence."

"He has no jurisdiction over the matter!" Cameron wasn't too fond of Feeney. He cost her and her colleagues a job and made the most unnecessary changes. He was killing the hospital. Cuddy would probably be in tears over his actions.

Wilson paced back and forth, a thumb hooked over the lining of his pants while his other hand shot up in the air, waving around as he spoke. "And that's not the best part," he said, watching the floor he was treading. "He canceled a majority of Cuddy's benefactors that donate to the hospital. He kept the ones he liked. Remember Lord and Lady Lambeth?"

"Charles and Georgia? Of course I do…Thanks to them, you got that lab in oncology earlier in the year. Don't tell me he cut them off!"

Lord and Lady Lambeth helped out Cuddy a lot with donations. They even went beyond and organized meetings for possible future benefactors. They knew many wealthy people and became a big help to Cuddy.

"He sure did!" Wilson said angrily, finally stopping in his tracks and letting out a loud sigh.

"This is crazy. Next thing you know, he'll think two MRI scanners in one building are unorthodox and end up selling one of them." Cameron threw her hand to her face and shook her head in disbelief. Too many things were going on at once. With Feeney reining over the hospital, House and Cuddy's funerals tomorrow, and the lack of proper sleep, the tear she shed presently wasn't the first one that snuck out during all this. To top it off, they were going to Cuddy's house later on to meet her parents and sister. Cameron never spoken to them, but from what Wilson said, her family was a piece of work. Great…more stressors to add to her life. When does it end?

"Cameron, why don't you go home and take it easy until tonight," Wilson suggested. Since it was only noon and they didn't have to be at Cuddy's until six, Cameron had enough time to go home, get a change of clothes, grab a shower, and settle in for a much needed rest on an actual bed.

Even though her hair accumulated oily buildup and the same clothes had been on her body for the past three days, she refused to leave and actually found it somewhat insulting that Wilson suggested that.

"There's nothing for you here right now."

"But what if the rescue team calls you or the LAPD—"

"No one is calling me, Cameron. They called off the search, remember?"

Cameron still had hope burning through her system. "They might."

Wilson shook his head. "They're done. It's my turn now."

"So…you're really going to Hawaii?"

"Damn straight I am!" Wilson said, a bit on the loud side. "I told you I was."

"I didn't think you were actually serious! I thought you just said it in the heat of the moment. Wilson, they're not going to let you pay to fly an airplane over the Pacific! This isn't a TV show drummed up for dramatic effect where the audience knows that if you go there, they'll let you have your way. What makes you so sure they will?"

"Money is the universal language, Allison. With a generous upfront donation to their organization and reoccurring contributions, I think we can make a deal."

Wilson had it all figured out and sounded positive about it. As odd as this plan was, he sounded very hopeful and determined, as if he was planning this for months as opposed to a week. Coming right down to it, he really didn't have any other options.

"You do know that they're going to laugh in your face, right?"

Cameron knew his idea was bogus. One just doesn't go to Hawaii and slap a check on the table in exchange for one day's use of a helicopter. It just didn't work that way! Wilson would get himself arrested somehow trying to prove his point. Saying no to him at that point would set him off, knowing it's his last hope in finding his best friend and his boss.

Wilson shrugged it off. "I don't care. They didn't do a thorough enough job in looking for them. It's my turn. I won't come back empty-handed. Even if I have to buy a freaking airplane, I will."

Cameron believed that about him. He would blow every dime he had in finding House and Cuddy. He would take out loans and sell things if it came down to it. He would be doing more harm to himself than good. Leaving the hospital for so long might also jeopardize his job. The way Feeney is lately, he would probably fire Wilson once he asked for the leave of absence. At this point, Wilson would gladly clean out his office and tell Feeney to go to hell. Those words were on the tip of his tongue as is. He was just waiting for the right time to use them.

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After dinner, which consisted of crabs and bananas for dessert, much like breakfast and lunch, House and Cuddy turned in for the night. Not that there was much to do anyway. Swimming was obviously out of the question and so was going up to the streambed to get more water. Cuddy would definitely have to go tomorrow. They were completely out of water now and unless it rained tonight, she would have to go.

"I think I'll have to try to go to the streambed tomorrow and wash up. The B.O. was taken away by the saltwater so I think I'm good for tonight, considering you still want to be next to me." House said, drawing Cuddy close to him. This was their usual position—him on his back and Cuddy snuggling next to him. She never wanted to leave his side.

"I always want to be next to you, and you're not going up there," Cuddy said, softly rubbing her hand in small circles on his chest. "I'll bring the stuff to you."

"Don't be ridiculous," he said. "Coconut shells hold a mouthful of water, maybe one in a half at the most. You'd have to run up there at least ten times to get the right amount of water for the job."

"Well…then I will. I'm not risking you trying to climb up there again."

"Can you stop trying to save me? I walked up there once before when the path was dry, right?"

Cuddy lifted her head just far enough to look over and meet his eyes. "That's back when you had Vicodin, House. You had no pain."

"I have no pain now."

Cuddy frowned. How was that possible? He had to be lying to her. He might have had no pain before he went "swimming," but after that, and what he had to go through, he must be feeling something now. Getting back up to shore while fighting a strong current must've taken a lot out of him.

"Really?"

"Really," he said with a short nod.

She picked her head up and met his eyes. "You're not just saying that so I'll give in, are you?"

"Nope," he said and brought his hand up to cup her cheek. "But it doesn't matter anyway, because you can't stop me. Even with a bum leg, I can always outrun you."

He was right. Cuddy couldn't stop him. It was proved today when she couldn't stop him from the possible injury of going into the water. Even though his life was risked because of his leg, she still couldn't hold him back. Him going through with that was actually a test in a way to see how far Cuddy would go to save him. A small part of that was because House was bored and was in the need of some thrills.

"If you have me pegged for a softy, House, you can forget it. And if you think embracing me will get me to change my mind, you're wrong."

"Care to test that? You know…I suddenly remembered that I was supposed to ravish you when we got to the shoreline."

Cuddy groaned. She loved being close to House and absolutely loved the sex with him, but some nights, like this one, she just wanted to snuggle up with him and talk with him before falling asleep.

House caught on to the meaning of her groan and frowned. "Whatever happen to that woman that I had sex with on the beach the other night? She completely overpowered me and begged me to go harder. Can you find her for me? It's a small island with no way off, she can't be too far."

Cuddy smiled and reached down to peck his lips. "She realized that there's more to Gregory House than just really great sex."

House rolled his eyes. It was his turn to groan. "Come on, Cuddy. Besides, my leg is starting to hurt. Since you won't let me break my hand, at least focus my attention elsewhere."

Cuddy tapped the tip of his nose with her finger. "And you are going to realize that I'm good for something other than distracting pain with sex. And you're not in pain. You think that because you make me feel guilty for you, I'm going to give in. Nice try, I admit."

"Oh will you just shut up and get me up already."

"House, I just want to cuddle tonight," she whined.

"Sex first, and then cuddle." He was very persistent. "But you're going to be on top. I'm not moving."

Cuddy scoffed. "Well, fine, if that's the case, forget it. If you won't meet me half way, I don't meet you at all."

She separated from House and turned over onto her other side. House smirked and turned onto his side, facing her. He snaked over to her and rested his hand on her thigh. She must've expected this because she didn't make a move.

"I bet I can make you change your mind," he said, traveling his hand around her leg and to her inner thigh. Cuddy decided to sleep without pants on, for not only were they getting all torn up, it was muggy that night and they weren't necessary. The only reason Cuddy would be wearing pants is to ward away any wandering hands, such as this one that was feeling up her inner thigh, trying to get her in the mood to meet his continuously uninhibited sexual desires towards anything that walks.

However, Cuddy still wore her thong, which was currently being soaked up as House's fingers poked and stimulated her through the thin material. Cuddy moaned, involuntarily spreading her legs. She swung a leg over House's legs to give him more room.

"See, I knew you wanted me," he whispered in her ear before nibbling on her earlobe.

Cuddy was half on her back and half on her side as House attacked her neck with such urgency that it immediately turned her on. He could always get her in the mood, even if she was nowhere near turned on. All it took were his skilled fingers and a very talented mouth.

Cuddy's eyes fluttered shut and a moan gathered in her throat. She felt his lips over hers. House swallowed her moans as he kissed her ever so passionately. Cuddy responded immediately, digging her fingers into his hair. House never stopped kneading her through her panties, despite Cuddy's hips bucking lightly against his hand.

"You going to be on top?" he breathed against her damp lips.

Cuddy couldn't say no to House. It was one of her greatest weaknesses. If she did say no at first, she would eventually give in and say yes, even if she didn't want to, or it was against how she felt. Being on top really wasn't her thing. Being exposed to someone like that from the front, she didn't like it. She liked it missionary, side, standing, or doggie. Anything but top. Only a handful of times was she ever on top and since her focal point was too much set on what she looked like bouncing up and down, she wasn't fully focused on the action she was getting. Her partner groping her chest helped sway the embarrassed feeling, but never completely washed it away. Being on top with House would not only make her feel embarrassed, she knew she couldn't concentrate. It was really that big of a deal for her. The all-powerful Dean of Medicine had a flaw, and a very unusual flaw at that.

Cuddy was worried about being on top, even as House tried to distract her by pushing the small triangular patch aside and dipping his fingers into her folds. Somewhere in that timeframe, she helped him remove her underwear, although he didn't really need help. His fingers didn't head back to their destination right away. He stopped when he clearly wasn't going to get anything out of her about being on top except for an earful of grunts and groans of pleasure.

"Top?" he asked again.

Cuddy's eyes opened to find his staring hotly down on hers. "My shirt stays on," she said after a small pause, giving in.

"Killjoy," he muttered.

In one unexpected sweep, Cuddy's tank top was off, revealing a braless chest. House took it off so fast that he nearly ripped the thinning fabric.

"House!" she cried out, not knowing what hit her. How he got it off so fast and easy she'll never know.

Even before he put the shirt to the side, House easily shifted Cuddy so she was straddling him.

Cuddy completely blanched. House, however, had a complete opposite expression. He smirked, eyeing her naked body up and down hungrily.

"Was that so hard?" he snarked.

"We didn't do anything yet," she said, barely moving her mouth. The urge to cover her body with her hands came to mind.

House still had his briefs on. Like Cuddy, he felt it was too warm to wear a bottom of some kind. He didn't remove them right away. Instead, he chuckled at Cuddy. It was hard not to. She was like an unmoving statue.

"Are you really that scared about being on top?" He couldn't help but tease her, even though he was growing harder and harder with each passing second that she was on him.

"I'm not scared, House," she said, feeling a bit insulted by that comment.

"Then what's the problem? Insecurity? Don't worry about it. You have an overly fantastic body, beautiful twins, and if I continue talking about this, I'm going to blow a load right in my skivvies, so let's get on with it."

Cuddy was willing to try it for House. Actually, she really didn't have a choice in the matter. He was going to fuck her in this position whether she liked it or not. If she ever did get the nerve to fight back, he would just end up winning her over with a guilt trip.

"Ever hear of foreplay?" she asked.

House chuckled almost right away. "Not so fast. You're just saying that because once you get off me, you won't come back on. Not a chance," he said, reaching his hands around her to pull off his briefs and letting his erection spring free. No foreplay was necessary. He was just about as hard as he could get without it hurting, although it is possible to expand a few more centimeters, possibly another inch. It doesn't happen often unless he's extremely stimulated and apparently just looking at Cuddy's ass helped him reach that extra inch for the first time. House was amazed with himself. He never measured, but it had to be a good ten inches with the extra inch. The amount of blood that rushed through made it hurt. That's how he could tell he achieved the extra inch. Right now with Cuddy straddling him looking like a scared teenager about to lose her virginity was a massive turn on for him. Flesh met flesh. He bit his lower lip almost painfully as the blood rushed painfully through his erection. No doubt he was able to gain some width on that, too. If she didn't go through with this, he'd go crazy.

Cuddy backed up so now her ass was touching his erection. Her hands met at his stomach as she hunched over a bit. House moaned as his hardness met the crack of her ass. The further she leaned over to him and hiked backwards, the harder it pressed against her.

"You look so unbelievably sexy right now," he said, running his hands down her thighs and to her ass.

Cuddy was still nervous. Her lightly trembling lower lip told House that. But she didn't say anything. Instead, she lowered her lips to his. She took it easy, but House wanted it harder. He pressed at the back of her head to deepen the kiss.

With House bringing his hips forward and pushing Cuddy back a little, he was able to line himself up to his destination. With the initial penetration, he swallowed Cuddy's tiny cries. He was also bigger than last time, meaning she had a few more cries to let out as she began to squirm to guide him, as well as take away some of the uncomfortable feeling this brought. That was an even bigger turn on as she started to wriggle.

"You're too big," she said, realizing she wasn't making any progress.

"Do I really need to start singing Like a Virgin right in the middle of this?" It took a lot of resolve to joke around when all he wanted to do was impale her.

"It's not me, it's you!" Cuddy scolded in a breathless hiss. "You're bigger!"

"Sit up," he ordered, helping her into a sitting position with his hands placed on her hips.

With a sharp gasp, Cuddy gripped House's wrists with both hands as he slowly guided himself inside her. It took immense strength to not thrust inside her in one sweep. Cuddy took him slow. It was painfully slow. Her head tossed backwards and her jaw dropped officially confirmed that he did, in fact, achieve his extra inch. He was very proud of that extra inch. Anything to get Cuddy's jaw dropped and eyes tightly clenched shut was worth it.

Cuddy's hands left House's wrists and went to House's knees behind her. She arched her back, hoping to find some relief. This wouldn't be so hard if they actually had some lubricant to help them along. House tried to initiate some of Cuddy's juices to flow by thrusting a quarter of his length into her and back out again.

"Like a Virgin…hey!" House sang, voice going up a notch on the hey.

Now really wasn't the time, but Cuddy was very curious to how he knew that song. Instead, she gritted her teeth and glared at him.

"Just do it, House," she growled, out of breath. She was already frustrated enough. She didn't need the extra banter.

House thought about it, but was afraid to hurt her. If he could muster up the strength to sing a line from an old Madonna song and be an idiot, he should be able to hold himself back from thrusting his entire length inside Cuddy. But he couldn't. The heat was just so overwhelming. He gripped her hips, bit his lip, and pushed her down, spearing her as far in as he could in one sweep.

A cry of pain erupted from Cuddy. She hunched forward and rested her hands on his stomach, breathing unsteadily. Her hands clenched up his shirt. She had no idea it would hurt that much.

House almost lost it all when her body started trembling.

"You okay?" he asked, lightly and lovingly brushing his fingers through her hair.

"Give me a second," she panted.

"Oh come on Cuddy, I'm not that much bigger." The wait was killing him. It's a wonder he could still talk coherently. It's a bigger wonder on how much of a smart ass he still was.

"Shut up," she spat, glaring into his eyes, breathing heavily.

Her hair covered most of her face in a sweaty, sticky mess. Mixed in with the sudden balmy weather, her position, and a fire in the cave to boot, her face and parts of her body were covered in thin films of sweat.

Nonetheless, she never looked more amazingly beautiful than she does right at the moment. House would remember this minute forever. There's nothing like being inside an incredible babe, barely, with her body trembling because you're too big for her. And if that wasn't enough, you're not only eye level with her, but you get a perfect view of the twins dangling inches from your own chest.

House couldn't take it anymore. He bit his lip one too many times. Holding back was done.

"House!" Cuddy cried in a gasp when he seized her by the hips and withdrew slowly.

He didn't have to move her so much. He just moved his hips downward to thrust out. He held her in place with his hands, half afraid she would leave him.

He pushed back in, bringing her back down, as well as his hips back up. The action was much easier this time. Cuddy producing bodily juices really helped out.

She no longer tried to fight him. She gripped his wrists again for the time being as he did all the work. As wonderful as this position was for her, she still felt a little flushed exposing herself like this to House. Granted, he's seen it all before and would see it just as well if she were on bottom. Cuddy wasn't sure what her issue was, but in being able to be talked into getting this far with being on top, she wasn't backing down now, especially not while it was starting to feel like the best sex she's ever had. She didn't even think about being embarrassed anymore. She joined in on the thrusting with House. For every upward thrust his hips made, hers made downward thrusts. She never missed a beat. She arched her back and placed her hands on each one of his knees that lay flat. House's hands switched from her hips to her chest, depending on how urgent he wanted his thrusts to be.

He was definitely longer. Eventually, he worked his entire length into her. Cuddy could feel the size and width difference. It was most incredible. After getting used to this size, she became addicted. His swift and burning thrusts knocked the wind out of her to the point where her breathing became hard and jagged.

Her body was on fire. She could no longer feel her limbs. House had to stabilize her by keeping a firm hold on her hips and helping her along.

He was closing in on his release. Judging by Cuddy's constriction against his thickness, she was very close, too. Her gasps becoming louder told him this as well.

"H-House, I'm…" She threw her head back in pure ecstasy, jaw dropped and eyes screwed shut.

"Me, too," he told her and sped up his hips a bit.

Cuddy dug her nails into his knees as she came hard, screaming loudly. House continued to thrust into her until he came, filling her to the brim with his seed, grunting her name.

Cuddy collapsed on his chest after that, unable to keep herself in an upright position, shifting her hips slightly so he slipped out of her. She heard his heart beating faster than the previous times they've had sex. His breathing was also more uneven.

"That's what happens when I do my part and lift your ass at the same time," he said when she pointed it out to him.

Cuddy drew her brows closer and slapped him on the chest.

"It's quite a workout."

"Shut up, House. Why do you have to ruin a good moment? That was the best orgasm I've ever had and you're still an ass."

"I'll always be an ass, whether you orgasm for fifteen seconds or if you were a pig and had one for ten minutes. You knew that getting into bed with me. Don't be surprised now."

"I'm not surprised," Cuddy mumbled. "I just hoped that for once you would enjoy the moment and maybe talk about how good I was, seeing as though you coerced me into being on top."

"On the contrary, Cuddy my love, you did not fight me on this. You more than willingly kept your cute ass there. Why are you complaining? God, I think you came more than I did."

"I'm not complaining, I'm trying to prove a point. Can you shut up? You're killing the mood." She lay her head back on his chest and softly rubbed the area beside her head with her hand. His quick beating heart soothed her, as well as the rising and falling of his chest when he breathed.

She could stay like this all night.

"Cuddy…"

"Hmm…?" she moaned, feeling very sleepy.

"Can you get off me now? You weigh a ton."

She met his eyes with hers. "All you had to do was say so, House. You didn't have to say it like that!"

"Sure I did. Now, remove yourself before I die prematurely of suffocation, due to my lungs being pressed on by an anvil."

"I hate you," she garbled, making sure to add extra pressure with her body when she rolled off him. She barely made him grunt. He only said what he did about her to be an ass.

"No you don't. You love me and you know it."

Cuddy knew she did and sometimes, like right now, she hated herself for it.

"Just go to sleep, House," she said, turning over onto her other side, away from him. "I don't want to talk anymore."

"Don't tell me you're pissed at me again," he said, also shifting onto his side, facing her back. "What did you think, that just because we're on this island I'm suddenly going to change and be someone I'm not? We could die tomorrow. There could be a sudden hurricane that is so severe that it whips every tree from its roots and lands on us at once, or a giant tidal wave could cover the island and we won't know what hit us."

"What's your point?" she asked.

"Do you really think that after you're dead you're going to give a damn what I said tonight?"

Cuddy twisted only her upper half around, as well as her head, to look at him. "OR we can be rescued and I'll have that memory with me forever."

"You could…but what will it prove? It's a lie."

"No it's not."

"How long have you known me?"

"You've already shown me that you care. In more ways than one."

"If you're talking about the sex…it's just a male being a male."

"It wasn't just in the sex, House. You saved my life on that plane. If it weren't for you…I'd be dead right now."

"I needed company while floating in the water. You're going to be dead anyway. I just prolonged it a couple weeks."

Cuddy sighed angrily. There he goes again, Mr. Pessimistic. "Will you stop already? I'm tired of your negative attitude all the time."

House thrust his hand towards the entrance to the cave. "Do you see, or hear, any rescue planes out there? Have you heard anything since we got here?"

"That doesn't mean they've stopped looking."

"It's been a week. They've stopped. They don't care enough about two people who, for all they know, went down with the plane. They won't waste their time, or the money. We're stuck here. This is it. Home, sweet home."

Cuddy felt tears threaten her eyes. She's pushed all of that to the back of her head. She never gave it a thought that they could be stuck here forever. She kept up enough hope for the both of them. Go figure it would take House to shoot it down like it meant nothing.

"I'm going home," she said in a small voice.

House shifted onto his back again with a small grunt. "You're the one who said you didn't have anything to go back to."

"No, you said that, House. I still want to have a baby, I want to go back to my hospital, my benefactors—"

"All lost causes." He turned his head to her. "You won't get any of those things, because your fate so happens to be to die with me. Isn't that just lovely?"

"We're not going to die!" she almost yelled.

"Then you better start getting to work to build a mock Cast Away raft if you want to live. Good luck!" he said back in the same tone she used.

A tear slipped down Cuddy's cheek. "How could you be so okay with dying?" she asked, voice nearly breaking. "Why are you giving up?"

"It's called acceptance. What you have is called denial. When the time comes…I'll be ready. You will fight in vain until you realize there's no prayer for you either. Just because you have hope, Cuddy, doesn't mean your result will be any different than mine."

"House…" She crept up to him and wrapped her arm around his chest, hugging him to her. "Please don't talk like that." She rested her head on his shoulder, sharing her tears with him.

"Why not?" he asked in a low voice, not fighting her. "Everybody dies."

"Not you," she said. "Even when your time has come, you'll fight it." Cuddy chuckled lightly. "You escaped death once already, twice if you count the shark. Third time's the charm."

He wrapped his arm around her, smirking small. "If I die, you're coming with me…just so I have someone to take with me as I pass the gates belonging to the fiery pits of hell."

House joking about death is probably what Cuddy needed to relax her a bit and take her mind off things. As long as she had him, she wasn't so afraid. In fact, she felt safe with him. She wanted to go home and resume her life, but being here with House to finish her days didn't seem all that bad. When you're with someone you love, it doesn't matter what your situation is. It's as if the love in your heart outweighs the seriousness of the matter.

House held her to him, allowing her to rest her head on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, Cuddy…I won't go without a fight. I'm not that shallow."

"Good," she murmured tiredly and unconsciously placed a small kiss on his shoulder. "I love you."

Instead of questioning her, he lightly ran his fingers through her hair and willed her off to sleep.

"I know…" he said seconds later, after she was fast asleep.

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I think it's about time she said I love you to House! I was getting all wrapped up in the sentiment and was feeling a little sappy myself..

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