A/N - Sorry that this took longer then I thought it would my apologizes to Ornlu the Wolf Demon. Several of you had asked that I write longer chapters so this one is longer then the other ones. Please let me know if it is long enough, if not I will add more to the next. Once again I want to thank everyone for the lovely reviews. So glad you all at enjoying this. Here is chapter four;

Chapter Four - Stacy

"You have a lot of nerve coming back here." Cuddy looked at the man in front of her. "This is not the time." Her voice was a whisper which told House that Rachael was sleeping.

"We need to talk." House stood there waiting patiently for her response.

"Not right now." Cuddy attempted to shut the door, but failed. His hand was pressed against the expensive wood. "I need time to think."

"It didn't mean anything." House stood there, guilt filled his blue eyes. The silence caused both of them to start fidgeting.

"Maybe not to you." Cuddy attempted to close the door again, succeeding now. House froze in spot. He tugged on his fall jacket as the cold crisp air blew.

House knew that she was right, it did mean something. It meant something to the both of them and now it has come to this conclusion. House immediately regretted going back to that house. Going back to that house that he once knew, the one when he spent hours and hours trying to capture a mouse, the difference now is that the mouse was Stacy.

Although House could never forgive her for what happened to him, he knew that he still had feelings for her.

He knocked on the door again. She didn't come to the door. He knew that she had probably gone to the bedroom, crying. He dug into his pocket and grabbed the golden key that was given to him after 9 months.

'God we've been together 9 months, 9 months and I now I go to my ex-wife's house.' House thought to himself.

He turned the key in the door and pushed it open slightly. He removed his shoes and hung up his cane then began heading to the bedroom. Her bedroom.

"I'm an ass." Cuddy already knew that but hearing his voice say it gave her some comfort. "I don't know why I went there." It wasn't like him to admit he was wrong. For one it didn't happen often.

Cuddy rubbed her tear stained eyes before she turned over to face him. To see the remorse on his beautifully shaped face. "Nothing happened, she wasn't even there." The last part was a lie.

"She wasn't home? What if she was? What if she kissed you?" House licked his lips remembering her kiss that day. "What if something else happened?" House hated the fact that this was who he was. The ass that disappointed everyone, his dad, his mom, what friend(s) he had, and now… and now he disappointed the only person he cared about. He couldn't imagine losing Cuddy let alone Rachael as well.

"I went there to night because I still had feelings for Stacy." The words were murderous to Cuddy's ears.

"You still have feelings for her?" She kind of understood, they had been married once. They said that they were going to spend the rest of their lives with each other.

"Had. When we kissed I rea—"

"You kissed? I thought she wasn't there." Cuddy turned away from him. She hated crying in front of him. She hated how this bothered her so much. She hated how he got to her after all of these years. She hated not knowing if there would be a future with him or not.

"Let me finish." House walked over to the bed that they once shared. "I realized that I didn't love her anymore, there weren't any feelings left. I realized…," he took a breath before finishing. "thatIloveyou."

Cuddy froze. "You what?" House contemplated if he was going to say it again. Cuddy wasn't sure if she had heard him right.

"That I rove you." It sounded like Scooby-doo was telling her that he loved her. She turned to face him again.

"Greg I …" Cuddy stopped.

"House behave." Wilson looked at his long term friend. Wilson didn't want to see either one of his friends leave. He had imagined once that he was going to end up with Cuddy. Instead he just felt guilty. Guilty for imagining that and guilty for pressuring both of his friends into a relationship.

"We have received a complaint from several different staff members and patients." The large man paused. "The complaint was of favouritism. With further investigation we were told that Dr. Cuddy and you had been having an on going relationship for a while now.

"Right." House glared at his best friend. Just how much could he really tell him. "Who said that?"

"They have asked for there name to be anonymous." One of the ladies spoke up.

"Shut your pie hole." House was starting to become arrogant.

"There name doesn't concern you. They have written a complaint and we are taking care of it." The middle man waited until everyone calmed down. "Now that we can move on, why did you pick Princeton-Plainsboro?" He repeated the words in his head. "I mean why did you apply for a job here?"

"I don't see how any of that is relevant." House smirked up at the people before him.

"I love you too." Cuddy leaned her self upward with her arms to help steady herself. House reached over to grab her hand and kiss it but was interrupted by a muffled cry over the baby monitor.

"I'll get it." Although House would never admit it to Cuddy he missed not seeing Rachael at all today. House kissed her on the cheek before getting up to attend the crying 15 month old child.

Cuddy sat there on her freshly washed bedding. She had wanted to get the spell of him out of her room. "There you go." House was holding on to Rachael and the bottom half of a Sippy cup until her tiny hands grasped the handles. "I think she had a nightmare. I believe I heard her saw something about dungeons and dragons, or maybe it was Taub and Kutner doing the naked dance together. Or maybe it was both." House had received a laugh from the women in front of him.

House sat on the bed again. He slightly bounced up and down trying to sooth the small child. Cuddy moved towards them and placed a small kiss on House's shoulder before placing one on her child's forehead. Her hand lightly brushed Rachael's hair back revealing her little forehead.

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"It is relevant. We need to know if you came here in hopes of have a relationship with Dr. Cuddy or you came here because the hospital's reputation." Wilson bite off the words as his voice echoed threw the room.

"You know why I came here." House looked at him. "And no it wasn't because of Cuddy, even if it was you think I would say it?" he paused before continuing. "I had just gotten out of a marriage. The divorce papers weren't even dry." He looked directly at the rest of the eyes. "I came here because I was offered my job and ever since I have been doing a kick as.s job doing it."

"There is no need to get snarly Dr. House." The oldest women at the table gave him a stern look. House didn't both responding, the lady reminded him of his mother.

"Anything else?" House waited a minute to wash away the thought that his mother was in the room nagging him about his father. Although he died his mother just wasn't over him yet.