A/N - Okay several of you were asking that I try to make my flashbacks less confusing and I followed your instructions. I left the lines because it might help others, but there are italics as well. If you have any other suggestions, even if I have to write Flashback up there to help clarify, I will because I want you all to enjoy this story. I believe this chapter is one of my best ones. I had no trouble at all writing it. I apologizes that it took me a while to post it but here it is, I hope you all enjoy it. Let me know. Thank you

Chapter Five - Love? Yes.

The tension throughout the boardroom grew thick. House sat there awaiting the 'important' questions that they had been wanting to ask.

Wilson sat with his head down. He didn't like the fact that he was on the board that would determine if his friend had any kind of chance of being happy. Over the past year he had saw the improvement in his friend, he even saw changes in Cuddy.

Wilson sat there listening to the whispers of the people on the other side of the table. He knew when he walked in the room that he wasn't going to be as involved. They all knew he was going to be bias in the decision, they weren't wrong either.

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"I need to talk to you, it's about Amber." Wilson was standing in the doorway of Cuddy's house. He had made several appearances in the past but he had usually called before hand.

"What's a matter?" Cuddy led him further into the house.

"I had another dream," He took a breath before he continued. "She was laying in my arms, begging me to…" He allowed his voice to trail not sure if Cuddy really wanted to hear that part. " We had finished and then all of a sudden we were in the ICU, she was in my arms again. She was telling me that she wasn't fine with dying. She wanted more time with me, she wanted to know how I could sleep with her and then let her die." He paused to collect himself. "Amber wanted to know how I could give up so easily on her, how I could move on with my life. Most of all she wanted to know how the hell I was still best friends with the one person that was responsible for her death."

Cuddy sat there, she hated how resentful she felt with Wilson blaming House for Amber's death. She knew he had the right. House was at the bar, House called Wilson to come get him, Amber showed up, House ignore her offer and got on the bus, Amber had no choice but to follow.

"Cuddy? Rachael's crying you want me to get her or are you capable?" House husky voice echoed down the hallway.

"I'm so sorry." Cuddy reached out to touch Wilson's hand but he pulled his hand away.

"I can't, I can't, please tell me I am still dreaming." Wilson rubbed his tear stained eyes and knew that it could possibility.

"Lisa, did you not hear me?" House limped down the hallway with the child in his arms. "I think she had another nightmare." House knew that it might not have been the case, but didn't like ruling it out. It gave him a reason to be her superhero of a dad.

"What's he doing here at this hour?" Wilson stood up not wanting to be near Cuddy. He just spilled his guts to her about Amber and how something in side of him still blamed House got her death.

House's focus turned to his only friend. "Hey, why you here?" Cuddy looked at House hoping he could read her expression.

"Are you two finally sleeping together?" Wilson pushed his jacket behind his wrists and looked intently at the two people in front of him that he thought he knew.

"Wilson, we can talk about this in the morning." Cuddy tried to reach out to the emotional colleague and friend.

"No, let's talk about now." He waited for any kind of hostility and then continued. "How long has this been going on?"

"Long enough to know it just isn't about sex." House said trying to hide the smile on his face.

"Do you love her?"

"Yes." House finally smiled.

"Do you love him?" Wilson turned his complete focus on Cuddy.

"Of course." At Cuddy's words Wilson wished he could take Cuddy away from House. Just to show him what he has been living with for so long.

"Doesn't anyone else know?" Wilson was a little agitated.

"Not that we know." House and Cuddy's voice synced each others.

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The taste of victory crept into House's mouth. The more they talked amongst themselves the stronger it became. "Are you guys going to continue to talk long enough for me to go potty?" House smirked remembering his failed attempt at getting Rachael potty trained. Still to young.

"One more moment." The man that had been doing most of the talking stuck out his finger.

House sighed knowing that this was going to take longer. "Just out of curiosity, did you take this long with Lisa?" The board turned to face him. Wilson sat there in shock at hearing his friend's first name.

"I believe we all have come to a conclusion. If you could step out into the hall we will call you in with on verdict." House thought about his addiction. He thought about how close he had come to going to jail, had he had almost lost his license. If it wasn't for Cuddy he would have.

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Cuddy stormed into House office. The ting white envelop in her hand. "Jury duty?" House looked up at her. "Pass it off on some dumbass kid that is too stupid to get off it."

"It's from the Board directors." Cuddy slammed the envelope on his paper filled desk. "Did you not get one?" She didn't wait for an answer. "We're being served." She plopped herself in the chair across from him.

"I haven't checked my mailbox today, or yesterday or last week." House picked up the envelope. "Please punish me o' grateful one."

His index finger and thumb had found his way into the tiny envelope and pulled out the piece of paper.

Board of Directors

Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital

181 Main Street
Princeton, NJ

(233)-555-1045

Dear, Dr. Lisa Cuddy:

This letter is regarding your personal violation with hospital policy. We the board feel that your actions should be resolved with a consequence.

Please contact us as soon as possible so we can set up a date.

Thank for your time,

Bill Johnson,

President

House's eyes scanned over the paper. "Okay so maybe this isn't about us."

"What isn't about you?" Kutner's voice cut of Cuddy before she could say something.

"Nothing." Cuddy stood up. She reached for the letter but House declined it.

"I'll take this to Wilson." House placed it back in the envelope. "Now, what do you want?" House grunted at the thought that something negative might come from their relationship. That maybe he would get hurt way sooner then he expected.

"The patient's rash has expanded." Kutner smiled.

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"How'd it go?" Cuddy hugged him not caring at the moment who seen.

"They didn't grill me. I think you got the worst of it." House wrapped his arms around her. He wasn't comfortable showing his feelings at work, but knew that this called for a little PDA.