Guys, guys, guys. My wonderful readers and reviewers. I'm so sorry. I've let life get in the way of my writing! I've missed it so much! This summer I've promised to make it more of a priority. Starting with this story, here is part two. I don't yet know how many parts it will be. Definitely let me know if you're interested in more.

What's everyone been doing since I've been gone? I've gotten myself into The Walking Dead, Gossip Girl, Mad Men, Smash and New Girl! I'm also thrilled Cougar Town is back on! Don't let the name turn you off of it, it's such a great show!

Read on! Hunger Games this weekend! Read the books if you haven't yet. So good.

Maddie

Disclaimer: I don't own House and I certainly don't write for season 8 of House. I don't know who that House is actually. *sigh*

Flashback sometime in May 2011 *if you didn't read part one Say Something, you should do that ;)

She grabbed his hips and pulled him towards her. He avoided her gaze for a while, until he couldn't avoid not looking at her beautiful eyes. And slowly they embraced, his arms going around her back as they hugged tightly, eyes closed.

But then House opened his eyes and saw Cuddy's sister and the guys looking at them out of the front door, and Cuddy saw Wilson observing them from the car too.

They stepped away from each other.

"My brush," Cuddy murmured, slightly giggling, noticing it in his hand. And House gave a small smile.

But then Cuddy's guests walked out of the door.

"Lisa, I think we're all gonna go. Give you two some privacy." She noted, gesturing towards House.

"Me too House." Wilson said approaching them. "Keys?"

Cuddy grabbed House's hand. "Please stay."

House walked back into her house, as Lisa's sister and guests left for their cars. Her new boyfriend had offered to stay, probably because he wasn't sure he could leave Lisa alone with him, the yelling psychopath handicap, but Cuddy assured him no harm would come of his visit. It was in her house that he learned Cuddy didn't really have a new boyfriend. "You cannot act that way!" She had demanded once inside.

House was surprised and laughed, "Oh, sorry, I didn't realize telling your guests to leave and letting me into your house meant we were going to keep fighting."

She ignored him. "I cannot believe you reacted the way you did out there because you thought I was on a date. Seriously?" She rolled her eyes, "After our talk last week, you thought I'd lie?"

He shuffled around the room nervously, realizing he'd been a fool. "I know, I know." he nodded, "I guess I got a little crazy- although in my defense-"

"Housey, Housey!" Rachel yelled, running into the room and grabbing his legs.

House smiled, shyly, wishing the rugrat hadn't run into the room yet, as he wanted to get this conversation over with with her mother. Nevertheless, he adored her.

"Hello squirmy," he said, picking her up from the waste. "Oh! Heavy squirmy that is.."

"Hey!" Cuddy laughed, turning around the put the dishes into her kitchen sink.

"What? She doesn't know what I mean by that. Plus she's almost 3. Just getting heavy to carry is all." and he smiled and began asking questions to Rachel about her day.

Suddenly he noticed Cuddy glancing at him periodically as he held Rachel. He smiled back at her, stopping once he saw she had begun to cry.

"Hey, Rach, isn't Clifford on at 4?" He asked, smiling down at her.

That did it. Rachel grinned as he set her down. She took off for the living room. And House approached Cuddy.

"What's up?"

She shrugged turning towards the sink, "Just a lot of dishes."

He nodded unconvincingly. "You know that I'm sorry, right? That that ass you saw only moments before, well he's gone now?"

"You were being an ass," she smiled, giggling, "Well maybe..."

"More than usual?" he smiled.

She nodded back and continued with the dishes, tears apparently gone.

House scratched his head nervously. That was weird. He wanted confirmation that she was actually okay.

"So... that's it? Fight over?"

She took the washcloth, drying her hands slowly and sighed. House could tell she was trying to tell him something.

He continued. "Look, again, I'm sorry. Last week you made it seem like you wanted me to open up, you wanted...I don't know. I thought you wanted our friendship back or whatever. It was my way back in. And I guess when I saw that guy at your table and you were laughing and with your family...I thought something crazy, okay? My mistake. Innocent mistake by the way. That guy was so into you."

She laughed. "All to deliver that hairbrush."

After a minutes silence House murmured, "You know, I do really miss you."

She nodded, not making any movement toward him. She stopped doing the dishes, looked up and out the window longingly.

That nervous feeling returned. "Just say it." he whispered.

Sighing, she turned towards him. "I'm moving."

Three years later. Present day.

"Yes, Wilson I'm coming. When? Right now! Yes, literally! Rachel's taken care of- don't leave. I'm coming to you."

Putting her cell phone away and turned to Sheila, a nice girl that worked for 8.50 an hour, (plus the only babysitter she could get at this late notice), reminding her about Rachel's bedtime and school hour tomorrow morning.

"Mommy!" Rachel screamed enthusiastically.

"Yes! Come give me a hug goodbye."

Her 6 year old came running. She had unfortunately become accustomed to Cuddy leaving at random times, after all, she was a doctor, so she was not upset in the least.

"Are you gonna fix people?" She smiled, constantly dazzled by her mother fixing people.

"No, not this time."

"Have a wonderful time at the conference Miss. Cuddy. Call if you have any questions, but I have her schedule pretty figured out."

Cuddy nodded, feeling a stab of guilt lying to her daughter and babysitter, "All of my emergency contacts are listed on the fridge, as well as my cell and pager number but Rachel knows those."

Hearing her name, Rachel beamed and began rattling off her mother's cell and work phone numbers.

After saying goodbye, she headed to her car, placed her bags in the trunk and began driving. Her cell phone had not stopped ringing.

Finally she picked up. "IS HE DYING?" she screamed, rolling her eyes, annoyed. "Good. Okay I'll be there as soon as I can. And Wilson," she paused, "I hope this is a good idea."

TBC

I know this still leaves a lot of questions lingering, but it's the best I could do now! I will update soon! Thanks friends!