Hi guys! Just wanted to thank all the reviews! One of them had tips of how should I write, and I will follow it. But not on this fanfic, on the next one. This here is what I call mid of the story. We'll have 4 or 5 more chapters before the end, but I can't promise it will be huddy. I prefer to leave it as a surprise for you. Next chapter will be more on the medicine, because I need some time to think of huddy scenes. Well, as always, sorry for mistakes on the writing and good lecture!

Chapter 6

As soon as Wilson and House got to PPTH, Wilson ran through the parking lot, with House right behind him, but as soon as they got inside, Wilson slowed down, so that House could catch up with him. People started to stare House with weird looks, but he honestly didn't give a damn to what they were thinking. The only thing that mattered now was to heal Rachel.

As soon as they got inside the elevator, Wilson pressed the buttons of the 2nd and the 4th floor.

-Where are you going? –House asked

-I'm going to talk to see if Rachel's fever is gone and if Cuddy is ok, but while I do that, you are going to your office and start to think of what is wrong if Rachel.

-No-House didn't want to see Cuddy right now, but he really needed to see how Rachel was doing. Because even though he'd never admit it, he cared. And he was going to do everything to save Rachel, not for her mother, and not for anybody, just for himself, to make sure she was ok.

-House...-Wilson started, but House cut him off.

-I want to see Rachel.-He said, not going to give up on that

-Ok-Wilson said, in defeat.

Then, the doors opened, and they made their way, as fast as House's cane could to Rachel's room.

In the door, House stopped. What would Cuddy look like now? He was angry at her when she told the cops were he was, but now he simply didn't mind. All he wanted now was that Cuddy forgave him for what he had done. He didn't regretted doing that at first, but then he found out that he still had feelings for her. So he called, wanting to tell that he still loved her, but he ended up in prison and broken hearted.

-It´s better if she doesn't know.-He concluded, and then forced himself to calm down. With a quick "I'm fine'' look for Wilson, he limped into the room.

Inside the room, the first thing that got his attention, wasn't the little girl lied I'm bed, covered of ice packs. No, the first thing that he saw was two green eyes staring right to him. Her eyes.

Blue grayed met Blue skied in such an intense look, that from that moment on, she knew that he still loved her. She had to hold back a smile. But then, she saw how broken he was, and instead of felling sorry for him, she got angry. She got angry, because she knew why he was broken, but he didn't have the right to be. She should be broken, the love of her life drove into her house without even caring if he was going to hurt someone. He could have hurt her. No, worst than that, he could have hurt Rachel. And that, was something he had done to her. So she had the right for telling the cops were he was.

-But then why do I feel so guilty?-She thought, angry at herself, but never taking her eyes away from his blue skied ones.

-Cuddy, are you ok? –Wilson's voice brought her back to reality. House looked away from her, and she stared at Wilson.

-I'm fine.

-You sure? I called you 5 times before you answered

-Yes, I'm just tired.

-How's Rachel's fever?

-It's decreasing slowly. Now she's with a 101.7.

-That's good Cuddy. She's going to be okay.

Cuddy gave a worried look at Rachel.

-I hope so.

- I hate to disturb you two, but I need to find out what is wrong with her.-House said, pointing his cane to Rachel.

-Ok, so Wilson, before you get House to his old office...

-I think I'm old enough to go by myself, mom.-House said in a Mocking tone.

-... I want you to find Foreman and tell him that House is back, but he still in charge.

-But mooooom!

Wilson ignored House, and answered:

-Sure, come on House, let's go.

But before House could give one step, Cuddy said:

-Actually, I want to talk with House alone.

Both House and Wilson got surprised at that.

-Are you sure you can handle that ? –Wilson asked, and pointed to House

-Hey! –He pretended to be hurt.

-Wilson, I handled House for over twenty years, so I'm pretty sure i can handle him for a few more minutes.-She said with an angry tone.

Wilson understood and walked out of there, going to find Foreman.

Soon as Wilson left, Cuddy closed the curtains and the door, very fast. House just watched, kind of curious. When she finished, she gave a look at him, and he started talking very low, to not wake Rachel up.

-So, what can I do for the best gossip girl in this town?

-What? –She asked, but then understood why he was speaking low.

-Speak normally House, she's sedated.-Cuddy said, getting closer to him.

-I said what can I do for the best gossip girl in this town?

Cuddy suddenly got angry all over again. He had no right to blame her for that. It was his fault that he went to jail, and only his own.

-I had the right to tell the cops where you were! You could have hurt me that day! Worst, you could have hurt Rachel! –She screamed.

House didn't answer, so she kept talking:

-House, you destroyed my living room!

-Look to the good side, you always wanted to reform your living room! –He shouted back, and looked into her eyes.

That was when she really saw how broken he was. In normal circumstances, she would regret screaming with him. But not today, today it made her even madder.

-Don't give me that look! You don't have the right to be broken! I should be broken House, because...-She lowered her voice- that day was the day you destroyed my life!-Tears were falling from both of her eyes.-How the hell could you call me after that?

House didn't answer. Instead, he walked towards the door. Cuddy realized he was going to leave, and got in the way.

-Answer me! –She was fighting back tears now.-Please...

-Fine!-House screamed, and looked right into her eyes.

-The only reason I called you that night, was to tell you how sorry I was. To tell you how much I regretted doing it, and instead of accepting my apology, the person I love called the cops to arrest me. So yes broke your house. But you...-He lowered his voice-You broke my heart.

Cuddy got out of his way soon as he stopped talking and let him go. Now, all her angry had turned into regret. Yes, he had destroyed her house, but despite the money and anger, that was an easy thing to fix. But she had done worse. She broke his heart. And that, that would take a lot more of time to fix.

She closed the door of the room again, and sat on the chair, right next to Rachel's bed, crying. She cried for what seemed ours, until the exhaustion, both from the fight with House and for the worry with Rachel got her sleeping.

House had limped to get away so fast, that he didn't saw Wilson coming straight in his direction.

POFT

-WHAT THE HELL?-was all Wilson could say, before House's cane fell in his head.

-OUCH!-House, that had already stood up, and was trying to get his balance back, had to hold a laugh, while Wilson cursed the cane, and rubbed his head.

Wilson stood up, concerned. Why House was running away from Rachel's room?

–House, you ok? –He asked, but already knew what the answer was going to be.

-I'm fine

That was when both House and Wilson noticed that doctors, nurses and patients were staring at them.

-DON'T YOU GUYS HAVE ANYTHING TO DO?-house asked, angrily. So everybody returned to what they were doing before. And House limped away from Wilson, straight to the elevators.

The oncologist stood up worried, and ran to the elevators as well. He needed to know what had happened in that room.

-So, what happened between you and Cuddy? –Wilson asked, soon as they were inside the elevator.

-Nothing. I just told her some of the truth.

Wilson didn't understood what House meant by that, but before he could ask, the elevator doors opened and House left, straight to his office.

Wilson didn't follow him. Instead he decided to let it go for a while, and went straight to his own office.

A/N:Next chapter, things are going to get worse HUAHAHAHAAH. I'm evil, I know. But I can leave you guys with that: I just love happy endings! And huddy. See you next week!