I had a dream and I am writing a fic on it…well my dream was on a specific part but out of that part I created a fic.

I couldn’t help myself after Knowns Unkowns…TEH best episode EVER!!! Even though Cuddy did get busted with Lucas in her room…which after careful reconsideration and replays of the epi I have come to a conclusion: Lucas is just another ugly pesky bump in the road for Huddy and as far as I’m concerned Cuddy left the dance because she was busted for falling for House…again;)))

Oh and the news on episode 14…*squee and then dances*

I feel a song coming on…

Cuddy’s POV

It’s 3 AM and the one laying volgende to me is not the one I want it to be. He’s nice, cute, funny, and most of all he’s there when I’m not. But is that enough for me to love? My brain says yes but my hart-, hart says no.

House. He’s usually self loathing, egotistical, sarcastic, and…not charming. But not this time. This time he was sweet, funny, gentle, and best of all…he was trying.

Was that enough to win me over? Apparentley yes, because in the short moments we discussed our college days my hart-, hart was taken over and a weird feeling numbed me. My stomach got all fluttery, my hart-, hart raced, my blood pumped, my toes tickled, and a laugh errupted with a smile…was this love? Did Gregory House’s ‘3-minute-charm’ trick work? I think it did…that’s why I left. I left because I felt guilty. Not just because I was already taken at the moment, but because I found myself head-over-heels in love (again) for House.

I’m ripped out of my thoughts door Lucas’ hand on my hip and I feel him shift closer to me in his sleep. This isn’t how it should be. I shouldn’t be with a man just because he is good for my reputation and kid. Especially when I am madly in love with another man. I feel a tear run down my cheek and that’s when I know…I’m done pretending and trying to make myself love Lucas. No matter how hard I try, I can’t hide the truth from myself.

I get up slowly, careful not to wake him, and then pull on some jeans and an old tee overhemd, shirt and then quickly brush my teeth and pull my messy hair back. When I come back into the bedroom I see Lucas sitting on the bed, head in his hands.

“H-hey…I didn’t mean to wake you.” I was clearly nervous. “No. u didn’t wake me…but it would be nice if u gave me atleast a little warning before u break up with me.” He smiled while talking and my face emmediatley changed form surprise to worry. “I-I…I wasn’t sure yet.” That’s my excuse? I wasn’t sure yet? “Please. If u weren’t sure u wouldn’t be having conflicting thoughts and then sneaking out to go see House. u love him don’t you, Lisa?” I started to cry and regreted crying because he then apologized. “No. Don’t apologize…I’m the one who’s leaving you…It’s just. I don’t know if I’m making the right decision.” Lucas got up and gave me a hug…I hugged back quickly.

“Lisa. I cannot make u happy. I can try and try but in the end u won’t be happy with me. House will make u happy…he’ll make u feel a lot of things. I wouldn’t have zei that a jaar geleden but I truly do think he has changed for the better and from what u told me…he’s trying. He loves you.” I shook my head as tears rushed down. “I doubt it…” “He does…I know for a fact. When u told me I should go talk to him…well I talked to him. He might have let it slip that he loves you.” I wiped away my tears and shook my head again. “House doesn’t say the ‘L’ word.” Why was I even having this conversation with Lucas?! “…I must be going def then.” I didn’t answer him…I didn’t look at him. “Lisa…I understand. Am I hurt? Yes, but it’s only natural for me to feel hurt for a little bit. Will I get over it? I gurantee u I’ll get over it.” He was being so sweet…I was lucky to have had him for the short time I did. I just wish I could have let him have me for a short time.

I nodded and wiped away the last of my tears as he smiled and started for the door. “Lucas.” I felt I needed to say goodbye properley, afterall that was the least I could do. I placed a small kiss on his cheek and smiled up at him. “Thankyou…for everything.” “I wish you, House, and Rachel the best of luck.” And with that he walked out. I felt horrible but I knew I was doing the right thing. Quickly grabbing Rachel, careful not to wake her, and my keys, I headed out the door.

House sat at his piano playing and drinking his bourban while thinking. And now it was 3 AM and he’s still up playing and thinking…and drinking. Lucky Wilson had a cold and had taken some NyQuil so was out COLD.

House’s playing and thoughts…and drinking…were interupted door a knock on the door. He sighed and got up, realizing it was abnormal for someone to visit at 3 AM. Considering Wilson usually doesn’t get visiters at such a time, it must have been for House. He opened the door and was surprised to see who it was. “House…can we talk?”

Thankyou for reading and I updated quickly and chapter 2 is…link