You might want to read the prequel to this, Roommate Rules or else some of this exposition won't make sense. I'll try to sum up as best as I can. Okay. So, House and Cuddy were living together and sleeping together, and then she hired him and moved out. They were planning on being in a relationship as soon as they got settled in their jobs. And then we pick up here... It's been 2 weeks since she hired him and they last slept together.
House burst through the doors of Cuddy's office. "I hate them all. They're stupid." He was talking about his new employees- black dude, blondie, and Aussie. He didn't know why she had insisted on him hiring anyone. She did most of the hiring anyway. And he didn't need them. All they did was give him wrong diagnoses.
She was reading some paperwork and glared at him. "They are all qualified for this job."
"They slow me down." He leaned over and gripped the edge of her desk. He hadn't gotten this close to her in weeks and it was driving him insane.
"They help you." She slowly put down the papers that she had in her hand. "You didn't come in to talk about your new employees anyway."
"Guilty." She was completely right. He was glad that she'd caught on so quickly. He did relish the opportunity to complain about his new shadows, but getting laid was much more important at the moment. He sat down in one of the chairs in front of her desk. "It's been two weeks since we started working here."
"So?" She looked back down at the papers again.
She knew what he was hinting at, yet she was avoiding him. He didn't take it as a good sign. He let his fingers pinch his chin and feel the stubble there. "You said that we could get back together after we'd been working here for a while."
"Oh." She blushed. Clearly, she'd thought about it and she felt guilty. "I need more time."
It was a cliched answer that meant that she didn't want to be with him. Every day, he'd been counting down the days until he'd talk to her about this and he'd been preparing himself for this moment, when she said no. It still sucked. "So you changed your mind. Got it." He moved slightly, like he was going to leave, but didn't fully stand up, wanting her to stop him.
"Wait." She pushed back on her chair and rose up to her feet. "That's not what I said." She walked over to the windows in her office and shut all the blinds. It took her a few minutes, but when they were all firmly closed, she stepped close to him and put her hands on his chest. "I just need a little longer. I need to secure my place here."
"It's secure." She was making excuses. His frustration with her was betrayed by his body as he took a step closer to her and wrapped her hands around her waist. He could feel the extent of every breath she took. "Don't lie to me. You're hesitating because of me."
"We shouldn't be talking about this at work." She eyed the doors to her office. He felt her ribs begin to contract and expand much quicker.
"Stop it." She kept evading him, and he wasn't going to let her get away. Either they were going to be together or they weren't, and he wanted an answer now. "What are you really thinking?" He wanted to kiss her- her lips, her cheek, her neck, anything, but figured it would be unfair to suade her based on passion.
She didn't say anything at first, just pressed her ear against his chest. At least she wasn't withdrawing from him. He lifted his hands to her elbows, and then pressed his forearms against her back, holding her in place.
After a minute, she started talking, "I'm scared," she admitted, whispering fiercely. "I'm afraid that you've lost interest in me. I don't want things to go back to the way they were before. I'm afraid that we can't keep this working relationship in balance if I get involved with you. I'm afraid the board will find out. Two weeks is still so new..Most of all, I'm afraid of what you're thinking." She sighed and squeezed his shirt, letting the fabric thread through her fingers.
He nodded, and thought about his response. He wanted to sound like he had listened to her, like he wasn't completely narcississtic. "That's a lot of fear. We need to grow you a backbone." Or a thicker skin, like he had.
"I have a backbone," she claimed. "I'm just tired with work and everything. It's catching up to me." She seemed sincere, but he couldn't decide if she was trying to look so haggard, or if she really was so stressed out.
"It's never too late to face your fears, Cuddy." He leaned forward, so his face was closer to hers. He remembered that she was afraid of what he was thinking, and she really shouldn't be. Unless she was coming to her senses and knew how dangerous a relationship with him could be. Either way, he wanted to relieve her of her fears or at least the fear of the unknown. "I'm thinking...about you. A lot. Because we said that being apart again was not an option for us, that this separation was only temporary. It doesn't feel temporary." Being honest with her felt so unnatural. It almost made him sick, but he was getting better at it. He had to constantly remind himself that he had tried the other way- not being with her, lying- and it had failed.
"I don't even know how I would be in a relationship with you. I'm so used to what we had before." She spoke so softly. Her lips were almost pink and he didn't know if it was her lip gloss or if they were just naturally like that. He ducked his head and inhaled the scent of her face.
She was so used to his sleeping around, not caring about what she wanted. He wasn't so keen on the idea of having to show her how he felt about her, but he figured it was necessary to keep her in his life. "How about dinner? We can go out?"
She turned her head away from his and stared at the pile of paperwork on her desk. "I really shouldn't."
"Cuddy." He said, firmly. He wasn't going to take any of this bullshit or her playing around, especially when she wanted him. He knew she did.
"Okay. We can grab a quick bite to eat." She tore herself away from his arms and it was almost painful. "I have to get stuff done now."
He grabbed her arms and kissed her quickly before she could move too far away. Yep, lip gloss. He licked it off his lips. He watched her as she sat down in her chair. She moved her hips from side to side, trying to get comfortable and put her arms on the desk. Her fingers came up to press into her temples.
"Headache?" He asked. From him, likely. He hadn't exactly been easy to get along with the past few weeks, but she had been trying his patience. He wanted her the day that they'd had sex in the bar, and she was depriving him.
"Yep." She didn't look up. "Just tired." It crossed his mind that she was deprived as well.
"Well, get untired. I'd like to have sex again sometime before I die."
She shot him a fake, half-second smile. He was unsatisfied, but he left her like that.
"Ready to go?" He asked her, sauntering. He'd paced outside for about twenty minutes, deciding how to approach her and predicting how their date would go. It wouldn't kill him to take her out...once. Past this date, they were just going to have pizza in his apartment.
"Yes." She smiled at him and he could tell she was trying to be more pleasant. "Just let me grab my coat." She picked it up from her coat rack. She lowered her voice. "I think we should drive separately, just in case someone sees us leave together."
"But you don't know where we're going!" He complained. There was hardly anyone in the hospital anyway and he was sure they could come up with an excuse for driving together.
"You could tell me, and then I'd know," She suggested, as they exited her office. She locked the door.
They walked to the parking lot. "I am all for having a stealthy relationship. Secrets are sexy...but this is just annoying." The first woman he'd loved in a while, and he had to keep it a secret. He wanted everyone who hated him would know that he was loved. He supposed that Wilson and Sam knowing was enough for now.
"At least we can be together at your apartment." She subtly hooked her arm in his until they got to his car.
"Just get in the car, Cuddy." He wanted to drive her to their first date. It wasn't too much to ask, he thought. He was being chivalrous. This is how he planned it out.
"I'm taking mine." She headed off in the other direction, but slowly, like she wanted him to convince her to stay with him. More games, he thought, but he enjoyed persuading her as long as she eventually came to him.
"You can just ride with me in the morning."
"Yeah, like that's not suspicious at all," She said sarcastically. She backed away, her boots clicking on the hard concrete.
"I'll bring you back late tonight or early tomorrow." He didn't know what made him offer that, but he knew he'd do anything to get her in his car. He was slightly uncomfortable with how she'd changed him. Before, he'd never offer to do anything for his women. He wasn't used to compromising like this. He wanted it his way, no questions asked. He'd gotten off on that in the past, the power that he could have over women. Not with Cuddy. He liked her pushing his boundaries and he knew that losing her wasn't an option, but it was making him a little nervous.
"Okay." She came back to him. They both climbed into the car and buckled their seatbelts, and he pulled out of the parking lot.
"I'm sorry about all this stuff," she said softly, meaning the hiding and the secrecy. Evidently, she'd gotten the stick out of her ass that she'd had up there for the past two weeks. "I missed you and it's easier to not miss you when I'm frustrated with you about work."
"It's fine," he said, keeping his eyes on the road. He offered her his hand and she took it while he drove.
"All the hospital- business- politics...it drives me insane."
He could feel her watching him, but he didn't know what to say. He didn't share her affinity for following the rules, but he didn't want to be insensitive. So, he said nothing.
"I said I was sorry," she said, but her words seemed insincere when her voice sounded so pissed off.
"Didn't say I was mad," he retorted. He felt her hand twitched to withdraw from his, but he held onto it. "Here we are..."
She stared at the restaurant's name. Sakana. Sushi bar. "It's our first date and you're taking me to a sushi restaurant? What if I hate sushi?"
They both got out of the car and he locked it. She looked at him, perplexed, "How do you know that?"
"You have sushi every Monday for lunch. Or you had. I haven't seen you eat it since you became dean." He rushed up to the steps to hold the door open for her.
She shook her head and entered. "You're crazy. How the hell did you know that?"
"Ahhh." He followed her in. "That's for me to know and for you to never find out." Really, it was a combination of remembering what day she washed her chopsticks from home and noticing if she drank a lot of water because the salty soy sauce made her thirsty. "Anyway, this stuff is much better than the crap you buy from the grocery store." He went up to the waiter, "Kappuru."
"You speak Japanese?"
"A little." He curled his fingers around her arm as the waiter lead them to their table. She put her hand over his and peered around to see if she knew anyone. "Quit worrying," He told her. "This is where people bring someone they're dating that they don't want other people to know about." That wasn't at all true, but he could see that she half-believed him.
"Thanks." Cuddy rolled her eyes as the waiter pulled out her chair.
"What to drink?" The waiter asked.
House ordered them two sakes. He needed to loosen her up with a little alcohol.
"I don't want to drink!" Cuddy whined, scrunching her face up. "I have to work tomorrow."
"This is going to be less fun than I anticipated," he said without thinking. He guessed it wasn't the nicest thing to say, but she was the one being a grouch, so he didn't feel too bad.
She snapped back at him immediately, "Are you regretting this already?"
"Are you trying to make me?" He was unhappy with all of her anxiety and rules. She was supposed to be fun, like back when they were roommates.
She said nothing, just played with the tablecloth resting on her lap. He would not let himself feel guilty because she was the one making this relationship difficult. He looked forward to screwing her afterward. Whatever they lacked emotionally as a couple, they could always score in the bedroom.
The waiter was prompt with their sakes. He watched her take a sip and then make a face. "Ew. I don't want it." She pushed it towards him.
He sighed and pulled it to his side of the table. He took a couple of large swallows of his own drink. So, the sake was a flop, but she would love the sushi. He really had taken time to find a place that she would like. He didn't want to screw up, as much as it seemed like that. He took the paper that they used to order, and asked her, "Whaddya want?"
"California roll, please," She said, politely.
"That's it?" He laughed. He marked them down for the california rolls, 'dragonfire' sashimi, and a large sample platter of all the popular sushi rolls, and handed the paper to the waiter. "You'll be adventurous with your taste buds tonight," he told her.
She frowned. "I don't know. I haven't been feeling too well."
The way this was headed, their first date was looking like a failure. In this event, he wouldn't count this as their first date, but the time they first slept together at Michigan. "Maybe you just haven't eaten enough?"
"Or maybe it's my anxiety-ridden job." She took a sip of her water.
"Your job isn't worth it, then." He just wanted her to quit. This job was screwing everything up for them. He noticed the way she kept glancing around to watch for anyone they knew. "Stop worrying. No one is here."
"You don't know that." Her lips said she doubted him, but her eyes stopped wandering and he knew she trusted him. "My job is worth it. I've wanted this forever."
"You wanted to be a doctor, not an administrator." He threw back another mouthful of sake.
"It is better than I could have imagined," She seemed to be trying to convince herself.
"It is making you sick." He deemed her too stubborn to change her mind in one night, but he knew if he kept working on it, she would fold.
"It's just the first couple of weeks that are so stressful." He felt her leg rub against his under the table. "It'll get better."
He thought that she was lying to herself, but he couldn't tell her that. He reached down and grasped her knee and brought her foot into his lap. He released the buckle on the strappy sandal she was wearing and took off her shoe. He ran his fingers over the indentations that the shoe had created. His palms skimmed over her skin, followed by the tips of his fingers. He didn't massage her, just touched her.
He looked up at her.
"Foot fetish?" She laughed.
"No." He continued with his light brushes, almost tickling her foot. "Just wanted to touch you." Somewhat of a lie. He knew he could arouse her if he focused on one of the most overworked parts of her.
He was right. She laid back in her chair and relaxed. She gave him a big smile, bigger than he's seen in, well, about two weeks. The date was looking up. "Okay. Just don't stop." It wasn't long before her foot rubbed against his thigh. He widened his knees and her toe circled over his crotch.
He caught her foot. Already, he could feel his blood rushing through his body and it all was shooting straight to his groin. It was like he'd seen an oasis after dying of thirst for a few weeks. He contemplated leaving before they'd even gotten their food and taking her straight to his apartment.
"Let's just go," she said, reading his mind.
He shook his head. "We already ordered." He stood up and moved his chair to the side so he could be closer to her. He placed a hand on her thigh and she leaned into him and tilted her head up to kiss him.
He was about ready to take her home when their food was delievered. She withdrew from him, "House! How much food did you order?"
It didn't look like a lot to him. The waiter set plates in front of him and he poured soy sauce for both of them. "How much wasabi do you like?" He said seductively.
She didn't pick up on it or she ignored him. "I'll get my own, thanks." She broke her chopsticks and picked up a small amount of the green putty without effort, stirring it into the soy sauce. "What should I eat first, Mr. Sushi Expert?"
"Tuna!" He picked it up, dunked it in her soy sauce, and held it to her lips.
She received the whole thing in her mouth, and chewed. He watched her reaction, but it was kind of hard to gauge with her mouthful of rice. He took a piece of tuna into his own mouth.
She swallowed. "I like it."
When he swallowed, he said, "I knew you liked your mouth full." He grabbed her jaw playfully and she laughed. "Now, unagi- eel."
"That looks gross." It was brown and the texture of the eel was obvious from looking at it, all scaly and rough. Most people thought it was gross at first, but she was no sushi-newbie so her reaction was surprising.
He grasped it with his chopsticks.
"I can do it." She beat him to it, feeding herself before he had a chance.
After swallowing the eel, she told him it was okay and finished off a few california rolls, more common to her palate. Slowly, they sampled yellowfin, salmon, and mackeral. He noticed her face beginning to turn red.
"It's hot in here," she said, fanning her face.
He backed away from her, trying to give her more space and air. "You don't want to try the squid?" He held up a white, gummy looking thing.
"House." She stared at the table and set down her chopsticks. "I don't feel good. I think it's the fish."
"I feel fine." It couldn't be the fish, unless she was letting the experience of trying so many new things at once get to her.
"Just thinking about another bite of fish makes me..." She shuddered and grabbed his arm. "House. Where's the bathroom?"
"Are you okay?" He probably shouldn't have asked that, from the way she looked. Stark pale, with rosy cheeks. "Just behind the bar."
"Okay." She closed her eyes momentarily and then stood up and hurried to the bathroom.
He ate a bite of squid and thought about what she'd ate. It was possible she'd gotten a bad piece, but not likely. He'd already begun a differential in his head. It was likely that it was just a bug. He just had this feeling though...that it was something awful, something that if he didn't catch it soon, she would be gone before she was ever really his. It seemed like fate was really out for him. He wondered if it was part of his duties to go into the bathroom and make sure she was okay, but he decided to wait. With any luck, she'd be out soon.
She came back after a few minutes, looking better than she did, but still sweating. She sat down, pushing back her hair.
"Did you barf?" He asked.
"Yeah. I'm fine." She drank her water, opened up her purse, and popped a piece of gum in her mouth. "No more sashimi for me though." She smiled at him.
And no sex for him, he thought. He wouldn't want her puking as he was about to orgasm. "Do you think you're sick?"
"I told you. It's just stress." She hugged her cold water to her chest, sipping it through her straw.
"It's not stress. You didn't get sick until you ate the fish." He stared at her, watched for more symptoms.
"I'm sure I'll be fine if we just wait it out." She squeezed his shoulder comfortingly and ran her hand down his arm to join with his.
He wasn't having it. "If we told our patients that, they'd all die." He motioned for the check. "Well, some of them."
"Sorry I ruined our first date." She leaned her head against his shoulder.
"It's not your fault." He pressed a kiss to her head, already planning to call his new team. Maybe they could be useful for something.
"New case." House rolled his whiteboard over to the table where his team sat, bright and early at 8am in the morning.
"Why are we here so early?" Chase complained.
"Because we have a new case." Actually, he'd dropped Cuddy off at 7 and just decided to stay. He'd tried diagnosing her himself but it was Cuddy and he couldn't think about anything but the fact that she could be dying and he couldn't help her. He thought that maybe the doctors she'd hired could actually come up with something to get him back on the right track. He started writing on the board. 'Nausea. Fatigue. Headache.'
"Is this a joke?" Foreman pointed to the board. "Those are the symptoms of almost every disease."
House didn't appreciate Foreman making light of him. "That is false. You're fired. " House sat down in a chair and leaned back. "So, what'd you think? This should be easy."
"Influenza." Cameron said. "Next case, please."
"No fever." House retorted. He knew the flu didn't necessarily come with a fever, but it didn't fit anyway. Her stomach aversion was only to fish and she hadn't experienced any chills or other symptoms of the sort.
"What's the patient's name? Where's the file?" Foreman questioned.
"You were fired," House reminded him. "More specifically, is there anything in raw fish that could cause this symptoms? Like some sort of allergy or poison?" He knew there had to be, but he couldn't think of any that would affect one person but not another.
"No more diagnoses until we know who the patient is, House," Cameron said.
Damn Foreman was putting ideas in their heads. "It's top-secret. Like for the CIA." House told them. They needed to stop asking questions, but he knew not telling them was just making them more curious. "Just tell me what it could be. I can't think straight."
"Because you are involved with the patient?" Cameron asked, suspicious. She wiped her brown bangs from her concerned eyes.
"Because I'm hungover because I got drunk on sake last night," he explained. He didn't really get drunk, but Cuddy had to drive him home, even though she was sick. The sake! He forgot. She'd only had a sip but..."Hey, is there such thing as a sake allergy? Go look it up."
"Sake and raw fish tend to go together," Foreman observed. "You were with the patient when he or she started getting sick."
"For the last time, you're fired." House hadn't been sure until this point, but now he knew that Foreman would be the idiot who was the most pain in his ass.
"Cuddy said you can't fire me." He had an unamused look on his face.
Using Cuddy against House? How dare he! House knew that he could get Cuddy to fire Foreman if he really wanted to. He had the power, being the world-renowned surgeon and all, and Foreman had to know that, "Cuddy will do whatever I tell her to."
"What was that?" Cuddy had just opened the door and looked pissed. She had one hand on her hip and she stared at House menacingly. "What are you guys talking about?"
"The CIA hired House to diagnose a patient with the flu," Foreman said, obviously not beliving the story.
"What?" Cuddy entered, intrigued, looking at House. He didn't know why she was in his office so early. Usually he didn't show up until ten and around noon she came around to retrieve him for clinic duty. With that, he figured he had at least four hours alone with his team to figure out what was wrong with her. It'd been abruptly cut short.
Cameron pointed to the board. "A patient with those symptoms. He won't tell us who it is."
Cuddy looked at the board and then stared at him again. "Oh." Her face remained emotionless. "I know what patient he's talking about." She strutted over to House. "I came in here to tell you that the patient is fine." She patted him on the chest.
"House ate sushi with the patient last night." Chase told her.
"What?" She raised up her hands as to grab his shirt or smack him in anger, but stopped. Her hands came down slowly to her side.
"They do not know that for sure." He pointed out. They couldn't prove that he was with Cuddy. "Anyway, it was relevant to the case."
"Dr. Cuddy, do something about this," Foreman pleaded. "This case is absurd."
"That case is closed." She slapped a manilla folder on their table. "New case."
Foreman opened up the folder. House grabbed it and threw it in the trash. "No. We're still on this case."
"It's not a case!" Foreman argued.
"House, quit it." Cuddy warned him.
"What's wrong with her?" House yelled, trying to overpower and scare everyone into focusing.
"Depression," Cameron suggested.
House glanced at Cuddy. She shook her head. "Nah, I don't think so. Try again." House shelved that diagnosis. It was possible, but such severe depression symptoms didn't seem likely.
"We need full disclosure, House," Chase begged of him. "We can't do this if you don't tell us more about the patient. We need a full history, availability to run tests..."
"This is your test. If you can solve this, you can stay on as my employee. I need you to be able to diagnose without seeing a patient." Hell, he did it all the time. He hated patients, preferred to avoid them.
"What do you want to know?" She paused and crossed her arms. "I've read her whole file."
She was finally playing along.
"It's a female, right?" Cameron asked. "She could be pregnant. Has she had sex? How old is she?"
"She's not pregnant." House and Cuddy both said at the same time.
"How do you know that?" Chase questioned.
Because she wasn't. That was the only explanation. She couldn't be pregnant. She was on the pill.
"Because she got her period a week ago," Cuddy said.
There was that too. "Yeah. She got her period." He'd forgotten. He'd found evidence in her trashcan earlier.
"It could still be horomonally related. Has she switched birth control recently?"
"No," House answered.
"Yes," Cuddy corrected him.
"What?" House asked. She should have told him. They should have been using condoms if she wasn't taking her birth control. "That wasn't in her file." He faced Cuddy and stepped in front of her, cutting her off from the rest of the team.
"The file that we haven't seen..." Foreman mentioned.
"Why would she switch birth controls?" House asked Cuddy. He didn't understand why she did it, and why he didn't know about it.
She stepped away from him so she could be seen again. "Because her old one gave her migranes and she'd just broken up with her boyfriend so she thought it would be a good time to switch." She explained to the whole room, not meeting his eyes.
"Did she?" He knew he had no reason to be angry, yet he was. She should have told him, he kept telling himself. At least they had a reasonable diagnosis.
"So it's just the birth control. Wonderful!" Foreman said sarcastically. He got up and fished the new case file out of the trash. "Onto a case that actually matters."
"Yes," Cuddy agreed. She distanced herself from House and made her way to the door. She motioned to the file. "Get to work." She held House's gaze for a little while longer, but no one else noticed.
House stared at her as she left, unsatisfied that he'd not found the answer.
House sat alone in his office in the afternoon, looking over the case file. It wasn't taking his mind off of Cuddy. He wondered if she'd gotten sick yet today. She seemed okay earlier, participating in the differential for herself.
Cameron opened his door and approached him. "Who was that patient, earlier?"
"Why? You have another idea?" He was interested.
Cameron didn't say anything at first. She touched the large bouncy ball on his desk. "Dr. Wilson brought Dr. Cuddy tuna fish for lunch. It made her throw up."
She knew. It didn't matter, he had to tell himself. Of course, he was screwed if Cuddy found out. "Good to know. I'll send her some Pepto Bismol." He still played indifferent. It didn't seem like Cameron would call the chairmen of the hospital about Cuddy's behavior.
"So when was the patient's last period? Before her most recent one."
He thought back. Maybe Cameron was going somewhere with this. "She didn't have one. She was on the pill."
"If she was on the pill, why'd she get her period again?"
"I really don't know. Maybe she'd let her cycle get back on track before she'd changed it." He didn't buy into the horomone diagnosis. It was feasible, but treatable and he had a feeling that she was hurting more than she was letting on.
"Spotting can occur during early pregnancy." She rolled his ball between her fingers on his desk. "You know that. You weren't thinking earlier. Foreman and Chase weren't thinking either. They just wanted to move to a new case so they slapped the first diagnosis they heard on her. You know she's pregnant. She needs an appointment with an OB."
"You really care about the patient?" She nodded. Crap, he thought. Cameron might be more of a headache than Foreman. She was trying to help, but not fruitfully. "She's not pregnant." They'd eliminated it. He was done with that diagnosis and not revisiting it.
"Was she bleeding early for her period?"
"I don't know!" She wasn't pregnant. He couldn't have gotten her pregnant. They'd barely had sex in the past few weeks.
"Tell her to take a test."
He was doubtful enough to agree.
House found himself in Cuddy's office again. He shut the door and began shutting all the blinds in reflex. "You said you switched birth control when we broke up or whatever."
"I know." She looked up. "I actually stopped taking it."
He sat down. "Why would you do that?"
"I was moving out. I wasn't going to be seeing anyone. I was going to switch but I needed to let my cycle get back on track." She thumbed through her planner.
"You're an idiot." He was becoming more and more convinced that she actually was pregnant, as much as he dreaded it. She was the one in denial. "We had sex."
"I'm sorry." She stood up and walked around her desk and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "I got my period though. We're okay."
"It was spotting. You need to take a pregnancy test."
"I don't think I'm pregnant. But I'll take a test if it'll make you feel better." She slid in front of him and sat on her desk. He cupped behind her knees and pulled her forward."
"We're at work." She locked her legs and knees together.
"I just want to feel you up. I promise I'll be real fast." Before she could object, he brought his hand up and squeezed her boob.
"Ow." She pushed his hand off, and then looked at him pitifully.
He stood up and walked to the corner of the room. "Yeah, you're pregnant."
A/N: I know it's hard to buy that Cuddy AND House couldn't diagnose her pregnancy, but I hope it worked.
Um also, I made all the medical stuff up and I'm kind of paranoid about that so don't be too hard on me please.