I guess we all know that I don't own anything ... *sighs*

A Different Song

Cuddy had told them that she didn't want any traditional songs. She hadn't told them the reason. But that didn't mean that she hadn't had a very good one.

Once more, fate seemed to hate her.

It had took some words before she'd realized the disaster which was going to happen if she wasn't out of the room within the next seconds.

Jeremiah was a bullfrog
Was a good friend of mine
I never understood a single word he said
But I helped him a-drink his wine
And he always had some mighty fine wine

The room. It was filled with all shades of gold and green and red. They even had a big tree in the middle of the room. For a moment, she was irritated by one dreidel hanging in the middle of the stars and angels. Who would hang a dreidel … ? Never mind … [- do you remember Wilson's comment? ;-)]

She was just a few meters away from the door when she felt his gaze upon her.


There was no need for her to ask him why he was observing her. She knew. Somehow, it was her own fault that he was looking at her now. When she'd picked out the dress she was wearing now she'd known that – by the way it was showing a big part of "the twins" – it would catch his attention. For a moment, she had hesitated, but then she'd decided that she wouldn't mind House looking at her.

Ever since that fateful night when they'd shared the kiss she'd wanted him to look at her, to talk to her, to kiss her again.

She shook her head to clear her mind.

A few more steps and she was out of the room.

Cuddy closed the door behind her and sighed. She was relieved. No more music.

Now she could allow herself to let the tears escape from her eyes.

Only a few seconds later the door opened and closed again.

Even if she hadn't recognized him due to the sound of his cane, she would have known that it was House.

"What do you want, House?" She didn't turn around.

But he came nearer until she could feel his breath on her neck.

"Cuddy, look at me."

No reaction.

"Please …"

She wouldn't show him her hurt.

"Lisa …"

She hated him for knowing how to push her buttons.

"Greg, what do you want?" Her voice sounded weak and she was sure that he would know that she'd been crying.

Gently his hands touched her shoulders.

Suddenly, she turned around to face him. "Was it you? Is that another one of your cruel jokes? Because I REALLY don't think that it's funny …"

His voice was calm. "It wasn't me."

"Then what do you want if you're not here to celebrate your victory?!"

She was looking straight into his eyes and that's when she realized that he wasn't smiling. He looked almost as hurt as she was feeling.

The music was getting louder and she could make out the words once more.

Joy to the world
All the boys and girls now
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me

New tears were running down her cheeks. So she closed her eyes and hoped to just forget everything.

Then she heard him singing along and for a few moments she was sure that he was trying to hurt her. But when she heard the words and felt his hands tenderly caressing her face she realized that he was just trying to make it all better.

If I were the king of the world
Tell you what I'd do
I'd throw away the cars and the bars and the war
Make sweet love to you


A/N: THX, Sarah!