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After a moment that seemed to last forever, she slammed into his body, her hands struggling to grab the gun away from him. His eyes shot wide open as the flying woman drilled into him and clawed at the gun in his hand. He realized who she was and relinquished the gun without a fight. She was sitting on his stomach and holding the gun as if it were a repulsive towel she wanted to jettison into the sun. She flung the gun away from them and she jumped when the gun discharged and a lamp on a small table by the door exploded. She looked out House who was glaring at the gun furiously.

“Now the damn thing goes off. It was so hard to even budge the damn trigger.” He seemed to forget she was there. He glanced at her and then at her hands, which were resting on his exposed chest. “If I’d know this was what it took to get us in this,” he paused and took advantage of her low cut shirt, “compromising of a position I’d have done it a long time ago.” She glared at him with tears running down her cheeks. His eyes softened and his hand moved to brush her tears away. She leaned into the warmth of his hand slightly.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry Lisa.” His eyes were soft and regretful. He pulled her down into a hug.

“Why were you going to?” She whispered in his ear, her voice full of pain. He held her tighter.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Well I want to know.”

“That’s too damn bad.” There came a knock at the door. Neither one moved for a moment then Cuddy pushed herself off of House’s chest and hurried to the door trying to make sure she didn’t look too rumpled. She opened the door to find a blue uniformed police officer towering above her.

“We had a report of a shot fired in this residence.” He stated simply in his deep voice. “Is everything alright?” The officer was looking over her and she glanced behind her to see that a very rumpled House had limped into his living room. His hair was a mess and his shirt hung open. His eyes were dead looking and that scared Cuddy. She looked at the cop uncertainly.

“Hang on a second.” She walked over to House who was now coming out of his zombie-mode and looking almost panicked.

“Are you going to tell him?” House asked softly. He was watching the cop who was straining to hear what the two were saying. Cuddy took a breath and looked House dead in the eye.

“I won’t tell anyone if you tell me why you were going to.” House looked annoyed by her ultimatum. He weighed the options, tell her why and go to the loony-bin or let her tell the cop he’d tried to off himself and then go to the loony-bin. Neither seemed particularly appealing. He decided Cuddy was the safer and more enticing option. He nodded and she breathed a sigh of relief. She walked back over to the cop and told him everything was fine and the gun had gone off while House had been cleaning it and the only victim was a cheap lamp. The cop insisted on checking the apartment and after finding a certain lack of dead bodies and blood pools, he gave House a brief lecture on gun safety and left.

Cuddy watched House pour himself a drink. He poured her one too.

“You’ll need it.” He said as he handed it to her. She took it and they both sat down on House’s couch and he began confiding his deepest darkest secrets that pained him far more than his leg ever had, to one of the two people he would have missed the most.