A/N: This just had to come out of my head...

House's tracks stop when he enters the dimly lit toom. Her aroma, simultaneously spicy and sweet, hits him with a gust from his left. His head turns.

She is sitting on the couch, holding a black and white photograph. House is curious.

"What is that?"

He can see her face turn to him, eyes hauntingly empty. She blinks slowly, and her delicate pink lips part.

"Ultrasound."

The comedian in his head knows no bounds: "So whose baby you trying to steal this time?"

She faces the picture again, hands tightening around the edges ever-so-slightly.

"This...is my baby." House's brow furrows.

Cuddy's eyes slowly close again, then open. She gives a small shake of her head, then corrects herself.

"...was...my baby."

House's gaze travels to the carpeted floor; his electric blue irises seem riveted to the spot. Avoiding her eyes, her pain.

"I'm sorry."

She gives a weak nod. "Yeah."

"So am I."

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