Author: Monkey and Music Lover PM
Its been seven years, she's still missing. It's been seven years, her daughter is still motherless. Its been seven years, can she come back to the life she worked so hard for? Rated for its language, possible title change in the futureRated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Angst - G. House & L. Cuddy - Chapters: 2 - Words: 3,588 - Reviews: 27 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 23 - Updated: 12-20-09 - Published: 08-09-09 - id: 5288301
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A/N: We're finally back!! Sorry it took forever! We feel sooo bad!!! We are both on break so hopefully the next chapter wont take TOO LONG like the other chapter. Hope you all like it! And sorry again
The trio stood still for a few moments before Chase looked back up from the floor.
"She needs us - she needs our help!" He exclaimed.
"Is everything alright over here?" Dr. Simpson asked as she opened the door leading to her office. She cocked a brow and crossed her arms. She was a very impatient woman and liked to get things over with quickly. Her foot began to tap impatiently as she waited for one of them to answer her.
"Well, it depends. Where is 'here'? If it is over there," House pointed towards the ER, "Then no, because people are dying. If it is over there," House pointed inside her office, "Then yes, because you are an old hag who doesn't care about anyone dying." He took a step back before she could hit him or fire him on the spot. He did insult her, after all.
"Excuse me?!?" the Dean exclaimed, in absolute shock by his sudden rude outburst. He hadn't been that rude to her since the day she had finally set him in place by threatening to take his job. She was about to give him a long lecture about courtesy, one she hadn't given him in years, but he spoke first.
"Sorry, gotta run! Like I said; people dying."
House limped back to his office quickly with Cameron and Chase following close behind him. When they got to there office they saw Thirteen, Kutner and Taub waiting there with House's new team. House entered and flipped his white board around to use the clean side, almost knocking down the blinds in the process.
"We have another case already?" Jenna Stevenson, one of House's new ducklings, asked. "We barely got started on the other one." She stated obviously which irritated House.
"Thank you captain obvious!"
"What? Can't handle another case?" Charles Matthews, another new duckling, asked her jokily. He then turned to his boss, waiting for a briefing.
"You have nothing to say?" House pointed to Brian Arnott with his cane. "Still no sense of humor, huh?" He waited for his response but instead got a dull stare. House rolled his eyes annoyed and turned away.
"Why did you page us?" Taub asked House curiously, with a hint of irritation – he was prepping for surgery after all.
"Yeah, I was in the middle of a clinical trial," Thirteen informed with a sigh. She was able to join a new trial about 4 years ago and it has been working great for her so far.
"I have a new case for you six," He said to his original and previous ducklings. He then turned to his current team. "As for you three, your still on the old case so get your asses up and start working."
The three nodded once before closing the medical files they had scattered across the glass table top and swept them into their firm grasps. Jenna smiled sweetly as she walked past the other doctors, while her two colleagues following her just stared.
"Right now?" Charles asked in shock. "But I want to work on the new case! Why can't we work on the new case as well?" He whined.
"Why can't you just do as I say?" House mimicked.
Charles stood firmly planted by his seat, as he grasped the top of the chair tightly. As if holding his chair would prevent anyone from moving him.
"Do you like your job?" Taub asked, but continued before anyone could answer. "Do what he says, or you may walk in to find someone else sitting in your precious little seat at the streak free glass table that I am sure he makes you clean every day." He stated in his usual monotone voice.
Charles looked down sheepishly before hurrying out the door, followed by Brian. Taub looked at the other doctors with a satisfied smirk.
"I taught you well..." House mumbled, barely loud enough for anyone to hear; Taub smiled at the 'compliment'.
"Ok, so...forty-something year old female...athletic..." House started as he wrote down the points on the whiteboard. His previous ducklings sat down in their usual seats and House blinked three times. "Whoa, déjà vu."
"Is this about Cuddy?" Thirteen asked bluntly, as she leaned back in her chair, completely comfortable in the familiar room. She could tell House was starting to try to add humor to the subject.
"She's been gone for-" Taub started, but was immediately interrupted by House.
"Seven years; I know." House decided to leave out that fact that it wasn't just seven years since he had seen his boss, but it was seven years and 152 days. Yes, he counted; no, he wouldn't dare tell a soul.
"So this is about Cuddy," Thirteen stated, slightly proud of the fact that she figured out the new case so easily. That was the only topic House ever really tried to lighten quickly.
House rolled his eyes.
Chase and Cameron, who had been staying out of the whole conversation decided to join in with their new news.
"I saw her," Cameron announced with a worried smile, "the three of us did." She pointed at House and Chase.
"What? How is that possible?" Thirteen asked as he sat up and leant forward, folding her arms on the streak free table. "She's been missing for seven years; if she was alive she would have contacted one of us, or at least her sister."
"She came to us now - that has to mean something. She dropped this before she left," Chase answered as he placed the worn piece of paper in the middle of the table. "She must have done it purposely. It seems wrinkled and played with. She was probably waiting for the right time to give it to the right people."
The room was silent as the doctors stared at the two words printed neatly in the center of the paper. Only Cuddy would be able to write perfectly in the middle of a stressful situation; she did it daily.
"Is she still here?" Taub asked as he started to get up from his chair, "We need to talk to her! Find out where she has been!" He sounded urgent.
"Sit down, you idiot; before you get her killed." House hissed in a low tone.
"Killed…?" The team looked at him in confusion.
House didn't answer right away, he didn't want to think about it...but then again, he had no choice. Cuddy was here, heck, maybe she still was. They had to find her.
House was lying on the couch at home, too lazy to do anything. He had the TV on and the sound was blaring. He was surprised the neighbors weren't complaining yet.
A commercial came up, something about a new car coming out, when his home phone rang. House stared at it across the room, debating whether or not he should take the effort to walk over or not. The answering machine came up, and House smirked, if he had gotten up it would have reached the answering machine before he would have a change to reach it, and then he would have to call him back; nah, too much work. The answering machine didn't switch off though...'someone is leaving a message...' he thought as he reached over to put the TV on mute.
"House...I-" the feminine voice paused. It was Cuddy; he could recognize the voice anywhere. He could hear a faint whine of complaining coming from a baby - Rachel - obviously close by to where Cuddy was with the phone. "Rachel, shh, please be quiet for mommy," She begged. House leaned forward, as if to hear the message more clearly.
House heard the phone go down with a light thud as Cuddy tended to Rachel for a moment. She came back to the phone; he could hear her soft breathing clearly from the other end. It seemed as if she was debating what to say. After a moment, she broke the silence.
"I know you're there, please pick up..." she took a deep breath. "I need you," She said softly and sincerely.
House smirked, 'She needs me' he thought, and almost laughed. She probably needed a babysitter or something. 'Not in your dreams,' he thought, as if she could hear his thoughts, 'There is no ways I am looking after your little demon - heck why would you want me to?'
He heard her gasp before whispering, "Please..."
The phone dropped to the floor again with an almost silent thud, as if it had fallen on something softer than ground. 'A pile of clothes' House thought as he came back to reality for a brief moment, 'How did I not-' He shook his head as he continued through the memory.
Footsteps could be heard through the phone, although they were very faint from the position on top of the soft item, House could tell they were footsteps.
"What, you don't want to talk to me anymore?" House yelled towards the phone, thinking Cuddy was walking away from him. How rude.
A beep signaled the end of the message.
House shook his head, un-muted the TV, and continued watching. If Cuddy really needed a babysitter, she would call him again...or call Wilson. Wilson was the better choice anyways - didn't she learn that by now?
'Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid' House accused himself before he felt someone touching his hand.
"Are you ok?" Cameron asked softly with a look of deep concern as House looked up from the carpeted floor.
"You're touching me," House said dryly.
Cameron quickly removed her hand. It was resting on top of his right hand, which was grasping his cane for support.
"Sorry," Cameron whispered as she took a step back and looked down sheepishly.
"She was taken. Don't do anything stupid," House answered their previous question before reaching forward to grab the piece of paper, and then limping out of the room.
Quickly closing the door behind him, he blocked out the concerned comments from his ex-employees. He needed to think, not answer stupid questions.
"I saw her," House stated bluntly, as he burst into his best friend's office and sat comfortably, but troublesomely in the comfy chair. He held his cane upright and laid his head against it.
"You saw who?" Wilson asked, not really paying any attention to his friend. He was a little irritated after speaking to his boss. "Can you make it quick? I am not in the mood for another one of your games and neither was Dr. Simpson," Wilson replied with a sigh as he looked up from his paperwork.
"Cuddy, she is downstairs - well, she was...five minutes ago," House announced as he ignored the comment about their boss and focused on the more important subject at hand. He kept a serious face as he looked up to look at his friend.
"House, don't do this. She has been gone for six years!" Wilson exclaimed tiresomely.
House's brows furrowed together, offended by the comment.
"Seven," he corrected gruffly.
Wilson looked at him slightly confused.
"She has been gone for seven years, Wilson!" House shouted. How could his friend forget? How could he not remember? Wasn't Cuddy his friend too? Steam was blowing out of his ears.
"You even said so this morning, she could still be alive and for once you were right!" House exclaimed.
Wilson looked down and shook his head. How could he be so stupid? And he didn't really believe Cuddy was alive. He was simply trying to cheer his friend up. He didn't think it would do this to him.
"She dropped this," House said as he pulled the piece of paper out of his pocket and nearly slammed it on Wilson's desk as pure proof.
"Are you sure it was her?" Wilson asked slowly, unsure of what to expect. The note could have been written from anyone, to anyone.
So much for avoiding stupid questions. House thought with an irritated sigh. He just looked at him with no verbal response. He wasn't going to defend his position. He knew she was there.
"Have you ever heard of the 'boy who cried wolf'?" Wilson started as he looked at his friend now concerned.
"I thought I was the one that did the metaphors," House said dryly.
Before Wilson could continue his probably boring lecture, House walked out. He wasn't in the mood to have someone try and convince him that he was wrong. He was always right. Always.
A/N - hope you enjoyed it! sorry it took so long to update again...we are co-writing this, and sending it back and forth...and back and forth...haha. We'll try to get the updates up faster and sooner. please review! tell us what you think =)
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