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House's POV 

Walking into the hospital I made my way to my office, deciding I can use that computer and the phone to call around the hotels in a town over. I don't think she would be too far from work, but I know she has some personal days that she can use. Standing in the elevator I push the button with my cane, looking at my shoes as I think. 

When the elevator doors open, I'm met with Cuddy. Walking around her as she follows me towards my office. "You're here late." 

"Write it on the calendar" 

"I got a call from (y/n)" 

Stopping in my tracks I turn around to look at her. She crosses her arms as she gives me a saddened look. 

"She's taking all of her personal days." 

Nodding gently I look down. "What did you do?" 

She steps closer to me as I look away. 

"I had that prostitute that massages my leg over, I thought she would have been out of the apartment by time (y/n) got home, but I was wrong. She got home early, caught us on the couch. She left before I could explain. The look she gave me, I've never hurt her like that before. I've seen her yell at me, I've seen her cry. This look was different." 

"You betrayed her, she might not know the whole story, but she knows what she saw." 

Feeling the pain in my leg act up, I take my Vicodin out of my pocket and open the bottle. Taking one before putting it away. Cuddy crosses her arms as she looks at me. 

"Did she say where she was?" 

"No, she knew you'd ask. She just told me she's safe." 

She walks off towards the elevator to go back to her office as I turn to go back to mine. Sitting at the desk and logging into the computer. Grabbing my reading glasses I start looking at for any hotels that she might stay at. With a list of the ones that she might be at, I pick up the phone to start seeing if I can find her. After trying her first name and not having anything, I decided on her middle name, mixed with her mother's maiden name. 

I was able to find her, under a different name. Getting up and leaving the hospital I got into the '89 Dodge Dynasty I drive. Putting the cane in the passenger side as I start the car and head off towards the hotel she was at. I just hope I can get her to listen. I might need more than just my eyes to fix this. 

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Getting out of the car I went into the hotel, and up to the front desk. Once I had the room number I hobbled my way to the elevator and to the room. Standing in front of the door I look at the floor as I process what I'm going to say. Lifting my cane I hesitate for a moment before knocking on the door with it. 

"I didn't order my ex boyfriend to cheer me up." 

"I just want to talk." 

"House, go home." 

She didn't call me 'Greg'. 

"Please. Don't make me beg." 

Holding my cane the door opens. She opens the door her face a mess, her eyes red and puffy from the crying. Her face was flushed like she had a cold. Leaning on the doorframe she looks away from me. 

"You're not the begging type." 

"I will for you." 

"Then make it quick." 

Letting me into the room I held onto my cane as if it would save my life. As if it would get me out of this situation, let me go back and stop myself from ordering the prostitute. 

"What you saw-" 

"What I saw was the worst betrayal you've ever done." 

"Baby-"

"No, don't call me that, you don't get to call me by your pet names to fix this." 

She looks at me, her eyes dark with anger. 

"I'm sorry. I should have told you." 

"Told me what? Oh, don't worry coming by tonight, I have a prostitute over and don't want you to know I'm cheating." 

"I wasn't cheating" 

"Then what was she there for?!" 

Before I could answer the phone in the room started to ring. She walks over and answers it. 

"Hello?" She listens to the voice on the phone. "Yes, I know it's late. We'll keep it down." 

She hangs up and looks at me before sitting on the bed and shaking her head. Walking over to her I drop my cane on the bed before getting on the floor and holding her hands. 

"I would never cheat on you." 

"Then what was the prostitute for?" 

"She massages my leg, she's better and cheaper than any other masseuses' I can find in the state." 

"I can massage your leg, House." 

"I don't want you to!" taking a breath I look away, ashamed. 

"I don't want you to see my leg, I never have." 

"Why not? I don't care that your quadricep muscle is missing. I don't care there's a scar." 

Kissing her hands gently before laying my head on her lap, her hand in my hair. 

"Does your leg hurt?" 

"My leg always hurts." 

"Stand up." 

Doing as I was told, I stand slowly. Watching her get on her knees before starting to unbuckle my belt and pants. 

"I thought you were mad." 

"You're not going to get lucky. I just need these off." 

Helping her get them and my shoes off I sit on the bed before she gets onto the bed with me. Her smaller hands trace the scars of my thigh for a second before she leans down to kiss it. Tensing under her touch I watch her for a second before she starts to rub the muscles. 

"o-ow." 

"Relax." 

Leaning back on the bed as she rubs my leg, the muscles relax and the pain subsides. She finishes rubbing my thigh and looks at me. 

"I take it, you feel better." 

"The pain is barely there." 

"I'd say." she says as she looks down. 

Following her gaze and seeing I was erect. "I think he misses you too." 

She shakes her head as I look at her. "You're better than the prostitute with everything. I should have went to you first." 

"No kidding. You're still a pain in my ass though." 

"So are we okay?" 

She sighs as she looks at the bed for a second. "Greg" 

I look at her as she looks down still. "You hurt me worse than you ever have today. It can't happen again. Next time I'll leave and you'll never find me." 

Nodding I sit up and put my hands on hers. "I won't I promise." She looks up at me for a second, reading me before nodding gently. 

"Come here." 

Pulling her over and onto my lap, I wrap my arms around her. Holding her close as she leans into me. Her hands find mine as she plays with it. Examining it like she used to when I would pretend to be asleep. Feeling her run her fingertips across the lines and freckles before intertwining her fingers with mine. 

Kissing her forehead I close my eyes. My heart thumping in my chest from the fear of almost losing her. "I can take a couple personal days, we can lay around and do nothing, well not entirely nothing." 

She slaps my chest lightly as she shakes her head. "We've already gotten one noise complaint." 

Shrugging gently I look down at her. "We can have a couple of days of just us." 

"Only if you cook for them. Your cooking is better." 

"Only if you promise me something." 

She looks up at me as I look at her, my eyes getting a little teary. "What is it?" 

"Just don't leave again." 

"I wont as long as you don't do anything stupid" 

"Never again."