Disclaimer: I do not own House.

A/N: Hey guys, I'm back and well here is a new story. I know I shouldn't be starting a new one but I just could NOT get this out of my head. Especially after Cuddy totally ignored House in "5 to 9". Yes, this story has been lingering in my mind for a while and I was contemplating when to post it and I thought, why not now! It will help me with my responsibility. But my sister, mom and I are all fighting over turns on the computer so if I don't update like with the speed of superman I am EXTREMELY sorry!!!!! I will still try to keep up with the rest of my other stories don't worry! This is self beta-ed so sorry if there are still a few mistakes and Sorry its so short, I wanted to leave a bit of a cliffy for the next chapter. Oh and this will have Luddy, but will eventually become COMPLETELY huddy! Enjoy!

The PDA vibrated on the white clothed table, in the beautiful, dim lit restaurant. A few people turned and glared at the couple who sat at the table. Cuddy quickly grabbed it to shush the ring and rolled her eyes before setting it gently back on the table. Lucas picked it up and glanced at the caller before cocking his brow at his six month girlfriend.

"Aren't you going to answer it? It's House and it says it's an emergency." He informed her quietly, not to disturb or anger anymore of the customers.

Cuddy chuckled and rolled her eyes once more. "Of course not, it's House." She told him nonchalantly. "An emergency for him is like," She took a second to think before she continued her thought. "Like me telling you to buy me tampons three weeks before my period is supposed to start again. It's nonsense and waste of time."

"Are you sure?" Lucas asked uncertain. "I mean, it's not a bet of ours this time. It could be a real emergency. Maybe he really needs something." He told her, still caring for his old friend a bit.

"Yes, and maybe I'm really a man," Her voice dripped with sarcasm, but Lucas looked at her with a cocked brow and she laughed softly at him. "Of course I'm sure." She insisted placing a reassuring hand over his. "It's probably nothing and he could call Wilson if he really needed someone." She smiled before pulling her hand away and looking at him assertively. "Now enough talking about him, I'm going to turn off my phone, set it in my bag and we are going to just forget about my job for one night." She ordered as she did as she said she would. This was their six month anniversary and no one was going to ruin it.

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Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. A car accident happened on a road right off the highway. Five high school kids lay in a car, unconscious while a single man lies on the black asphalt slowly drifting into peaceful unconsciousness as blood began to surround his body. He let out a deep, long breath as he shut his cell phone close and clutched it as if for dear life. His best friend was probably on call and too busy to answer and the only other person he trusted with his life was probably just ignoring him, letting him die in that cold dark night.

The kids – obviously drunk – drove the opposite way on the road. Neither the middle aged motorcyclist – who still had his helmet on – nor the high school kids saw each other coming. When they got into view, it was too late. Both the car and motorcycle, in top speed, tried to turn away from each other to avoid the crash, but they just didn't act quickly enough and they inevitably crashed into each other.

A car drives by, one that comes through the path daily, and sees the wreck just in time to stop. The driver recognized the motorcycle and immediately stopped the car and jumped out, at the same time he looked at his phone. 5 missed calls. He ran to the motorcyclist's side, stepped into the think blood, and slowly took off the helmet. As he feared he knew the man.

"Don't worry," He reassured his friend. "I'm calling 911. You'll be fine. Just try to stay conscious." He called out. "Hello, yes this is Dr. James Wilson and we need an ambulance out here immediately. There seems to have been a car accident on 300 Crescent Circle. There are four teenagers, looks like 16 year olds and one Caucasian adult."

The bleeding man looked at his friend through closing eyes. Wilson began to blur and his words started to fade. Finally darkness surrounded him and he heard the final, urgent words of his best friend.

Hang on; you're going to make it. Just hang on, House.

A/N: Once again I am uberly sorry that it is super short, but like I said leaving it like this leaves the second chapter open for me to write without getting writer's block LOL. Don't worry I will try to update this and my other stories by - or on - this weekend! If I don't you guys can just message me and I will immediately get started on the next chapter of anything.

Alright, so what did you guys think? Please review and tell me, all your reviews - good and bad - help be get a little better at writing so I'd love to hear what's on your minds. Oh and if you guys have any ideas or request do share, I love to hear what you all think and I'll to incoperate all your ideas in at least one chapter of this story. I hope you all liked it and don't worry I won't be killing House, he is just really hurt for now.

Oh one more thing, if you go on my page you can vote on what story you want me to update first, the one with the most votes is gonna get updated IMMEDIATELY so hurry and vote. Once I get all my stories updated I'll some how erase the results and everyone will have another chance to vote so yea. Please vote and review

-Jess