Hidden Secrets

Summary: One night, Cuddy is raped and she calls House for help. He comes and makes a shocking discovery on who the attacker was. And what exactly he, and House, feel for Cuddy. Wuddy. Huddy. Angst/Drama.

AN: So, this is my first "dark" story with House. Also, don't ask me if I like Wuddy or Huddy better, since honestly, I like both about the same and I think both are equally likely (if I ignore the events of BSN). I tweaked the ages a bit in here, and the main characters (House, Cuddy, Wilson, Thirteen, etc…) may seem slightly OOC at first, but I'll try and make them more in character later on. Cuddy is three years younger than House, and is only a few months younger than Wilson. And Thirteen is three years younger than Cuddy, and the same age as Chase and Cameron.

Disclaimer: Don't own … it would be a lot different if I did.

Halfway follows the events of the season finale, though House HAS NOT left for Mayfield yet.

The prologue is very important to the story, even if it seems really vague. It has to be that way.

So…on with the story!

Prologue

Cuddy's POV

Her hand shook as she blindly reached towards the door, closing it behind her. Suddenly, she felt much braver than she really was. Across the room, the man watched her motions and slowly pulled on his jeans, giving her a satisfied smile.

"Don't worry," the man whispered, "I'll see you at work Monday, we can finish what we started then." His lips traced her jaw then he kissed her hard, causing her to fall onto the bed. "Take off the blindfold once you hear a horn sound."

Something in the man's voice reminded Lisa of House, but she knew that House wouldn't have been like this. Yes, House would've wanted to have sex with her and torture her like this. But this wasn't House, his voice was much more calmer and hesitant. This scared her, not the fact that the man worked with her, but the fact that she knew it wasn't House. Lisa's head bobbed, her dark curls falling around her face, "Sure," her voice shook and she heard the door close.

Automatically, Lisa's hand moved towards her cellphone, which luckily the attacker hadn't seen laying on the bedside table. Or he had, Cuddy shivered, and he knew whom she was going to call first.

As the horn sounded, Cuddy reached up and ripped off the blindfold, her eyes adjusting to the brightness of her bedroom. The bed sheets were tangled at the foot of the bed and her nightgown lay by the bathroom door. Shuddering at the sight, Cuddy dialed the third speed-dial on her phone and as soon as the person on the other end picked up, she only spoke a few words before she fainted.

"House – it's Cuddy. I've been raped."

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