Blue-Eyed Angel

Summary: His pain is her pain. She hides her feelings so no one knows not even him. When he bleeds, she bleeds. He'll never know that she carries his pain like her own or how she's willing to take any blow for him.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this show. I just write because I love to.

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Lisa was high. High on caffeine, stress, and pain. Her hand went to her face as she thought of her recent options. There were none. House was going to go to jail. She couldn't do anything to stop it this time. She had spent years cleaning up his messes, making everything okay. She was finally learning that this time around she couldn't wipe his ass for him.

Lisa's inner turmoil was more than anyone could ever imagine, more than anything most people could take, but she was not most people. Mentally she was strong, emotionally she was untouchable. House, however, was the only that could get to her. His condition hurt her more than she let on, but she would never admit it.

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One Month Later

"Gregory House, you are on trial for fraud, forgery, and possession. How do you plead?"

"Not guilty because I was arrested by a moron that has no self esteem." He replied, stubbornly, earning a sigh from somewhere behind him.

He turned to stare straight into the blue eyes of his boss and sometime friend. She surprised him, but she was sitting there, gazing right at him, giving every indication that she planned to stay there and see him through. He never allowed it to show on his face, but he was touched.

"Bail is set at three thousand." The judge ruled.

Lisa was at her feet with the check before the gavel hit the bench.

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"Why are you here?" he asked.

"To bail you out." She replied shortly, walking in front of him, digging her keys out of her purse.

"Got pills?" he asked.

She shook her head as she made her way to the car with him in tow. "You never quit."

"You're right…in more than one sense. Now give me one." He said.

"I can't. Legally you can't have one."

"Illegally I can so give me one."

"No!" she said, whirling around to face him. "No and that's final. Now you can try and sneak one all you like, but I will be keeping my eyes on you."

"I'll buy you glasses." He said with a charming smile.

"Thanks." She said sarcastically, opening the door to the car. "Get in and don't think I'm gonna open the door for you."

"Aw but I was really looking forward to that." He said.

She rolled her eyes. He just always had to have the last say.

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Cuddy knocked at House's door. He didn't answer. She knocked again. No doubt about it, he was ignoring her, or he was passed out on his bathroom floor convulsing. She didn't like either option. She knew he kept the spare key on top of his door. There was just one issue, House could reach it with his cane since he had a bum leg, but Cuddy was just too short to reach it and she had no cane. With a groan, her mind started to calculate how she was going to do this.

Through pain and some intense yoga moves she finally had the key in her hair. She jammed the key into the door and muttered curses to herself as she turned the knob and realized that it had been unlocked the whole time. She moved into the door and then froze.

He was sprawled out on the floor before her. Foaming from the mouth and shaking. She ran quickly to his side and knelt down beside him. Mind surprisingly calm despite her crazy emotions. She was in fully Dr. Cuddy mode. Cool, collected, and rational. The opposite was Lisa Cuddy, an emotional train wreck waiting to happen.

She checked his pulse before seeing the empty bottle of Vicadin on the ground beside him. No doubt about it, it had been full just earlier. Cuddy had little doubt that House had had it stashed in his house somewhere. Her hand reached for her cell phone, dialing 911 for an ambulance. She lifted his head onto her lap, to keep him from slamming his head on the floor from his convulsions. She turned his head to one side just as he vomited on her skirt. She ignored the vile scent of it as she held his head firmly. Silently she prayed for the ambulance to hurry.

"Hang in there Greg." She murmured, using his name for the first time in a long time. "Please hang in there."

She stroke his face and wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue out of her purse. She stayed with him until the paramedics took him out of her hands. She was a doctor herself, but they had the equipment to pump his stomach. She rode with him to the hospital, holding his hand the whole way, ignoring the way the paramedics were watching her, unsure why their boss was holding the hand of the biggest jackass they had ever met.

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She watched him as he lay in the hospital bed with the tube sticking out of his mouth. The other doctors confirmed the diagnosis she had already made. Overdose. She suddenly knew that House did need help and she couldn't. She had to keep him out of jail somehow. Rehab was a good idea, but he probably would never go. Stubborn asshole.

"Dr. Cuddy?" came an uncertain voice.

Cuddy turned to come face to face with Cameron. "How is he?" she asked.

Cameron sighed deeply. "He'll live."

"And be an even bigger pompous ass." Chase added coming up behind her.

Cuddy gave them a sad smile. "This means his bail's been revoked. He's going to jail the 6 months before his trial. We're gonna have to make do without him."

Cameron and Chase were gaping at her as if she had grown another head. They were like children sometimes, in Cuddy's mind. Not because they were immature, but because they needed guidance. She often felt like House was the out there father, while she was the responsible mother that had to yank everyone back into their place. She felt pain as she finally admitted the reality and seriousness of the situation to herself and to her team of the best doctors she and House had gathered together.

"I'm gonna try everything I can to keep a guilty plea from being thrown in, but before then I don't think I can do anything about it." She explained it.

Cameron and Chase didn't like the sound of that. Foreman wouldn't be pleased either. Foreman may not have had the best relationship with House, but no one could say that House was a damn good doctor.

"Do what you can." Cameron said, tugging on Chase's arm.

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"How bad do I look?" he asked her, sarcastically.

"Like Hell." She said, smiling a little. House was still House and that comforted her.

"You didn't change." He said, pointing out the stain on her skirt.

"Your powers of deduction are breath taking." She said sarcastically, checking his IV.

He gave her a wolfish smile. "I'm going to jail aren't I?"

Cuddy gave him a sad smile. "Yeah." She admitted. "For now yes, but I won't let you rot there."

"Great." He said. "Thank you Wonder Woman."

She bit her lip, something he found incredibly cute. He pushed the thought from his mind. This was Lisa Cuddy. House did not flirt with Lisa Cuddy, however, his mind wandered to their arguments of wit. He couldn't really agree with himself if they were arguments of affection or if they were really angry at each other. He glanced at her again, mirroring her sad blue eyes with softened ones.

"Lisa…" he started. "Hang in there."

She laughed, bitterly, without mirth. "I am. I always am House, because if I don't you'll ruin both our lives. I'm always there to wipe your ass for you, because you're too stubborn not to shit all over yourself and everyone else around you."

He stared at her with stunned silence and she was too emotional to stop. The last few hours were taking a toll on her mental collection. House almost dying, House going to jail. How scared she was knowing that tons of people die from overdose every single day, but seeing his stunned gaze, she softened.

"And I always will, Greg." She said softly.

He smiled sleepily at her. "I know Lisa. You're wonderful."

"That's just the morphine talking." She retorted.

"Yeah probably." He replied.

She laughed. "Get some sleep. We'll deal with court tomorrow, tonight, get some rest." She said. "And that's a doctor's orders."

She turned to look at him again. He was asleep and she permitted herself a smile as she exited, to do some damage control. Her mind was made up. She hated lawyers, but she was going to call the prosecuting attorney and have a talk with her one on one.

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She entered the police station with a set look on her face. She knocked on the door on one of the offices of the attorneys.

"I'm Dr. Cuddy." She said, to the unamused man that was trying her best friend's case. "I'm here to talk about Dr. House's case and a deal."

He laughed as he fiddled with the name plate, proclaiming him to be Paul Dunce, ADA. "Dr. Cuddy, I think you of all people would like to protect your hospital. Dr. House is a danger to the public and to your patients." He said firmly.

"He's the best damn doctor we have." She retorted forcefully.

"Then your hospital must have college dropouts diagnosing people if a druggie is the best doctor." He said. "Now if excuse me I have to make sure my case is solid."

Dr. Cuddy could've hit him. She could've smacked him to death and enjoyed every moment of it. He was a jackass, through and through. She stood up stiffly giving him a coldly polite thanks before striding out of his office, steps quick and angry.

Someone grabbed her arm from behind as she reached the elevator. She whirled to come face to face with a blonde attorney.

"Dr. Cuddy?" she asked.

"Yeah you here to criticize my hospital too?"

"No. I just wanted to talk to you about Dr. House's case." She said, her voice surprising firm and authoritative in spite of her height.

"I'm listening." Cuddy replied.

"I'm Alex. Dr. House saved the lives of one of my best friends last year. I don't agree with Paul's method with this case. He's new, he's looking for win. I know House, he may be popping pills but he's a good doctor. I wanna help him out this time." She said, motioning for Cuddy to join in her inside the elevator, for privacy.

Cuddy was shocked. An attorney, taking the time to help her out, while she left one of her own out to dry.

She handed her a business card. "This is the number of one of my mentors in law school. She's amazing at being a defense attorney. Only a few people can take her on and Paul is not one of them. Call her and mention to her the charging cop's incident with him. She'll work it in your favor. Tell her everything and trust her." Alex said. "She'll get him out of this mess."

Cuddy slowly took the card. "Thanks." She said. "And why?"

"I owe him." Alex said. "And I hate to be in debt."

The elevator doors opened and Alex strode out, leaving a bewildered Cuddy, clutching House's only chance close to her heart.

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Author's Note:

This is my first House story. I don't know if it's that good, but I plan to make the next chapters much better. This is the intro. Long I know. I really hope everyone enjoys it, because I love to write. I've written for CSI and Law and Order SVU, crime shows. My first medical show, so please R&R. Let me know if I should continue this.