The door swung open at Michigan Police Department and House entered the place. He immediately saw Cuddy who was seated across the table of a cop. She was chilling and wet and somewhat afraid of everyone that she could see. In House’s heart was a deep sense of sympathy, care and anger. Cuddy looked at him as he stood there beside him. His eyes grew wider when he noticed bruises in her eyebrow and cheeks. There were scratches in her arms and although she was hiding them, they were wounds on her knees. His breathe was shallow as she immediately clung on him.
House drove Cuddy back to Plainsboro. The heavy rainfall prevented them from going straight home so he decided to pull back and have their stay in a highway hotel. Cuddy wasn’t speaking since they left the police and House unconditionally assessed her with her needs. He cleaned and treated her wounds as they sat down in a couch in their room.
Cuddy: I think I’m okay now… <she stood up and tried to walk but it was painful somewhere>
House: You’ve been walking like that since we left the cops’ department. Are you okay?
Cuddy stopped and leaned against the table while holding the lower part of her abdomen. House stood up and walked towards her.
Cuddy: I’m… I’m okay… <House held her arms and her shoulder as her support>
House: No you’re not…
Cuddy walked away from him and made her way to the bathroom where she locked herself in. That evening, as she was seated quietly at the porch, House stepped out the shower and noticed the jeans she wore that morning. He pulled it out the hamper and noticed blood stains on the middle. He walked out the room and went to see Cuddy who stood in front of him. He showed the jeans.
House: What the hell is this?
Cuddy: <looking at the floor> I, I’m planning to ---
House: I said, what the hell is this?
Cuddy: <finally, she looked at him and tears started to build up again> I was raped…
House dropped the jeans and he turned as not to see Cuddy weep again. He ran his palms unto his face as anger started to build up again inside him. He then kicked the nearby stool and turned to face Cuddy.
House: Why didn’t you tell me?
Cuddy: Telling that you won’t change anything…
House: I could! ---- And I would let it happen! <Cuddy ran to him and held his arm so tight>
Cuddy: House, don’t do anything… You don’t know John!
House: Ass like him should be in jail, Cuddy!
Cuddy: You do realize that I knew that too?!
Cuddy unleashed her tight hands on House’s arm and sat down on the couch behind her. She looked down on the floor and placed her hands on her face as House looked at her.
Cuddy: I tried to fight back but I was too weak to do so… He was strong and too aggressive to handle. He forced me and I’m mad at myself for being too stupid because I can’t do anything while he did it… --- And if you’re mad at me because I didn’t told you, I can do nothing about that… <sobs>
Her face showed how deeply frustrated she was. House couldn’t help himself but to kneel down in front while looking at her.
House: I’m sorry… <she continued sobbing as House hugged her again> I’m sorry…

Four months later, they were able to settle in House’s flat. One day, he left by five in the afternoon to join Wilson, Foreman and Chase in a bar a few blocks away while Cuddy was left behind.
Foreman: You guys are together again?
House: God no… I’m just being nice to her. She needs a friend ---
Wilson: <shaking his head> Oh, I think I’m going to cry… <the group giggled except House>
Chase: House, I need a friend too, would you mind if I moved in with you?
House: She’s not moving in, you idiots. She’ll find her place and settle alone…
Foreman: I’ll be glad if she really does it… <they laughed again except House>
Five hours later, the four ended up feeling tipsy already. All faces were reddish as they were laughing with every sentence one would say. House managed to ride his bike home while Foreman drove Chase and Wilson to theirs. As House entered his place, Cuddy hurried to assist him on his way in and she laid him on the couch.
Cuddy: You idiot, where the hell have you been?
House: I think I’m more of a jerk. <He smirked>
Cuddy: Get up and don’t sleep. You have a bed, do your dreaming there.
Cuddy pulled him up and helped him find his way to his bedroom. Halfway down the hall, she couldn’t bear House’s weight and they were about to stumble down but House placed his hands on the wall to support his and Cuddy’s bending weigh. His eyes got hers and they were silent for a minute. He gave a smirk and she gave a fearful look. He moved closer as she moved backward until her back hit the wall. He moved his face closer to hers.
Cuddy: Hou---
Cuddy wasn’t able to finish her sentence because House’s lips already touched hers. Both of their eyes were shut as House slid his hands in between where he slowly opened the bottoms of Cuddy’s blouse as her hands were running from her face, neck, shoulder then she began opening House’s shirt and finally throwing it somewhere near them. After removing the blouse, House zipped the jeans Cuddy was wearing pulling it down as well. On the hand, she made her way to pull his pants as well. From being gentle, their kiss intensified as House kissed Cuddy’s neck again. The next thing they knew, they were naked face to face like how they did six years ago. Cuddy laid down first on the bed and House followed and stayed on top and they kissed again as they let their foreplay advances itself.