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Your POV 

Leaving the house the next day we go over the plan. "We're going into Cuddy's office, to tell her that we broke up." 

"What are you going to tell her?" 

"That you're a selfish bastard and I should have saw it earlier, the only thing you really care about is your Vicodin." 

"And what do I tell her?" 

"That I'm a bitch that couldn't love you for who you are." 

He grabs my hand as he squeezes it. "We're going to be fine, I'll pull his car over if you keep crying." 

Wiping my face I sigh. "I know, I just don't like it." 

"I don't either, I'd rather everyone know I scored such a beautiful woman, with a mind that matches mine. But as long as Vogler is around, we can't be public." 

"I hope he runs screaming for the hills soon." 

He chuckles before kissing my hand, "I'll do my best, baby." 

Stopping at my house for me to get my car, I sigh gently, turning to look at him. He pulls me over to him, wrapping his arm around my shoulders as I lean on him. A couple more tears falling as I think about it. His hand runs through my hair as the smell of my shampoo fills the car a little. 

"When I get home, I'm going to be all over you." 

With a small chuckle, I shake my head. "You better be, damnit. Now don't forget to go in later than me, be sure that we didn't come in together." 

"I'll come with you whenever you want." 

Slapping his arm he smiles slightly at me. "I love you, we'll be okay." 

"I love you too, I just hope you're right." 

"Aren't I always?"

Getting out of the Dynasty, I get into my Volvo. Rubbing my face a little, I clean up my makeup, watching him leave back towards the house I shake my head. Starting my car I make my way into work. Getting out and walking by his parking spot, sighing slightly my hands in my pockets as I walk into the building. Taking the elevator to Cuddy's office. Standing outside of the door I went over the plan again before knocking on the door. 

Cuddy looks up and motions for me to come in. "What can I do for you?" 

"House and I broke up." 

She stops what she's doing and looks at me, shocked. "What?" 

Nodding gently I give a shaky sigh. "You were right, I should have listened. He's a selfish bastard that doesn't care about anything else but his Vicodin." 

Getting up from her chair she walks over to me, opening her arms as she hugs me. Sniffling a little as I try not to cry on her suit she pulls back to look at me. My (e/c) eyes watering and red from trying to stop the tears. 

He's still yours, relax. 

"Do you want a couple of days off?" 

Looking at the floor I nod slightly. "I don't think I can be around him right now." 

She nods gently. "Go home, get some rest. I'll call to check on you later." 

Nodding I sniff before turning to leave the hospital. Getting into the parking lot, I watch as House's Dynasty gets into the parking lot, glancing at him as he gets into his parking spot, I walk by him to my car. He sees me as I walk by, his all knowing gaze following me before he goes inside. 

Wiping my face as I watch him make his way inside. I get ready to pull out before Wilson knocks on my window, putting his phone away. Rolling the window down i look at him, his brown eyes are saddened from the news. "Cuddy called. She told me what happened, are  you okay?"

He can't know. 

"Do I look okay, James?" 

He sighs gently. "Do you want me to stop by later?"

"No, I don't want to be around anyone." 

He nods before tapping his hand on the window. He heads inside as I pull out of the parking lot, heading towards the apartment. Hoping we get through this fine.

House's POV 

The look on her face as she walked by, it hurt. This plan is killing her, pretending to be broken up. I wish there was a way I could make it better, but we'll have to deal with it for a bit. At least until I can figure out Vogler. tipping my head down as I walk into the building, I can hear Wilson behind me. He catches up as the elevator takes forever to close and he looks at me. 

"What did you do?" 

"When? You'll need to be more specific?" 

"You two broke up, didn't you?" 

"if you already knew what I did, why'd you ask?" 

He sighs as he shakes his head. 

"tell me this is just an elaborate plan." 

"It's not, sorry to dissapoint. Oh wait, I don't care." 

Getting out of the elevator, he goes off towards his office, while I went to see Cuddy. She's standing in her office, her arms in front of her as she's thinking. 

"I thought she meant more to you than your Vicodin." 

"The Vicodin keeps the edge off better than she does, besides she's the bitch that couldn't love me for me." 

Cuddy looks at me, shaking her head before waving me off. "She's taking the next couple of days off, so get out of my office. I hope you feel good about yourself." 

Nodding slightly I leave her office, heading to my own. Chase, Cameron, and Foreman looking at me without (y/n) in tow. Cameron gets out of her chair first as she comes over to me. 

"We heard what happened, are you okay?" 

"Peachy. What do we got?" 

"You and (y/n) broke up, and you're more worried about work?" 

Giving a slight shrug I get a cup of coffee. 

"Work means more to me." 

"Good to know your priorities are straight, House." 

Chase goes back to the file in front of him as he shakes his head. Cameron hitting his arm as she looks at him. 

"He's in pain." 

Chase glances over to me. "He looks normal to me." 

Foreman gives him a look as I sip my coffee. "All I'm saying is if it was me, I wouldn't let her go so easily." 

Swallowing my coffee, I could feel my hand tightening on the cane in my hand. Watching him I weigh the pros and cons of hitting him, just once. Blinking as I hear my name I look at Foreman, he updates me on the case we have. Getting the differential diagnosis done and sending them of to start their tests, I go to my office. 

Sitting down, looking at the other chair in front of the desk, I wish she was sitting there. It's going to be a long day without her here. Taking my phone out of my pocket, I look at it before sighing and putting it down. Calling her would be a bad idea.