Based on House M.D, young Doctor, Elena Winters, joins the team. Long blonde curls to her knees, big bright blue eyes. Petite, 5'0. Sweet, innocent and vibrant. The exact opposite of House. Her demeanor is quick to attract him, pulling on his longing to hear her call him Daddy, and be his little (DdLg), something he hasn't felt with his previous women. Cuddy, is same as ever but starts to notice houses pull to Elena making her jealous as she watches him stand up for her, be sweet to hurt, everything he never did with her. House is sarcastic, rough and intelligent. With Elena his mind loses the quick quips and his rough hands become gentle, he could never hurt her not even her heart. Cameron is selfish, always does the right thing if it rewards her, always wants to be center of attention, has previously shown liking towards house but when he asked her out she said no, but is regretting it now that she isn't the only woman anymore and house is obsessed with Elena. She'll do anything to be center of attention again. Cuddy will do what it takes to get House back, even though she rejected him, and get him to treat her like he treats Elena. House has never felt this way before and even finds himself becoming sober because he doesn't need to feel numb anymore, not with her.

Chapter 3: The Unexpected Lecture

The summons to Cuddy’s office came via a terse page the next afternoon, slicing through Elena’s focus on a chart. The walk there felt long, the click of her heels on the linoleum echoing like a countdown. Cuddy’s office was all sharp angles and imposing glass, smelling of expensive perfume and administrative pressure.

“Sit,” Cuddy said, not looking up from a file. “Your work on the steroid rage case was… adequate.” The pause was deliberate, heavy. “But this isn’t a daycare for prodigies. House’s theatrics are one thing. Your need for his approval is another.”

Elena felt a chill. “I don’t—”

“I saw how you looked at him after,” Cuddy interrupted, her gaze finally lifting, cool and assessing. “Like he handed you the moon. He doesn’t give gifts, Dr. Winters. He loans them, with catastrophic interest.” She leaned forward. “I need to know if your judgment is clinical, or if it’s become… personal.”

The door swung open with a soft thud of wood against wall. House stood in the frame, leaning on his cane, his expression deceptively calm. “Judgment’s my department, Cuddy. Bullying is yours, but you’re usually more subtle about it.”

“This is a personnel matter,” Cuddy said, her voice tight.

“It’s a fishing expedition.” House entered, placing himself slightly between Elena and Cuddy’s desk. “She solved the case. You’re pissed because it made your infection theory look dumb. Also, possibly, because you saw me throw away my pills.” His eyes never left Cuddy’s. “You don’t get to interrogate her because you regret saying ‘no’ to me a decade ago. She’s off your motivational speaker agenda.”

Cuddy stood, her knuckles white on the desk. “You can’t just—”

“I can.” His voice dropped, losing all pretense of humor. It was flat, final, and dangerous. “You talk to her like that again, you go through me. And I’m significantly less polite.” He glanced at Elena, a silent command to leave. She rose, her face pale, and slipped out into the hall. House held Cuddy’s furious stare for a long moment before turning to follow, leaving a silence in the office that vibrated with shattered composure.