Deception and Rediscovery

You get told one thing, and it turns out to be another. It leads to grief, but can what was lost be rediscovered?

For Brittney, my Huddy fic ideas genius x

Deception (also called beguilement, deceit, bluff, or subterfuge) is the act of convincing another to believe information that is not true, or not the whole truth as in certain types of half-truths.

Rediscovery is discovering again something that was lost

Quick AN: Italics is flashbacks.

Chapter 1: Flashback

I sat at my desk, working my way through the mile high stack of paperwork I had to do in my role of Dean Of Medicine. Budgets, paychecks, blah, blah, blah, etc etc, insert stimulation here please before my long, drawn out death.

For some weird reason there was more paperwork than usual. Why? I don't know, nothing major's been going on.

And once again, House came bursting into my office.

'I need to do a brain biopsy.'

'And your reason is?'

'Guy's blinking like crazy.'

'Well, why didn't you say before,' I say, in my best sarcastic voice.

'Okay, what can I do for you Cuddy? What can I do to get this biopsy?'

'Nothing House, it's a stupid idea.'

'I'll have sex with you.'

'What makes you think I'm that desperate for sex?' I asked.

Sensing he wasn't getting his ridiculous test, he left in a grump.

I sat back at my desk, my mind slipping back in time to almost 9 years ago.

It was 1999, and House was pre-infarction.

We'd been asked to go along to a diagnostics conference. He had no choice but to go seeing as he was the Head of Diagnostics, and I had no choice because he'd only listen to me. I had the hospital's reputation to protect from him, something I'd been doing for all too long.

'Awww, come on Cuddy. You know I hate conferences!'

'House, you do no work here, you barely diagnose patients, and you don't do your clinic duty. Do you want to get fired?'

'No, but I also know you'll never fire me.'

'Oh yeah?' I answer sweetly. 'And why would that be?'

He leaned in closer and whispered in my ear.

'Because you miss my smoking bod. One night in Michigan, and I've got you wrapped around my little finger.'

So, I threatened him with castration, and locking him in the clinic with the whingiest, most annoying patient she could find, and he agreed to go.

The conference was in LA, and it was to last for 3 days, and all we had to do was show our faces and mingle.

Easy enough for me, but for House, I wasn't so sure.

So we took our flight out from Newark airport.

'Cuddddddddddyyyyyyyy,' whinged House. 'Why can't I have a bourbon?'

'Because one bourbon will become 5, and I have to check in with you, I don't want you drunk while we're doing it.'

'Ooooooh,' he replied. 'We're gonna be doing it?'

I slapped him playfully on the shoulder.

'In your wildest dreams,' I replied huskily, not knowing where that tone came from.

'Oh, I've been there, and so have you,' he said whilst wiggling his eyebrows.

Eventually he shut up and fell asleep on my shoulder.

I rested my head on his, relishing in the warmth.

I justified to myself that I was tired, and there was nowhere comfortable to rest.

So, eventually we got there, and checked in.

I should've fired my assistant there and then because she got House and I adjoining rooms.

One little measly door separated me from him.

I blushed at the thought.

I got into my room, and unpacked everything. We didn't have to go to any lectures or speeches until the morning, so we had time to unpack.

I thanked my lucky stars that at least we didn't share a suite.

I unpacked, but forgot to lock the adjoining door to House's room.

He came in, thankfully I was fully dressed, with a bottle of bourbon, a bottle of vodka and 4 shot glasses.

'Care for some fun?' he asked.

'Sure, why not?' I said, grabbing some pillows for us to sit on the floor with.

'We're gonna play truth,' he said. 'No forfeit.'

He poured us each a glass of bourbon. I drained it then refilled it.

'Okay, you go first. Have you ever kissed a woman?' he asked.

'How original House. Yes I have, I'm not ashamed of it. Your turn now. Have you ever kissed anyone else while you were with Stacy?'

'What is this, 7th grade? Yes I have, and you'd remember, wouldn't you? Okay, my turn now; have you ever had, or wanted to have, a threesome?'

'Jesus House, you and girl on girl. I've never trusted anyone enough to have a threesome. I'd be scared that they'd be enjoying the other girl more than me. My go, ever fantasised about having sex on your piano?'

'Hell yeah, but I'd only trust 'the one' to do it though. Stacy doesn't understand what the piano means to me. It's my turn now; ever wanted to screw Wilson?'

'God no, he's soo needy, I like my men strong.'

The conversation carried on, each question and answer followed with a glass of bourbon or vodka. Cuddy was feeling more confident, and after an hour, it was her go again.

'Did you ever love me?'

'Wow, this is heavy, I thought it would be fun,' House said.

'I'm sorry for asking, I just wanna know.'

'Lisa,' he said, using my given name for the first time in years. 'I've always loved you.'

He pushed a bit of hair out of my face, stroked my face and kissed me softly.

Feeling more courageous than usual, I returned his kiss.

He picked me up and led me to the bed.

I started to wonder, doubt and fear because I was his boss.

But screw the consequences, it felt so good.