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Lisa and House,

Sitting in a tree.

It was apt, Cuddy thought, the song dancing around her head. She was not entirely sure where it had come from. She suspected it might have something to do with the abnormal amount of young children thrust at her today in clinic by worried parents. It was always like this around winter time. A child gets a cold, and the parents are convinced it's dying of God-knows-what disease that they found when they googled their beloved offspring's symptoms. Though, if she had a child of her own, of course, she was fully aware that she would be exactly the same.

Anyway, wherever it had come from, whatever had prompted it, Cuddy had walked to her office humming the childish tune that dominates every six-year-old's nightmares. It was apt, because she and House had such a childish relationship. Mainly because he was such a child. Albeit, a warped, disturbing, grouchy one.

K-I-S-S-I-N-G

That wasn't so apt. In fact, Lisa Cuddy was almost ashamed to admit to herself how long it had been since she had been kissing anyone. Or, at least, anyone she really gave a crap about.

First comes love…

Cuddy was an honest woman by principle, but sometimes, her job meant that it was not always wise to practise those principles. In fact, for such an honest woman, she had become very skilled at twisting the truth, and lately, some at the skill had crept into the rest of her life. Especially when she was sat behind her desk, mere feet away from the lazy grin of Gregory House. She pretended she didn't sometimes want to vault over any furniture between them.

Then comes marriage…

Well, that was laughable.

Then comes Lisa pushing a baby's carriage.

For a moment, the thought of cradling a baby in her arms almost brought tears to Cuddy's eyes. Watching it fall asleep in its cradle, seeing it roll around on a play mat, standing close with outstretched arms when it took its first shaky steps as a toddler. The image was so real, she could almost touch it.

But she was at work, and it was neither the time nor the place to be wishing for motherhood.

So she imagined House as a father, and laughed loudly to the empty office until she felt better.

HMD HMD HMD

Cuddy and House,

Sitting in a tree.

Bit of a dumb place to be sat, House thought. Not nearly sturdy enough.

He had been stood waiting for an elevator when he had a young boy walk past behind him, humming a tune that House remembered vaguely from his childhood. He could only remember one version, however.

Doing what they shouldn't be.

They shouldn't, that was true, but then again, House had never been one for rules and regulations. Shame Cuddy was. Somehow, he didn't think she'd risk losing both their jobs for a meaningless fling.

Begins in 'S'

Maybe he should ask. He'd misjudged people before. It didn't happen often, but sometimes Greg House was wrong. She'd flouted the rules before, after all. It wouldn't hurt to ask.

Ends in 'X'

He was a persuasive man. It could backfire on him, but he doubted it. He doubted that if he cornered her against the wall in her office, pressing their faces close, and whispering in her ear, either of them would be able to fight long against the chemistry that had so long dominated their relationship.

Oh my God, it must be…sex!

And it really would be so good.

HMD HMD HMD

Lisa and Greg,

Sitting in a tree.

Clearly it is meant to be!

But then again, perhaps neither felt the same way…


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