A/N: I never thought I'd ever write a fan fiction, but here it is. My first fic ever. I hope it's not too bad. Oh, and please excuse any mistakes, I'm new here so I don't know how this beta thing works. The title and summary might not be permanent cuz I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this yet, but I have many ideas.

Disclaimer: I don't own House, M.D.


Cuddy sat behind her desk finishing off the last of her paperwork for the day. She looked at the time on her computer and was surprised to see that it was only 6:57 p.m. As the hospital administrator, she was used to working unusually late hours and had grown accustom to arriving home at ungodly hours of the night and only being able to squeeze in about four hours of sleep if she was lucky. But the paperwork had been minimal today as a result of the all nighter she had pulled the previous day.

She had been at it for nearly the whole day now and had even skipped lunch by accident because she was so engrossed in what she was doing and couldn't wait for the end of the day to come so she could return home to her warm, soft bed. She put her signature on one last document and made a move to get up, but instantly regretted it when she realized her bottom was completely asleep after sitting in the same spot for so long and made a mental note to get a more comfortable chair as soon as possible. Carefully straightening herself into a standing position, she slowly started shuffling her way over to the coat rack. She put on her favorite bright red coat and made her way through the doors of her office gladly locking them.

Excited at the prospect of actually going home at a decent time, she walked with more of an air of authority than she did nearly two minutes ago in her office, her heels clicking rhythmically against the cold tiles of the hospital, sending out a familiar echo through the corridors of the hospital that effectively made everyone put on their happy face and work harder knowing that Dr. Lisa Cuddy, dean of medicine was around somewhere near.

All employees except for one Dr. Gregory House.

House was hiding out in exam room one playing his psp when the door suddenly opened.

"Hey!" yelled House, "You can't just barge in here like that! This is an exam room!"

"Oh, I'm so sorry" said Wilson, "I didn't mean to interrupt you and your patient." He said, referring to House and his gameboy.

"Yeah, well you should learn to knock. That sort of thing can land you in a situation you really don't want to find your self in. Believe me." House shuddered dramatically for effect.

"I don't want to know." Wilson rolled his eyes at his best friend. "So are you ready to go?"

Wilson's car had been impounded after he got into a car accident. Well, not really an accident so much as he parked it in the way of another car that was obviously not in the mood to go and look for the owner and ask for it to be moved. Basically, the owner of the other car backed into Wilson's car several times until it was out of the way and he was free to drive out of the parking lot. That was quite a surprise for Wilson when he returned to the parking lot to find his car damaged like he'd never seen before, with dents as big as his own body all over the side of his precious car.

"Go where?" said House

"Um…you're taking me home remember? My car…" said Wilson, wondering how House could've forgotten. He'd been quite persistent about making fun of Wilson and torturing him about how funny it was that someone took their anger out on Wilson's car.

"Oh, yeah that." House smiled at the memory, "You shouldn't have left it parked like that. What were you thinking?"

"I was in a hurry!" said Wilson, visibly still upset about his car. "I was only gone for one minute!"

"Well obviously that wasn't quick enough." House's smile got even bigger. Wilson could've swore House was on the verge of laughter.

"Let's just get out of here ok?" Wilson sighed. The loss of his car left him in no mood to spare with House and a long day at work just added to the effect of loss he was feeling for his beloved car.

"Sorry I can't." House's voice was completely serious.

"What? What do you mean you can't?" Wilson nearly yelled the first 'what' and hoped that none of the people outside the exam room heard him.

"Wow, did you know you sound just like a little girl when you yell?" House loved messing with Wilson. Besides "General Hospital" and his personal collection of "the L word" DVD's, messing with Wilson was one of his favorite past times.

Wilson decided to let that comment about him sounding like a girl go for now. "What do you mean you can't?" He repeated the question hoping to get an answer this time.

A small part of House felt sorry for Wilson and didn't even want to think of what it would be like to not have a car. Plus he could hear the exasperation in Wilson's voice and decided that he could mess with him some other time. A bigger part of him was telling him that he wasn't going to mess with Wilson because he had other things to do. 'Yeah that's it' thought House.

"I've got work to do." Said House a little unconvincingly, and with that he left the clinic and headed towards the parking lot.

"Wait!" yelled Wilson, "How am I supposed to get home?"

"Get another ride?" replied House in a 'duh' sort of way before disappearing from Wilson's view somewhere near the handicapped parking section.

Wilson sighed and turned around to look for someone he knew who could give him a ride home. Surely any of the nurses would love to take him home, but he couldn't see that any of them were leaving yet. Just as he was about to go to the cafeteria and waste some time there thinking over possible ways to get home, he heard that familiar click of heels that made him think of Cuddy. He smiled. Surely enough Cuddy appeared around the corner looking tired but hiding it very well with the way she walked and carried herself. 'She works so hard' he though. 'How can anyone manage to look that good with as many hours as she puts in for this hospital?' As his thoughts began to wander to how good she looked instead of how hard she worked he was snapped out of it with Cuddy's friendly smile and kind voice. "Goodnight Dr. Wilson." She said as she made her way towards the exit.

"Um…wait…Dr. Cuddy?" Wilson stammered. He didn't know how he could be so lucky that Cuddy was heading home earlier than usual. "Heading home?"

Cuddy turned around a bit more gracefully than she though possible after sitting in a chair for so long. "Yes, I finished a little earlier than expected. Did you need something?"

"Well, actually, I need a ride home." Wilson really didn't want to explain why.

His hopes were answered when she replied only with "I can take you. Come on."

Wilson smiled once again and they left the hospital together.


A/N: Well, there's the first chapter. Good? Bad? If it's bad I'll stop. Any constructive criticism is welcome. Or anything at all. Reviews will help me. I'm not sure if I want to make this a House/Cuddy or a Cuddy/Wilson. Right now I'm leaning towards…well nothing. Just tell me what you'd like to see. Oh, but I won't do House/Cam. I'm sorry I'm just not capable of that. I'll try to update as soon as possible.