I own nothing.

She was sitting at her desk looking at documents when Dr. Greg House barged into her office. She looked up as he shut the door behind him and limped over to stand in the middle of her office.

"Yes Dr. House?" said Lisa Cuddy, Dean of Medicine at Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital. "What do you need?"

"Sex!" House proclaimed.

Cuddy's expression didn't change. She just waited for him to stop toying with her and tell her why he was there.

House rolled his eyes. " I need your signature to put my patient on the kidney transplant waiting list," he said as he made his way to her desk. After she signed them, he turned and headed back to the door. "Oh, by the way…how's the cancer?"

Cuddy's head whipped up to stare at House. "You talked to Wilson."

"Technically, he talked to me. Since I didn't know anything about the topic prior to his arrival, it was hard for me to contribute much to the conversation," House replied, voice heavy with sarcasm. He paused. "He's obviously not your oncologist or he would have been bound by doctor/patient confidentiality….which means you talked to him outside of work. Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, his voice much softer now.

"There was no need for you to know. I asked Wilson for advice, as a friend who happens to be an oncologist. I'm just going to have the surgery, get the treatment, and I'll be fine. There was no need to worry anyone else about it. Now, if you don't mind," she said as she got up from her desk, gathered her papers, and headed for the door, "I have a meeting with some donors in about 5 minutes."

House grabbed her arm as she walked by. "Lisa….," he said, his eyes showing a glimpse of the concern he was feeling.

But all he saw in her face as she turned to look at him was frustration and embarrassment. Dr. House looked at the floor, regained his composure, cleared his throat and again looked at her. "You know where I am if you need me." He mumbled as he released his grip on her arm and walked out of her office.