Dr. Gregory House was in his office, feet propped up on his desk as he watched a monster truck rally on his old worn out TV set. He was supposed to be at Clinic Duty, but he was in no mood to deal with idiots today. He shifted his concentration from the TV to his current case that was bugging him. The symptoms just didn't go along with any disease that his team could think of.

House then realized that he should probably find a better hiding spot from his boss before she found him. His office would be one of the first places she would look for him.

"HOUSE!!" a female voice yelled from the other side of his desk. He jolted in his chair, nearly falling over backwards as he kicked a pile of papers and folders all over the floor, along with his ball that came to peg Dr. Lisa Cuddy square in the head.

"Owwwww! House, what the hell was that for?" she spat at him, massaging at her left temple.

"Jesus Christ, woman, you gotta warn me before you decide to blow one like that!" he shouted as he regained his normal heart rate.

Cuddy glared at him before she spoke. "You're supposed to be in Clinic Duty," she said in her administrative voice.

"But moooooom!" he whined. "All those idiots down there either come in with a cold or an STD. You don't need my magnificent mind to figure that out."

"Yes House, but everybody is required to do Clinic hours, as magnificent as their minds are," she said.

"Whatever," he mumbled as he wheeled his chair to the right and bent over, attempting to clean up the papers that were now scattered amongst the floor.

"I'll get them," Cuddy sighed as she walked around the side of his desk and bent over to start scooping them up. House watched her ass as she moved around. When she set the pile down back on his desk, she shot him a look.

"Don't stare at my ass," she hissed before leaving his office. Man, he thought. Somebody was in a bitchy mood today.

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A few hours later, Cuddy was briskly walking out of one of her meetings towards her office. She had been in there for a while and just wanted to go home and pass out. As if on cue, the minute she entered her office, the phone began to ring off the hook. After a few minutes of answering calls, she finally managed to breathe and shut her eyes as she slumped down in her chair, until the phone rang seconds later again. It was about something she was completely not expecting.

Cuddy's boss had called and told her that they needed her and House in a medical conference in Upstate New York tomorrow. The first thing that had come to her mind was why House? He didn't do anything around the hospital and yet they wanted him at this conference. Turns out that Princeton-Plainsboro was the only hospital that really had a Diagnostic Medicine department and they wanted to check out the reason behind it, which was House. She wasn't sure if she was even going to be able to get him to say yes, let alone go to a conference with her for 2 weeks. It didn't need 2 weeks, but the doctors attending the conference decided to add another week on as a vacation. For Cuddy, she could use the excuse of having to go there as why she was gone and not feel guilty about leaving the hospital. Technically, she was in Upstate New York for a medical conference.

Cuddy managed to drag herself up to House's office to tell him the fantastic news. As she walked in, he was sleeping in his chair in the corner, cane resting on his lap. She smirked as she walked over and picked up the cane, gently poking him with it. He jumped awake.

"If you want to play with my cane so bad, you should have told me. I would have gladly shared it with you," he said sleepily.

Cuddy shot him her famous glare before she began to talk. "House, you and I have been called to a medical conference in Upstate New York tomorrow for 2 weeks."

"What?!" he shouted before a grin crept across his face. "They don't want you going alone. How sweet. My cane and I can keep you company. 14 days of cane fun!"

"No," she said, starting to get annoyed. "This is the only hospital with a diagnostic medicine department. They want to see the man behind it all. And being that I'm the Dean of Medicine, I have to go too."

"But I don't wanna goooo!" he whined. "Those things are so damn boring. I'd last 10 minutes before I would start shouting vagina."

"You are going," Cuddy said in her best administrative voice. "And you will not shout vagina during a lecture."

"Fine!" he huffed. "I'll go on one condition: you get the couch. My leg won't be able to last that long on one of those pieces of junk."

"Oh no you didn't!" Cuddy said in a valley girl voice. "The women always get the bed no matter how crapped up the man's leg is."

House smirked. "Maybe we could share the bed being its for such a long time and---"

"Not in this life," she cut him off. "Meet me at my house at 6 am sharp tomorrow morning. Any later and I will snap your cane in half."

"I'm not going unless I get the bed," he said as he crossed his arms across his chest. Cuddy did not feel like arguing, so she was just going to lie and pretend that she was going to take the couch.

"Fine. But you better give me the bed at some point during this little trip. Or, I could just snap your cane in half."

House faked a hurt look. "Yes mistress..." he said in a low voice. "I might need it for later use."

Cuddy glared at him again and left his office with a sigh. This was going to be fun.