This takes place at the beginning of season 7, right at the beginning so none of it happened, except for everything leading up to House asking "What now?".

"So... What now?" Lisa Cuddy asked, her head shifting off her boyfriend's shoulder to look at him.

"Define now. Do you mean now as in, getting up to empty my bladder before ravishing you again, or now as in the rest of our lives, with our two kids and a robotic dog?" Greg House met her grey-blues with his...really blues?

"I meant somewhere in the middle of those two. But am I meant to be more concerned about the extra child or the robotic dog?" Cuddy asked, dramatically faking concern.

"I'd be more concerned about the extra child. With DNA like that, our kid would wreck lives. Can we get started making one after I go pee?" House replied, his eyes wide. His speech was faster with the sarcasm he placed on his words, but he smiled as he spoke about "our kid".

"We're getting really off topic here. And since when did you want children?" Cuddy asked, catching House's wistful smile, shocked.

He rolled over a little to face her better, and spoke softly but seriously.

"Not children, child. Yours and mine. Think about it."

"Children, House. What about Rachel?"

The 'normal' House returned, "I don't need to want her, judging by her mother being in my bed, I'd say she's already partly mine." He finished with a lecherous wink.

"This soft side of you is weird." Cuddy spoke, confused by this blissfully happy version of House. Not that she wasn't loving it.

"Hey, hey! Nothing about me is soft!" he growled, moving over her.

"Are you sure?" she replied quickly, returning his earlier wink.

"Evil woman."

"You love me really." She replied, moving up to nibble his earlobe.

"Do I? Yes, yes I do, jeez." She smirked as he moaned a little as her teeth grazed down the side of his neck. "You got that right. Now, are we telling people about us, or are our bed sharing antics staying secret?"

"I think showing them would be much more fun." He replied, running a hand down her arm and flipping them over.

"Somehow I don't think that would be considered appropriate... Stop pouting." She laughed at the childish expression on his face, and the sound echoed around his bedroom.

"What about if I just forget to respect your ass' boundaries in public, or forget to lock the door to the store cupboard when we are getting up to some Chameron-esque antics?" he suggested, his hands resting on the afore mentioned part of her body.

"Your sexual harassment is a lot easier to tolerate when we're both naked."

"See, that's what I've been telling you all these years! Maybe you should listen next time, instead of staring at my manhood."

"Shut up and go pee. I'll go search your cupboards for something edible."

"And then we can go ahead with round 39?"

She didn't reply, just pulled one of his reasonably clean shirts from off the floor and left the room, a shout of "That shirt has ruined my life!" following after her.

I had the urge to 'fix' House. This is the way everything goes in my mind.

I know House is kind of un-House-ish, but I feel he could have been like this. He seemed pretty similar when he was with Stacy and stuff.

I dunno. This works as a one-shot, I guess, but if it goes down well, I'll definitely carry it on.