Disclaimer: I do not own House or any of the characters, Fox does. If I did, I wouldn't be wasting my genius on fan-fictions, I would be writing scripts. No, I'm just an obsessed fan like you.

Summary: A patient gets an illness that causes House to look back on his past. (House/Cuddy)

AN: this takes place before Cameron leaves sob and before Vogler (I hate his soooo much) Enjoy!

Prologue

A tall young man, only about in his early 20's, stepped out of the library. He sighed in contentment and relief. Man, it was good to be done with school for the day. He glanced at his watch and smiled. It was early, only about 4:00 and now he finally had time to relax. He tosses his keys from hand to hand as he walked out to his car.

"Hey stranger," a voice sounded from behind him. He grinned widely, music to my ears, he thought as he turned to see a pretty blonde with a big smile. Her name was Gillian Piper Quinn; she was a marine biologist and the love of Gregory House's life.

"How have you been Gilly-bean?" he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and kissed her gently on the lips.

"Not too bad," she replied, resting her head on his shoulder. "So, how'd your exams go?"

"Fairly well, actually," Gregory frowned, suddenly worried. "I hope I did O.K. I can't afford getting a bad exam score now, the year's almost over.

"Oh, shut-up," Gillian laughed, ruffling his curly brown hair. "You always do well, you're the best in the class, you're a genius and you're gonna be the best therapist in the world."

"Did I ever tell you how much I love you?"

"Yes, but I never get tired of hearing it." Gillian chuckled.

X x X

Gregory House woke in a fairly good mood, which is saying something considering it was 10:00 in the morning and he felt as thought a 60-ton truck just ran over his head. He swallowed against the faint taste of alcohol and slowly opened his eyes. He froze, where the hell am I? He sat up, looked around, and found himself face-to-face with Lisa Cuddy.

He let out a horrified scream and tumbled out of bed. Cuddy's eyes widened in shock then looked under the covers at herself and screamed loudly. House frowned, looked down at himself, and then screamed again.

"Oh my God! Where are my pants?" House scanned the small apartment.

"That is a wonderful question. Now I have one for you: What the hell are you doing here?" Cuddy hollered back. After a moment of trying to discern what had happened, they both came to the mortifying conclusion.

Cuddy looked shocked a slightly disgusted, "Did we – you – me – I – uh…"

House looked mildly surprised, "My God, that was some night."