Summary: House and Cuddy went to Vegas for an errand. One night they somewhat managed to get married and then they met an accident. Cuddy woke up with amnesia while House was obliged to play husband. Catastrophic but fun.

Timeline: Months after Season 2's No Reason and few episodes at the beginning of season 3. No spoilers, I swear, aside from the one thing about House walking without his cane anymore. Nothing more beyond that.

As always, italics are thoughts.

Disclaimer: as much as I wanted to own them… I just don't… can't…

HOUSE rubbed his face with his palm to provide it with warmth. Then he took a deep breath to inhale the coolness in the morning atmosphere. It is only then that he managed to open up his eyes and drown in all the white garments that surround him.

He let go of a genuine smile on his face after he felt a soft hand under his: Good morning, Lisa.

He stood up from his position beside the bed and leaned over to her peacefully sleeping body. He brushed a few strands of hair off of her face as he whisper: "Rise and shine, Sunshine."

She did not move nor moaned to even just signal that she is aware of his presence.

He exhaled: "Give me a few moments to prepare the lukeworms for breakfast… Breakfast in bed as usual…" then he headed for the door and closed it behind him.

After a few minutes, just as he had promised, he returned with a 500 ml bottle of blenderized food/fluid with him. He stared at her direction. He assessed her from top to bottom. He made a mental note to never forget to mention to her a naughty comment about her breast and how adorable it was for him to watch it rise and fall during the whole time she was asleep.

The genuine smile he is wearing since he woke up rose to one side of his mouth to indicate a nasty thought playing around in his head.

He walked across the room, past Lisa's sleeping body, to open the curtains and allow the sunlight touch her skin. It is a magnificent sight to watch Lisa, as solemn as she is now, be embraced by nature as if a divine being.

If I did not marry you, I would have worshiped the grounds you walked on...and kissed you from feet up…quite a short cut, don't you think?

He chucked and said: "It has been two months, Lisa…"

Still, she seems undisturbed by his presence. She remained still, in supine position and unconscious with her lower body covered by a thick blanket.

He maneuvered again in the room to reach a button at the foot part of her bed. He pushed it with his index finger until her head is elevated at about 30 to 45 degrees from her lower body part.

He walked past her side and settled there for a while to hold her hand and feel her carotid pulse beating weakly. He counted it for a full minute.

After that, he reached for a stethoscope hanging over her headboard. He pulled her blanket down to her waist level and revealed her white cotton undergarment. He placed the stethoscope on the left upper quadrant of her abdomen at the level of her stomach. Then he reached out on the supply cabinet atop the side table for a sterile asepto-syringe and connected it at the distal end of the nasogastric tube inserted in her nares.

He pushed a small amount of air in the tube and after hearing a gurgling sound in her stomach, he opened up the 500 ml bottle of osteorized feeding. He disconnected the bulb of the asepto syringe and filled it with the blenderized food. He lifted up his hand to elevate the tube and allow a faster flow of food in it.

He watched Lisa as he feed her. For a minute there, he thought he was about to pity her present state: comatose for almost two months after their accident in one of the major streets of Las Vegas.

Before all the contents of the syringe drain to the tube, he clamped the connection in between the syringe and the tube with his smallest finger to prevent the entrance of air in her stomach.

He's been doing the feeding for Lisa for almost once a day everyday if ever nurse Brenda will never get the chance to impede in his agenda to do so.

He filled it again, and again and again until 200-300 ml of the bottle content has been given to her.

He observed her: all of her wounds had healed and not a single scar remains in her face. She is clean and smells nice, a very good proof that she is being well attended to. Her room smells of flowers too. Some are from Wilson, who never failed to send a bouquet for her every time the old ones he sent withered while some are from people she knows and he doesn't.

He was startled when the door suddenly opened and revealed Brenda eyeing him suspiciously.

"I can't believe you!" she said accusingly.

He deposited 30 ml of water to flush the remnants of food on her nasogastric tube after he finished feeding her. He picked up two pieces of tissue on her bedside and he wiped Lisa's lips with it.

"Dr. Cuddy made it clear that she doesn't want you, Dr. Gregory House, to be her doctor---"

"---just in case she gets sick!" he finished her sentence for her.

"So, it's clear that you already know that."

"But that living will was made before she was hospitalized, before we went to Vegas, before she married me…" he said, then, he drank the remaining 200 ml of osteorized food from the bottle.

"You really think anyone in the hospital would believe that new story you made up?" Brenda looked at him impatiently and went herself to Lisa's side as if searching of what mischief he might have done to her body.

He covered the distal end of her nasogastric tube and tilted his head to one side and said: "I feed her 300 ml, record it in your Intake and Output record. Let her head remain in that position in the next 30 minutes. That osteorized food has too much glucose in it, check her Capillary Blood Glucose after 6 hours. Don't let your Hospital Administrator a.k.a Big Boss Cuddy get hyperglycemia due to the hospital's nutritionist's failure to consider her sugar level. Very irresponsible!"

Brenda shook her head in disbelief: "You're not her doctor. You can't give orders."

"Then, order her doctor to take my orders for her! If I'm boss, I'll fire him." Then he motioned to walk away while Brenda busily checked on Lisa's vital signs.

House stopped at the door step and waited for Brenda to get out of the room with him. She headed to the door after she tucked Lisa's body under the blankets.

Brenda was a few steps ahead of House when they both tuned to Lisa's direction after they heard her cough and then gurgle.

Brenda's head snapped to look at House: "What have you done?"

"Aspiration! Prep her for suctioning!" House almost flew the space in between him and Lisa's bed just to get to her. Brenda ran to the supply cabinet to get a suction catheter.

He laid her on her right side as she choke.

Lisa, Sunshine, don't let this happen.

House stroked her back.

Lisa opened her eyes.

House almost felt his heart beat radiate through his temples.

Her eyes are that of ocean blue and silver metal, just as he remembered it to be.

He stared at her as she tends to fight for air. She is slightly turning to blue.

Brenda came in to connect the catheter to the suction machine after she washed it with sterile normal saline solution.

House inserted the suction catheter through Lisa's mouth and applied pressure to allow passage of the obstruction from her airway to the machine through the catheter.

Lisa choked.

Bluish discoloration in her face subsided while she turned intensely red.

Brenda closed her eyes and shook her head.

House did not give up. He pitied Lisa for having to feel the power of that suction in the insides of her. But he knows that he has to do it.

Lisa closed her eyes as beady drops of tears form at the far end of it.

You can make it. Don't slip from me again.

She grasped for air.

Please.

She opened her eyes one final time and opened her mouth to inhale hungrily for oxygen.

"That's it! Li---Cuddy! Cuddy, talk to me!" House said, holding her face with his one hand. Brenda held him a penlight and he put it in Lisa's eyes to check for pupil reaction.

Lisa stared at him blankly and whispered a barely recognizable "Greg" in between her breaths.

House and Brenda exchanged looks.

"Awake, conscious and coherent… Finally after two months… put that in your nurse's remarks sheet," House said dismissingly to Brenda.

Brenda turned off the suction machine and disposed the catheter.

Lisa touched her face as if exploring it for the first time. She felt the silicon nasogastric tube in her nostril and with a confused facial expression; she tried to pull it out.

House held her hand to stop her from doing so. He motioned Brenda to hand him a tissue paper. Surprisingly, without contempt, she did as he told her.

"Cuddy, sure as hell you already know this but still I'd have to tell you, breathe through your mouth while I pull this out. You understand that?" House said to her.

Lisa nodded.

He pulled it gently. Until after the end of the tube was out, she choked again and coughed slightly. He could see just how relieved she was to finally be rid off of that tube.

So was he.

But still, she remained confused.

House eyed her skeptically and asked: "You remember who I am, don't you? Who am I? "

"Greg… Gregory House…" she answered.

"Is there a problem, Dr. House?" asked Brenda.

"And you remember who you are? What's your name?" House to Lisa.

"Uh, Cuddy…"

"First name, I mean."

"Cuddy?" Lisa said.

"Do you know where you are right now?" Brenda asked her.

"I…don't know…"

"Your birthday?"

"I can't---remember…"

House and Brenda exchanged bewildered look.

"I think she's got amnesia." House said.

"I think she's just disoriented. It's been two months Dr. House." Brenda tried to rationalize.

House sighed: "We'll see…"

NOTE: Vagueness is intentional, just trust me. Please tell me what you think. Criticism or whatever, just be kind.

Sorry bout the tenses, if a lot slipped again. Classic problem.