Set right at the end of the season six finale, will only make sense if you watch it. I wanted to stick to the initial dialogue because... well, you can't get better than it.
House sat alone in the apartment he'd had for over 18 years. So much had happened, his blissful love with Stacey, something that he thought was his final confirmation that yes, life was good. Life could be fair, he had passion, joy, most importantly, a part of himself that could love someone else. He thought back to his naivety, and of how a simple grouping of dead tissue could lead to a lifetime of isolation. Cuddy was right. He had nothing, except two Vicodin and a bathroom floor covered in the shards of his mirror. Seven years bad luck, but he knew he was due much more than that. Cuddy was engaged, Cuddy was seriously of limits now, forever. And he loved her. Fuck. He loved her and without the possibility of them being together he didn't know what he would do. How could he go back to work? How could he wake up in the morning? She didn't love him, and there was no one else left. He stared at the Vicodin again, two simple white pills that had the power to numb away his fucking existential dilemma. Maybe he would hallucinate another encounter, but it hurt to even think about it. She had hurt him more than a collapsed crane or a hunk of missing muscle ever could, and she didn't even care anymore.
House then heard footsteps, half expecting Wilson to take one look at this pathetic scene and turn around. He didn't deserve Wilson if he went back on the Vicodin, heck, he didn't deserve anyone. He looked up only to see Cuddy, who looked softer somehow. Maybe it was the hue of the pink scrubs, her lack of makeup, or the look of disappointment on her face as she caught a glimpse of the white pills in her hand, but she didn't look like the strong, confident Cuddy who had so easily tossed his feelings aside. She looked fuzzy and frazzled, but still beautiful. House saw this change in her aura as evidence of an oncoming hallucination.
"You gonna leap across the room and grab them out of my hand?"
"No. It's your choice if you want to go back on drugs."
"Okay. Just so you know I'm finding it hard to see the downside."
Houses thoughts were racing. Pathetic fuck. House, you are just a weak fuck. Look at yourself.
"You need to re bandage your shoulder."
She still pities you.
"Is that why you're here? Foreman sent you?"
She'd have to be sent. She wouldn't come here out of her own accord.
"No."
"Here to yell at me again?"
"No."
"Well I'm running out of ideas."
"Lucas..."
Don't say his name.
"Oh great, you're feeling uncomfortable again, probably means you just got back from some quickie wedding in Vegas, or you're already pregnant..."
"I ended it."
What?
"What?"
"I'm stuck House. I keep wanting to move forward, I keep wanting to move on and I can't. I'm in my new house with my new fiance and all I can think about is you. I just need to know if you and I could work."
Cuddy stopped. She looked down at House, who was avoiding her gaze, processing, always processing. She'd just poured her heart out, the deepest feelings that she had been trying to deny. She had trouble acknowledging their existence, although it hit her in the face when she saw him talk to Hannah. She'd never seen House like that, she had convinced herself he could never be like that, and that's why they would never work. Now he'd altered everything.
"You think I can fix myself."
"I don't know."
But she'll take the risk.
"Because I'm the most screwed up person in the world."
"I know. I love you. I wish I didn't but I can't help it."
House struggled to stand, Cuddy held out her hand, the simple gesture of dependence solidified the emotion in the air. He stood, and House tentatively moved in to kiss her, just tasting her lips, testing the waters of a potentially stormy ocean. He was no longer processing her confessed love, the crane, Lucas, Vicodin, he was just existing for her and this moment of mutual love. It didn't feel real. It was too perfect.
"How do I know I'm not hallucinating?" House asked.
"Did you take the Vicodin?"
"No."
"Then I think we're okay."
"Yeah." House smiled and ceremoniously dropped the Vicodin. He moved in more another kiss, less hesitant, more passionate. House search for Cuddy's hand, he felt her half smile at the gesture. Tongues and fingers entwined, House knew it was going to be more than okay.