Here's the second fic. Things have been pretty hectic since the first one. I've moved and have started uni, which obviously means a freshers week that has been absolutely MAD. And then there was Season 5! I have to wait until the day after those of you in the US watch it but I'm not complaining - I'm just glad that I don't have to wait until next year!!

I've had so many ideas but finally settled on this one. There's two others that have been started but I think I might need a bit of help with ideas and characterization so if there is anyone willing to help once this one's finished, I would be eternally grateful.

Premonition was so well received, I'm a bit worried that this one won't meet that standard but I've given it my best shot. So expect some innuendo, college flashbacks and...loads of HUDDY! The chapters in this one might be slightly shorter just because of time really.

Also, it's 2:31 am, I've had a few drinks so if there are any mistakes, please forgive me...

"You went didn't you?"

Cuddy made her excuses to the person on the other end of the phone as House flung her office doors open.

"You went to the reunion," he told her again when she didn't give him an answer.

"Why does it matter?" she sighed as she removed her legs from the desk and turned to face him as he took the seat in front of her.

"I'm interested," he shrugged, looking down her top as she leaned forward resting her arms on the desk.

She rolled her eyes and sat back in her chair. "Why?" He shrugged again. "You got an invite too. If you were that interested, you could have gone yourself."

"I'm not interested in what those losers are up to, we graduated in different years. I'm interested in why you went."

"Well, unlike you, I was interested in what other people are up to. I like people," she added speaking as though she was speaking to a five year-old. "And I liked those people."

"You went to brag didn't you? The whole 'first female Dean of medicine. Second youngest' blah blah blah." She sighed. "What happened to your room mate? Sharon? Sherry?" He asked with a smile on his face.

Cuddy snorted. "Angie. She owns her own advertising business and is getting married next month. Here, she told me to give this to you." She dug through her purse and handed him a card with loopy handwriting.

"Angela Steadman and…Maria Hellupi?" He looked at her, mouth agape. "A woman?"

"Yup," she smiled at him. "Apparently, one night with you was enough to put her off men for life."

"Huh," House snorted. "That's not the feeling I was getting that night. She couldn't get enough of me. Well it was either her or that blonde one on the hockey squad. Or the red head you used to tutor. Or," he laughed as she rolled her eyes. "It was the head cheerleader." He shrugged. "I can never remember. Anyway, I notice that you aren't throwing yourself at members of the same sex, although if you do can I watch?" he leered at her.

She shook her head reddening slightly. "I think it's about time you went back to work. If you want to know how people are doing, you can have this." Cuddy handed him a booklet with 'University of Michigan Alumni' on the front. He flicked through it before throwing it on the desk.

"Nope. I already told you I'm not interested in knowing what those idiots are doing with their lives. So, you going to the wedding?" He asked picking the invite off the desk and spinning it between two fingers.

"I don't know yet. I told her it all counted on whether or not I could arrange the time off again. You?"

"Maybe. It's a chance to watch two women grope each other for free." He waggled his eyebrows at her. "Who am I to turn that offer away." She gave a small chuckle at his lechery. "If you decide to go, tell me," he said, standing, all playfulness leaving him. "I'll go with you."

If she hadn't seen the serious look on his face she would have laughed at him, telling him there was no chance they were travelling anywhere together, let alone a wedding. But something told her he was done playing. The look even suggested he would be on his best behaviour. She nodded looking into those brilliant blue eyes before he turned and left, unaware of the shiver that passed through Lisa Cuddy's body.

Lisa and Angie were sat on one of the picnic benches eating their lunch. The sun was shining meaning the university grounds were more crowded than usual, and Angie used this as an opportunity to fill he friend in on all the juicy gossip.

"He's the guy to go to if you want top quality cannabis," she pointed out a guy sat on the wall by the canteen with his head in a book. "I know," she said at Lisa's incredulous look. "Obviously he needs a way to… de-stress after a chess match. Ooh, she's plastic. If you're looking at it, chances are it's not real. She's a captain away from sleeping with the entire basketball team and he," She pointed discreetly to a group of lacrosse players on the next table, "is the one to avoid. Greg House will talk you into bed then talk you out of it in the morning."

"Which one?" She asked intrigued.

"The tall one, that's not really taking any interest in what Bobby's telling him."

Lisa watched Bobby Greer laugh at his own joke, then turned her attention to the non-smiling man next to him. He was definitely tall, with broad shoulders, an obvious effect from his chosen sport, thick brown hair and startling blue eyes. Her stomach tightened and she could see why the girls fell at his feet.

"Wow."

"No Lisa. Whatever you're thinking, forget it. Not unless you wanna be used and abused."

"You can't tell me you didn't consider it." She eyed her friend carefully, looking for a tell tale sign in those big brown eyes, that she was lying.

"Nope." And there it was, the sparkle in her friend's eyes that told her she was doing her fair share of lusting after the lacrosse star.

"MmHm. So the dilated pupils, heavy breathing, increased heart rate…either you're thinking about doing him or you're coming down with something. Which is it to be?" She laughed at the reaction she was getting.

"Why did I have to befriend the med student?" Angie sighed. "Fine. He's just my type but I'm only window shopping. I have no desire to sleep with him. And neither should you."

"Okay, okay." Lisa assured her. "What else should I know," she attempted to change the subject away from Greg House and onto someone else but she was no longer concentrating on the people her friend was now pointing at. Instead, all her attention was on House, watching as he contributed slightly to the conversation going on around him and ignored the blonde sitting next to him, trying to get his attention and watched as his head turned slightly looking right at her. She shivered and he smiled slightly before breaking the eye contact, gathering his things and leaving without a word to his 'friends' or a second look in her direction. And God knows Lisa wanted more than just a second glance right now.

He heard the click clack of her heels as she stepped out of the elevator and was eager to finish the differential before she arrived.

"Run bloods, get an MRI of her head to rule out trauma and an LP for encephalitis. And you two," he pointed to Foreman and Thirteen. "Check her home and speak to anyone about to get a better history." He turned to see Cuddy sitting in the chair opposite his desk waiting for him.

"What did you do now?" Foreman asked before following the three fellows from the room.

"Nothing. She just wants my body." He smirked and pulled open the door between his office and the conference room. "How many times do I have to tell you Cuddy? Those positions are way too risky to try at the hospital. Anyone could walk in." He saw Foreman shake his head and leave while Cuddy bit back a growl. She pushed her chair back standing up.

"It doesn't matter, House." She sighed. She should have guessed that his resemblance to a regular human being wouldn't last long.

"Cuddy, wait." She stopped. "What did you want to say?"

Cuddy sat back down and eyed him cautiously before answering. "I just came to tell you that I'll be going to the wedding next month."

He nodded. "Right. I will too then. If my boss can give me the time off. She's a bit of a hard ass," he smirked at her.

"Well," she bit back a smile. "I'm sure if you complete all your clinic hours this month, that hard ass might be willing to let you go."

"In that case you can go on your own," he told her, although she could tell he wasn't serious. "I spoke to Bobby earlier. You lied." He told her simply

She gave him a confused look. "I thought you didn't want to get in touch with anyone from college?"

"I kept those I thought I might need within reach," he smiled. "Bobby's a photographer. For a lingerie catalogue. Knows quite a few models…" He bobbed his eyebrows suggestively.

She laughed at him. "Of course."

"You said that Angie spent one night with me and decided to change sides but she was with Bobby for six months after college then told him she was attracted to his sister instead." Cuddy grinned at him. "I told you, one night with me and they're begging for more. But, hey, I'm biased." He shrugged with the beginnings of a smile on his face. "You tell me."

"My God, you're your ego is huge."

"Twenty odd years and you've only just worked that out?"

"Right." Cuddy stood, rolling her eyes at him. "I'll book the flights but don't think you're getting out of paying. I'll hunt you down till I get every penny," she added walking to the door.

"I'll look forward to it."

House was sat in a dark corner of the coffee shop, reading through a paper on infectious disease when she walked in. He had noticed her watching him a few weeks ago and couldn't stop thinking about her since. All he knew was that she was a pre-med student and he refused to ask anyone about her on the off chance that his reputation for being a 'love 'em and leave 'em' kind of guy was ruined. Instead he looked in the lab schedules and the med school notice boards and finally he discovered her name. Lisa Cuddy. A name he knew he was never going to forget.

He gathered his things as she ordered her coffee and fumbled around with her books and purse to pay. Seizing his moment, he went to her picking up a book she had dropped before taking the pile and placing them on the counter – he would help but he didn't need to actually hold her books.

"Thanks," she breathed as she continued to search in her purse for some money and coming up empty. She flushed bright red as he continued to watch her and the till cashier let out an angry sigh. "Sorry, I'm going to have to skip the coffee." She gathered her books as she turned an even deeper shade of red and left.

"Here." She was almost at the end of the street when she heard a voice next to her. She looked up and scrutinized the coffee cup that was being held out to her. "I didn't' spit in it. But if you want me to…" he smiled at her and thrust the cup further into her face.

She smiled at him. "Thanks. You didn't have to."

"I know. It's not a gift. I'll hunt you down till I get every penny," he told her running his eyes appreciatively over her body.

"I'll look forward to it," she grinned at him as she walked off, leaving him smiling after her.