Hello, here is the sequel to Unfriendly Skies, I'm very sorry for not putting it up sooner, I know I did say I would put it up last month, it's been a crazy few weeks. Anyway here is House and Cuddy as newlyweds, it's just a bit of Huddy fluff to start off with but there will be a storyline coming up!

Hope you like it, and keep on spreading the Huddy love!!

Just Married

Chapter 1- Still Newly Weds

Dr. Gregory House was awake in bed, it was Midnight. That wasn't an unusual thing for him. He had suffered from insomnia for as long as he could remember, he used to stay awake as a child on the Marine bases and listen to the night time security of his father and other Marines. Strangely enough, night time was the only time he and his father actually communicated on the same level.

They used to stay up late at night talking. Until House reached his teenage years, and they were spent out at parties were it was a crime to go to bed early.

So still 30 years later, at 48 he still had insomnia.

And right next to him, the woman he loved more than anything, the woman he had been married to for a month, was also having trouble sleeping.

"You awake?" House asked quietly.

"No." Cuddy whispered back frustrated.

"Of course not." House smirked.

Cuddy smirked and turned over, to settle in his arms. "What do you do when you can't sleep?"

"Go watch TV, play the piano, read a book, anything other than sleep." House said, kissing the top of her head. "Anything there take your fancy?"

"Not really." She said, stroking his face. She stopped when she noticed a small scar on the side of his face, right next to his nose. "Where's this from?"

"That one is from…let me think…oh yeah that was when I was climbing a tree and a branch got in the way." House smiled.

"Rebel." She knew he had many scars all over his body, having seen them all numerous times, besides being a son of a Marine he was quite an active child. "This one?" She asked, finding one under his chin, quite a noticeable one if it wasn't for the stubble there.

"That was when I was playing baseball, slid into home face first, didn't see the broken bottle there."

"Nasty." Cuddy said. She found another just above his heart, one quite disfigured from the rest, when she let her fingers run over it, she didn't have to ask before House explained.

"That one is from the time I was on the Marine base. They were practising for battle and I got too close. Someone shot some acid and it splashed on me."

"Ouch!" Cuddy explained. "How old were you?"

"Fourteen."

"Where were you then?"

"Umm, that would have been Japan."

"How many places did you actually live when you were a child?"

House thought for a moment before replying, "About 10."

"Wow. And here I thought the move from Michigan to Jersey was tough."

"I got used to it. You do." House said quietly.

Cuddy looked at him as if he wanted to say more but couldn't, so instead she continued her exploration of his body. She found the smallpox scar and knew instantly what that one was.

"Hey what about the ones on your back?"

"Don't have none there." House said brusquely. Cuddy frowned but took it no further. Truthfully she thought she knew what they were, she recognised them of faded marks on abused children, after being whipped with a belt. Giving him a quick kiss, she found one on his right hand, straight through the palm.

"Don't tell me." Cuddy said. "Stigmata."

House chuckled and kissed her. "No, that was the same tree as before. Me and some friends were making a tree house, and one of them wasn't too good with hammer and nails." She let her hand wander up and found a small burn mark on his wrist. "Burn mark?"

"Yeah, I was helping my mum cook, got too close to the stove."

"Momma's boy, eh?"

"Hah, yeah right." House scoffed. "I was never a Momma's boy, I just liked to help." House said trying to sound uncaring. But Cuddy knew like any man, he had a special place in his heart for his mother.

Resuming her search over his body, she found one on his stomach, that she suspected had gone quite deeply, she fingered it, rubbing it gently, waiting for an explanation. "What about this one?"

"New York, mugging." House said wearily.

"Wow, you've been everywhere." Cuddy said admiringly. "Nothing gets you down."

"Time to sleep." House said, letting Cuddy fall back onto his chest and kissing her.

"OK." Cuddy said surprised, but then she realised she was getting closer to the mother of all scars on anybody she had seen. Though she had put it there, he'd never said anything about her part in it. And no matter how many times she said it didn't bother her, he still couldn't believe she was telling the truth. But she was, it really didn't bother her. The scar didn't but having to be careful about the weakness of his leg did make Cuddy think first.

But Cuddy found herself falling asleep, there was no need to worry about forbidden scars now. Especially since she was one of the very few person who had seen it.

HHHHHHHHHH

When Cuddy woke up, she found House's arm wrapped over her stomach, she had her back to him but knew he was still in a deep sleep. Of course she had to sleep on the left side of the bed, because of House's leg he couldn't really lie on his right side causing him a deep grinding pain.

She could see his leg, which was draped across hers. His scared and mangled leg, completely disfigured now. Which she had partly caused. The long eight inch scar went right down the middle of his thigh and other small cuts accompanied it, the skin was puckered and red. House hated it, when he had gotten out of the hospital, he didn't let anyone but Cuddy see it and that was only that time when he had asked for the morphine injection and always did his best to cover it up during sex. She didn't care about it even though she had caused it but House was convinced it was ugly and didn't want her to see it. She knew no matter what she said he would always think that.

Rubbing his arm gently, he continued snoring softly, and Cuddy had to smile. She felt the scratching of his stubbled jaw on her shoulder as she tried to move out of bed.

"Where are you going?" House asked, his eyes still closed.

"I need coffee." She said. He opened his eyes, in the morning sun they looked even bluer, if that was possible. His eyes were always the thing people were drawn to when they looked at him.

"Make me some as well then." He grinned.

Cuddy rolled her eyes and climbed out of bed. Pulling on a pair of her sweatpants and a top. Turning round she saw House still staring and smirking at her, and realised he had been staring at her the entire time she had dressed.

"What?"

"Nothing, just like watching you."

She jumped back onto the bed and kissed him, then climbed over him, wandering out the door. Just before she left, he smacked her ass. While Cuddy sorted out breakfast for the pair of them, House got dressed into his own sweats, and thought back to the previous night.

"Hey you coming?" She called.

"Right behind you boss." House said grabbing his cane and limping to his Kitchen. Setting it down, he smiled when she placed a plate of waffles in front of him.