Disclaimer: I don't own House…unfortunately.

A/N: HouseAddiction is my official beta for this story and my other House story on my other account. As always, critiques are welcome. Enjoy the story XD.


Summary: Vogler's back, but this time it's not for the hospital and he's not out to get House. This time he wants a certain Dean of Medicine and he's willing to do anything to have her. House finds out and isn't too thrilled about it and does what he can to make sure Cuddy stays on his side, but that's hard to do when he's constantly arguing with her.

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Cuddy sat comfortably at her desk, resting her elbows on her desk and laying her head in her hands. She needed a few moments away from the chaos, away from the little ruffles she had to smooth. Her moments peace was interrupted by her door swinging open. Already knowing who it is even before he got in front of her desk she spoke.

"What do you want House?"

"Wow, you're quick today. You didn't even have to look up to know it was me." His smirk only got wider when Cuddy's head came up and rested a glare straight towards the diagnostician currently standing in front of her.

She looked him over through the corners of her eyes as she glared at him. His black blazer hung open over his shoulders, showing off a lot of his black 'Kiss' shirt, complete with red lips and a tongue hanging out. His jeans were snug around his hips as he leaned heavily on his cane. He soon lost his boyish grin when he realized she wasn't in the mood for games.

"I need you to convince a patient."

"To do?" One of her hands dropped down by her elbow while the other rested under her chin. Her shoulder length dark hair was pulled back in a loose pony tail. Random curls strayed here and there from the lack of brushing it back with a brush. She wore a red, knee high skirt with a black shirt. She had a belt secured around her waist to add a bit more decoration to her choice in attire. Her jacket and lab coat were on the hanger by the door so when she needed to be out of the office fast, she could grab them easily and be on her way.

"She needs a heart transplant but she refuses to consent."

Cuddy sighed. "And you expect me to convince her to get it done." It was more of a statement than a question. Her annoyed attitude and small gestures that indicated that she wasn't in a good mood would have had anyone in their right mind leaving her office and confronting her with their issues later.

House, on the other hand, wasn't afraid of his boss. He refused to let her make him leave without getting what he needed. And right now, he needed his patient to consent to the surgery. No one, not even him, could convince his teenage patient that the heart transplant would save her life and that was what she needed. He had no choice but to come to Cuddy, which really annoyed him.

"Uh, yeah." He nodded. "If she doesn't get this done within, oh I don't know say…twenty-four hours, she's going to die." The sincerity in his voice, in his expression, was the most alluring. One minute he was all annoying and making wise cracks and the next he was deadpan serious and getting down to business…in his own special way, which usually consisted of others feeling like crap and he getting his own way.

Cuddy sighed. "Fine, I'll be in her room in about an hour."

"Yes sir. I mean ma'am." House got up and went to the door. "I guess there was no need for that rumor I just spread about you being a pedophile."

Cuddy's eyes widened and her mouth gaped open. He wouldn't dare do something like that, would he?

House then shrugged and strode out. Cuddy stared after him and glanced at the two nurses who whispered and kept glancing her way. Oh, House was going to pay for that rumor.

House smirked as he went up to the desk and slipped the two nurses a fifty dollar bill each.

"Nice work ladies. From the frozen looks on your faces I'd say she's giving the three of us looks of hell…which in other words means that my plan to rile her up worked."

"Yeah, and she coming out of her office."

"She looks really, really angry."

House turned and jumped when he saw Cuddy not even a step away from him. "Oh, dear me." He put a hand to his heart. "You startled me."

Cuddy didn't look the slightest bit amused. "House. In my office."

"But mommy," he whined. "I just got out here."

"Now." Her voice was in a low whisper, her cheeks flushed slightly from suppressed anger.

"Sorry, ladies. I can't play anymore. Mommy's calling."

The two nurses smirked and shook their heads before going back to work. House followed Cuddy into her office and watched as she paced in front of her desk a few times.

"You know, it would actually help to make me cower before you if you speak," informed House leaning a little bit more heavily on his cane.

Cuddy rounded on him. "You!" House flinched backward, frowning at her raised voice.

"Yes?"

The dark haired woman had to put her hands on her temples and take a deep breath to get her temper under control.

"Why, House, did you feel the need to spread a rumor about me being a pedophile?" she asked as calmly as she could muster.

"Well actually, I was going to use it as blackmail but I figured that you'd never agree to convince my patient she needs the surgery so I decided to spread it just a bit earlier," he said.

Cuddy's mouth opened. "'Kay, so you go ahead and spread a pointless, untrue rumor about me without even coming to me to see if I'll agree to talking to your patient, then come into my office only to find out that

I actually agreed?"

"Yep, that pretty much sums it up."

"And you were trying to get what out of this?"

"Nothing really, amusement perhaps. I have nothing better to do with my time." Cuddy took another deep breath.

"Get a life, House."

"I have one. It may seem a little depressing but I'm fully content with my life."

Cuddy laughed. "You? Content with your life? Give me a break House. You're the most miserable person I know. There's no way you could like a life with no one to go home to but yourself and push anyone who tries to get to close out of your life."

It was as if she had struck a nerve. His gaze darkened and his tone became reasonably quiet. "You couldn't possibly be happy then. Going home to know one but yourself, I mean."

"So I don't have some one to say hello to me when I walk in my front door, but at least I let people in."

"You can't hold a relationship. They always walk out on you or you walk out on them. You know why? Because you aren't happy with who they are. Everything has to be perfect for Cuddy. Every damn thing. Whether it's at work or in your social life," snapped House, leaning heavily on his cane.

"At least it's not my depression and miserable attitude that drives them away! Ever since Stacy left you been nothing but a big damn mope! It's no wonder she left you and married some one who's happy. See the difference there?"

"At least she's capable of producing a child." His eyes were dark when he said it but he soon realized his mistake when Cuddy fell silent with a distraught look on her face. She looked away and then back at House.

"Don't bring that into something you started," she warned, on the edge of tears.

"I started? You were the one getting personal and bringing Stacy into this!"

"Which I wouldn't have had to do if it weren't for you starting that damn rumor!"

"Grow up Cuddy! It's a rumor, everyone knows they aren't true."

"Grow up? It's you who should do the damn growing up! You can't go a day without spreading some type of rumor about anyone. You can't go a damn day without being a child!" They were both in each others face

now. Cuddy leaning slightly forward as House leaned deeply forward, down to her face.

"See! This is just it! You don't know how to have fun! That's what drives them away, Lisa! You're Dr. Cuddy at work and you're Dr. Cuddy in relationships."

"Oh!" She leaned back, smiling a moment then making it disappear. "Like you'd know so much about relationships, and mine at that. Greg, you can't last in a relationship because you don't try to make it stick. Stacy isn't the only woman out there, House. Get off your immature ass, start dating and try to make it work."

"Oh yeah, you'd know a lot about my affairs and feelings wouldn't you?" he asked sarcastically. "How about you get off your damn ass and start taking 'How to be a mom' lessons? It might actually help in producing a child!"

"That was shallow and you know it."

"Sorry, I thought we were having a shallow contest," barked House and turned around and barged through the door, heading toward elevator.

When Cuddy looked beyond House, she saw everyone at the nurses station staring in wonderment at the Dean. Never had they once heard anyone talk that way to House. Never once had they seen anyone make him so pissed that he forgot about the pain in his leg and was almost walking on two legs without the cane.

Cuddy, on the other hand, dragged a hand through her hair and looked up at the ceiling as she turned around. It was nice to get all that off her chest but now she felt like crap from all the things he had said to her.

Damn it. Damn that thing called a conscience.

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House sat at his desk, thinking of the argument between him and Cuddy earlier that day. It had been a half hour since then and yet he still couldn't seem to get it off his mind. Cuddy had gotten what she deserved, even it seemed a bit too harsh. She shouldn't have brought Stacy up. Cuddy should have known full well what talking about her did to him.

He glanced at his lackeys who were occupied in a heated conversation about something he didn't find of interest.

He resumed to swinging his cane around his finger. He looked up as his door opened and Wilson strode in. He wasn't wearing the jacket that went with his suit. He wore the shirt, accompanied with a brown and green checkered tie. House shuddered. Whoever made that tie was either on crack, had bad colour vision or was a complete idiot for liking the way the two colors clashed. Wilson was an even bigger idiot for liking the way it looks. His shirt was tucked into his black pants and his almost clown-like shoes matched the color of his pants.

"Heard about the fight between you and Cuddy."

"She told you?"

"No, actually, I found out from a very concerned clinic patient. She says you and the scary lady in the big pretty office were yelling and looked like you wanted to tear her head off while she looked like she wanted to rip her nails through your eyes."

House frowned. "How old is the clinic patient?"

"Around twelve."

"And she came to you why?"

"I happened to be walking by right after you went into the elevator."

"So then if you know we had a fight why are you here? Come to tell me I was too hard on her?"

"I don't know the details. I just know what I told you."

"If you really want to know, why don't you ask Cuddy?"

"I was going to, but her assistant walked in without knocking and she all but chased him out of her office, through his, and threw a chair on his ass as he ran away."

That would have made him laugh if he weren't still so pissed at her.

"So, care to tell me what happened?"

"I spread a rumor about her."

"Oh gee, I wonder why she was so pissed off at you then."

"That's not all. Now if you want to know what happened be a good boy and shut up and listen," snapped House, is bright blue eyes showing hurt, anger and impatience.

Wilson saw the emotions in his friend's eyes and fell silent. He listened as House told him everything he had said to Cuddy…and everything Cuddy had said to him.

"It's ironic, really," commented Wilson once House was done.

"How so?" asked House, looking up from his cane.

"You got so mad but yet it's so true. You miss Stac. We all do…but you dated her. You had feelings for her. Cuddy knows this…she knows how much you miss her and she used that to her advantage."

"Gee, thank you Captain Obvious."

"Apparently Lisa isn't as obvious to you as you think," said Wilson quietly but House heard him.

"Cuddy's an open book. I know every emotion that comes to play on her face. I even know when she's about to give in to me and approve my requests for patients."

Wilson shook his head.

"No House, that's not what I mean." House frowned at his friend, wanting answers. "Sorry, House, but I can't tell you. I'm not even sure Cuddy knows yet."

"What are you talking about? If you're going to talk in riddles, at least give me options."

Wilson got up and put his hands up as he stepped backwards towards the door. "Sorry, House. You're smart. It shouldn't take that long to figure out if you really start paying attention to her."

House smirked. "Jimmy, you know as well as I do that I pay attention to her. Who could miss those lovely fun bags, that fine ass and gorgeous legs?"

Wilson once again shook his head and opened the door. "That wasn't what I meant." And with that, he left

House's office and headed back to his own.

House just sat there with a puzzled expression on his face. Great. Something else to ponder about.