Sorry to everyone who's been waiting so long for the third installment of the Remember trilogy to come out. I've had the worlds biggest case of writers block, as well as some RL things to sort out. But I hope that this story lives up to the long wait. And now, without further ado, I give to you...A Wedding to Remember.

Getting There is Half the Fun

House stared out the window. The rain was coming down hard. "I don't think we should go." He turned back into the room where his fiancé was making a final check of their luggage.

"I don't care what you think." Cuddy didn't bother to look up. They'd had this discussion already, every day for two weeks.

"You've made that abundantly clear." House looked back out the window. "Did you call the airport? There might be..."

"The flight is on time." He'd thought of a dozen excuses to get out of going to her parents house for their golden anniversary, but she'd shot down every one of them.

"I hear they might get a tornado in Chicago."

"They're not getting a tornado in Chicago House."

They could," he mumbled, turning back toward the window.

"Not this weekend." Cuddy pulled the suitcase off the bed and brought it out to the front door to join the other. She came back and tossed him his coat. "Put it on, and get going. The car is here."

"I'm not going." Nothing else had worked, so House was going for the petulant child routine. That one always sent her running.

Cuddy rolled her eyes and grabbed his arm. "You are going." She gave him a tug. "Know why?"

"Because you're evil and enjoy torturing me?" He pulled back, not willing to budge.

"No." She gave a strong yank and nearly pulled him to the floor. Fortunately, he grabbed onto her and landed on top of her.

"This is more like it." House leaned in and kissed her, but she turned her head quickly. "I'll tell you what. You give me a blow job and I'll think about coming with you."

"Tell YOU what, House." She shoved him onto his back and got up. "You come with me to my parents party and I'll think about letting you see me naked ever again." She smiled and walked into the living room. Moments later, House was with her.

The driver had already taken both bags out to the car and was waiting for his passengers.

"Nice car," House said, dropping his body into the backseat.

"I wanted to make sure we actually got to the airport." She shot him a knowing glance. Last time they'd tried to go see her parents House had taken the wrong exit three times.

"You could have driven," House said innocently.

"And listen to you bitch about my driving the whole way there? No thank you. I'm tense enough already." She wasn't really looking forward to this much more than he was.

"If you'd stop treating the I-95 like the Autobahn, I wouldn't have to bitch."

Cuddy didn't want to have this argument again, so she turned to the driver and asked when he thought they'd get to the airport. It was the longest hour of her life.

"Are we there yet?" House asked for the fifth time in ten minutes.

"You're not going to annoy me into changing my mind." Cuddy pulled out her iPod and pushed the noise cancelling earphones into her ears.

A few minutes later House pulled one out. "I think I forgot something."

"Don't care." She pulled the wire from his hand and shoved the earbud back into her ear.

House leaned forward and started talking to the driver. The car swerved slightly catching Cuddy's attention. She pulled the buds out of her ears just in time to hear, "...right there under the table."

"House!" She knew exactly what he was talking about, and it was private.

The driver glued his eyes to the road, afraid to look at the woman who's sex life he now knew in some detail.

"You were ignoring me." House pouted.

"Can you behave yourself for three days?" She's bargained with him before with some success.

"What do I get if I do?"

"To live," she replied bluntly.

"Did you here that Gus? She threatened my life." House called out to the driver who wanted nothing more than to get these two out of his car fast.

"Gus?" Cuddy questioned.

"We're friends now." Gus wasn't the drivers name. House hadn't bothered to get that information. It was just the first name that popped into his head, and he was pretty sure the driver wouldn't bother correcting him. He had a feeling the driver didn't like him much.

"Maybe you can marry him instead."

"You don't love me anymore?" House looked like a wounded puppy. It was a bit over the top, but he knew she wouldn't fall for it no matter how realistic he'd gone.

"Surprisingly I still do. But you're going to do something this weekend that will piss off my mother, and then you'll either have to enter witness protection, or she'll kill you."

"What is she, the head of the Jewish Mafia?"

"I wouldn't be surprised." Cuddy sighed. She wondered if it had ever dawned on her mother that the reason Cuddy was single and childless was because her mother had chased away every boyfriend she'd ever brought within ten feet of her.

House grinned. "I'm so glad you made me come." His mind went there and his smile grew. "And made me go visit your parents too."

Cuddy rolled her eyes. "Why am I marrying you?"

"Because you love me." House snickered. He knew she was a sucker, and he was going to tease her about it for as long as he could. He swept the hair off her neck and kissed it gently. He knew it drove her nuts, and felt her body tremble as the chill of excitement rushed through her.

She whispered into his ear. "If you think I'm going to do it with you in the backseat of a car you're crazy."

House fell back into his seat and pouted. "You're no fun."

Cuddy waited a few minutes, wanting to take him by surprise. Once he'd turned his attention back out the window, she slipped her hand slowly up his leg. She felt his eyes strain in his head. He was trying to look at her without her noticing.

Her fingers crawled slowly up his inner thigh. She felt a slight reaction as they glided across his scar, but it wasn't as bad as it used to be.

House grinned when he heard his zipper slid down quickly. It was an oddly pleasurable sound. He was tempted to spin around in his seat and take her right then and there, but he was curious to see how far she was going to take this first. It wasn't often that she initiated sex in public. He didn't want to ruin her moment.

Cuddy's fingers slid into his y-front and gently brushed the hardening shaft inside. House felt the heat filling his entire body as she stroked him slowly. His breath was coming quickly and he tried not to sweat. He didn't want her to think that she could get a rise out of him whenever she felt like it, no matter how true it was.

She felt the hot steel in her hand. It was so easy to get to him that she almost felt bad doing it, until she remembered all the times he'd done the same to her. She closed her hand in around him and watched him squirm.

"Look, we're there." She saw the airport looming in the distance.

"Don't you dare!" House said menacingly as he felt her warm hand leaving him to flap in the wind.

"I've got to pay the driver." She began fumbling for her purse.

"You are evil."

"Yes." She smiled at him, then leaned over and kissed him sweetly, her hand making quick work on his penis as she did.

She was good. So good that it took seconds to get him fully prepared to fire off. When she was done, she tossed him a tissue and got out of the car. House cleaned up with a mix of disappointment and respect, then followed her into the airport.

No matter what happened this weekend, there was no way he was not going to marry that woman.

Flying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have

The airport was bustling with activity. People ran from here to there and back again. Lines of people waited to be harassed and fondled by security while others grew hostile in the endless, non-moving lines at the ticket window. House followed Cuddy into one such line, his limp more pronounced than ever.

"You should have gotten me a wheel chair," he said, looking for a handicapped lane.

"I am not pushing you around all day." She checked their tickets one more time.

"We're going to miss our flight."

"We have over an hour."

"You asked for a flight with no children, right?" House looked at the snot nosed brat in front of them. He was staring up at House in awe, and holding a candy bar in one grubby little hand.

"There's no such thing. So I had all the children drugged before they get on board." Cuddy realized the woman in front of her had overheard, and hid behind House for a while.

They finally made it through baggage check in. The woman who had dealt with them requested a break as soon as they turned to head for security.

The security line was moving at a snails pace. No one was surprised, or pleased about it. Cuddy took off her shoes as they approached the check point.

"Aren't you afraid they'll find the bomb," House said in his outside voice.

Moments later they were being escorted into a private room behind the check point.

"Can you arrest him for stupidity?" Cuddy was asking the officer that was questioning her.

"Unfortunately it is not yet a federal offense to make such comments, but if we find any evidence that this was more than a joke..."

"You won't. He's just a jerk, not a terrorist."

"That is for us to determine ma'am. Now please empty the contents of your bag into this basket. A female officer will come in to inspect you momentarily." The officer stepped out of the room having gotten all the answers he expected from her.

"I am not removing my clothing unless you bring me a pretty young officer." House was protesting when the lead officer came into his room. It never ceased to amaze him that people still thought it was funny to cause bomb scares in airports. He wished he could arrest people for it, through them in jail for a few days, that would straighten them out.

"You will do what you're told, unless you want to spend the night in the slammer." The gruff man said.

"Slammer? Do you guys really call it that?" House chuckled inappropriately and felt the officer ache for his gun.

"Come now, Dr. House, let's just get this over with so you and the fiancé can go back about your business."

"I don't want to go back about my business Officer," he squinted at the man's name tag, "Maitland. So just arrest me now and do me a favor."

"I'm afraid that's not going to happen Dr. House." A slow smile spread across Officer Maitland's face. This was the first time he'd ever been happy to not arrest someone. "You're free to go."

"What?" House seemed disappointed, which pleased Maitland to no end.

"You're free to go. We have seen no evidence that you have a bomb, or plan on having a bomb or that you are anything more than a sad old man trying to get attention."

"You don't know what you're talking about." House was being sentenced to a weekend with the soon to be in-laws. That was worse than a night in the worst jail in the world. At least it was to him.

"Now, collect your things and leave the airport. We have pulled your bags and they will be waiting for you at the check in desk."

House thought he was hearing things. "Does this mean we can't get on our flight?"

"What do you think Dr. House?" Maitland leaned on the table menacingly. He'd seen it on Law and Order and thought it looked cool and did it every chance he could.

"I think I love you." House got up before the man could change his mind. Glorified security guard or not, Officer Maitland had just given him the best news he'd ever gotten.

Maitland frowned as House practically skipped out of the room. He stood in the doorway and watched his prisoners reunite. The only solace he could find was in the look of death the man's fiancé had just given him.

"Looks like we're going to miss that party..."

"DON'T talk to me!" Cuddy was furious. More mad that he'd ever seen her, and he'd seen her in all stages of mad before.

"I didn't think..."

"I said don't talk to me," she snapped, pushing past him and not caring if it hurt. He'd had them banned from the airport, and from flying for six months. She was in no mood to talk to him.

House watched her get into a cab and pulled out his cell phone. "Hey Wilson. Come pick me up at the airport, outside the United terminal. I'll be waiting." He hung up. Damned voicemail. He needed a drink.

He headed back into the airport, but was stopped at the doors. "I just want to go to the bathroom."

"Sorry sir." The security guard escorted him down the sidewalk to a Porta-Potty being used by the construction crew fixing the east wing of the airport. "You can use this." The guard waited as House pretended to take a piss.