Hey everyone! So I got to writing randomly, jotting anything down, trying to form a sequel to The Island without any direction, and what do you know, I ended up with a first chapter and ideas for the rest of the story. It is called Return to the Island because I do plan on having them returning there somehow for some reason, not sure on that reason yet, but stick with me, because once I find that reason, it'll rock! As always, ideas and suggestions are very welcome! And I do credit, so if you give me some ideas that I use, you will have your fifteen minutes of fame ^^

Enjoy :)

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Lisa Cuddy twirled the engagement ring around on her ring finger absentmindedly. She had been doing that for the past ten minutes and spacing out rather than working on several of the new charts that were slapped onto her desk by Brenda. It had been six months since the events of the island and getting her life back. So far, so good. She hasn't been contacted by Eric or Feeney's lawyer as of yet. They've pretty much dropped off the face of the planet. That was never a good sign. It means they were up to something. Both of them were just too proud to call it quits.

Her parents, sister, and Sam were all in jail for fraud. Sam had it worse than the others. He and Karen were shipped back to Texas where she remained in a minimum-security prison while Sam was sent to a federal prison. He lost his license on the spot, his honor, and just about everything else. The last Cuddy heard, he could be in prison for up to three years. It was the same for her sister. Her parents, who were residents of Massachusetts and were sent there. They got off easy there. The laws in Massachusetts were so much more lenient than Texas. For the same crime, they were only doing a year for fraud, tops. Cuddy didn't care. The fact she had family members in the slammer that made her image look bad she cared, but not the reason for it. They got what they deserved. It just hurt her to no end that her own family would take advantage of her like that and then wish she was dead so they could continue on with what they started.

Ellie Cuddy's one phone call was to her youngest daughter. She called Cuddy's office phone and told her what an embarrassment she was to the family and to never show her face in her life again. That request hurt, zapping Cuddy's heart when she first heard it, and every time after that in which her mind chose to repeat it, but what's done was done. Cuddy came to terms with it a long time ago that her parents didn't wish to associate with her because she took a different route in her life than the one they told her to. Cuddy catching them on fraud certainly wasn't going to make for a nice family reunion.

Nonetheless, Cuddy let it go. She had other things on her mind, like House. She fanned out her fingers and looked at the engagement ring. She's looked at it so many times now since he slipped it on her finger that she could draw it perfectly on paper from memory or write a thousand words description on it without missing a beat. Her only regret is overreacting when House was hanging around with Stacy and jumping to conclusions. She had no idea Stacy was assisting him with choosing a ring. If she kept quiet, House told her he planned to either have a romantic dinner at home or take her on a date, and when she went to use the bathroom, or if he could distract her at the table, he would drop the ring into her wine glass. It didn't work that way. Instead, he threw it at her because of the whole misunderstanding. Cuddy felt so horrible as a result of that. An engagement ring was the last thing on her mind. She never expected House would ask her to marry him. He just didn't seem the type to be tied down in a marriage, or even know the definition of marriage. The island must've really shook some sense into his head. So many things happened to them, including a duel between House and typhoid fever. It's so hard to believe that both of them would be dead right now if Wilson and Cameron didn't find them. House had one more day to live at max. He made such a speedy recovery once he received treatment and that was a relief.

As the days went on, Cuddy still hadn't forgotten about her miscarriage. Her and House did keep trying. He wasn't too crazy about having a kid, but he would do anything for Cuddy. If Cuddy wanted a baby, he'd give her one. There's nothing he wouldn't do for her, except when it came to the hospital. He was still a definite defiant ass about doing his clinic duty, continued to crack jokes about her ass and wardrobe, eat all the red lollipops, and harass the nurses. He would also still always manage to gravitate to her office whether or not she wanted to see him. Nothing changed in the working world. House was still House. The board became increasingly concerned with their engagement. Cuddy feared once she came back to the hospital and got settled in, they would be setting up an emergency meeting. No sooner than her third day engaged to House, they called that dreaded meeting. She was still nervous, even though there was nothing they could officially do about it. They would just be watching her closer now to be sure that she didn't let House slip through her fingers "accidentally on purpose." They were concerned as well. They saw how she and House always attacked one another. There's no way that Cuddy would feel anything towards him except the possibility of a friendship. Cuddy explained to them that this was a unanimous choice between them. They loved each other and wanted to be married. The board was pretty much horrified. Workaholic Lisa Cuddy just doesn't come back from a near death experience and falls in love with an employee that drives her to want to rip her hair out on a daily basis. They had to ask her if she was absolutely sure she could handle things. Her job wasn't on the line and the board didn't have the power to take away her job, but they could give a powerful word of mouth to the Chancellor. Even Chancellor McIntyre was a bit hesitant on his Dean of Medicine becoming engaged to someone like House. It just didn't seem logical. After talking to the board, and assuring and reassuring that she still loved her profession, her job, and everything in between, she would not let House run wild just because they were engaged. This would still be like any other day before. House wouldn't get his own way because he became engaged to the Dean. Cuddy would see it that way.

Chancellor McIntyre also had his concerns. The board was right to consult him. He was a very busy man and really didn't have time to drop in for personal visits, but he owed it to the hospital to be sure his star Dean had everything under control. This was five months ago. Cuddy informed him that she had been employed at the hospital eight years now, House seven and a half, and things would be running just as they always have been. He wouldn't have to worry, although so far since they've been back at work, House likes to pull her chain and take advantage of things. That shouldn't be anything new. He's always been like that. Being engaged to the hospital's administrator wouldn't change that. The Chancellor knew she couldn't say no to House before, even if he came to her with some random diagnosis and a non-plausible way to treat the patient. She would always give him the green light. Chancellor McIntyre had a problem with that, yet he left it in the hands of his Dean to decide what was best. Now that they were engaged, would she be giving him the green light all the time?

Cuddy let out a large sigh and went back to work. She pulled up a favorites folder in her iTunes library to help her work faster. The Chancellor trusted her. Cuddy didn't want to hurt that trust. She's been good friends with her boss for a while and his trust meant everything to her. It including whether or not she had a job when she woke up in the morning.

No sooner did she start working that House entered her office with his cane in one hand and a lollipop in the other.

"What do you want, House?" she asked dryly, not having time to humor him.

"Nice tunes, if you like 80's." He pulled the plastic off the lollipop and stuck the sucker into his mouth.

"In which I do. Is that all you came down here for was to pick on my music?"

Any person listening in on this wouldn't think for two seconds that they were engaged. They sounded like an employer and an employee, nothing more.

"Need a consult. See, I am capable of working."

"Depends on what definition of 'working' you're using today," she added wryly, watching his eyes slowly drink her in from head to toe.

House grinned. "Oh, you're so smart. Ever since I've started living with you, you're picking up my linguistics very well. It's almost no fun anymore."

"Right, which is why I know there's no consult. You just came down to bother me…again," she added with a slight growl.

"Oh no, there is a consult. I have this horny forty something year old patient who has this fiancée that works around the clock and has no time for him. By all rights, is he able to go out and get laid by other sources or no?"

Cuddy rolled her eyes, but couldn't help laughing. "Very funny. I give you attention, House. Too much."

"You do not!" he whined. "It's going on three o'clock and every time I come down here, you turn me away."

"Because unlike you, I have work to do, and I'd like to get it done before I go home tonight. Go away. I'll be home around five if you stop bothering me for two seconds."

"I didn't know that wanting to see my fiancée was considered bothering. Maybe I should go tell my patient to call a hooker and get laid."

Cuddy shook her head in astonishment. "You do what you have to, House. I'm not arguing. Just let me get this done."

House limped around her desk and behind her chair. Cuddy turned half way around in the swivel chair with a frown, wondering what he was up to. He told her to shut up while he swiveled her around evenly to her desk. Before she could retort, House placed both hands on her shoulders and rubbed them gently. Cuddy relaxed with a sigh, lolling her head back and closing her eyes. She loved it when he did this. He had the most talented set of hands she had ever felt. His thumbs dug into her shoulder blades, kneading them both simultaneously, causing her to let out a loud moan.

"You're way too uptight, my future bride."

Cuddy snarled at the tone of his voice. "You say it like that and it makes me wonder what I've gotten myself into."

House worked at her shoulders, drawing in near her neck. "You couldn't live without me."

"Wanna bet?"

"Yes."

"House, you couldn't live a half a day without sex."

"I resent that. Three quarters of the day at most."

"Okay, so when I get home, I'm going straight to bed without you. We'll see who comes begging to one another first."

"After this backrub, woman, you're going to be begging me to take you on the desk in five minutes. You always do."

"That's because we're at home when you give me backrubs, not in my office."

"Yes, but you always get turned on after a backrub. So what do you think? Here or in the bathroom? I hear the shower's a nice place to get it on from when Chase and Cameron were testing out new places to sleep around."

Cuddy batted his hands off her shoulders and swiveled her chair around to face him. "We're not having sex in this hospital. That was rule number one from the start."

House pouted. "But I'm horny!"

"Then go find an orange, cut a hole in it, and—"

"I'm allergic to the juice. I break out."

And he would know that how? Cuddy just shrugged. "Sorry. You'll just have to make do until tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" House squeaked.

"The bet, remember?"

"Screw the bet!"

"So I win?" she asked with a grin.

"Yeah, you win, as long as I can get some when you walk through the door tonight, wifey."

"No," she said, straightening herself out again. "I need to get some work done."

House spun her around to him quickly.

"House!" she scolded.

He leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. At first, it was just a test to see if she would respond. When he felt her lips take part in this, he deepened the kiss and slipped his tongue into her mouth. Cuddy's eyes fluttered closed as she cupped his cheek and reciprocated. Son of a bitch just didn't understand the word no.

When she felt his hand slither down her blouse and finger brush up against her breast, she pushed him back. "No," she said, voice hard.

"Oh come on! You can't kiss back and not close the deal."

"Actually, I can. Get out and let me finish. If you're a good boy, maybe you'll get some action in between the sheets. And I said MAYBE," she stressed when she saw a smirk form onto his face. "Go away."

House limped away, much to Cuddy's delight. If he continued on, she might not have been able to resist him. Although she would never tell him that. It's debatable, but she knew that if he continued to press on, one of these days, he was going to get her to snap and take her on the desk. It was a fantasy of his to make sweet love to her on her desk for some reason. Cuddy didn't blame him. It was hot to fantasize about, but completely unethical. Even if she shut the blinds and locked the door, she still wouldn't find the courage to go through with it. Being uptight would kill the mood and ultimately leave them both unfulfilled.

But at home…in their bed…House was incredible. Even now that he left her office upon command, he's still on her mind, and thinking about his performances in bed didn't help her work any faster. In fact, it just clouded her mind with smutty thoughts of House instead.

Suddenly, she looked at the chart, and instead of seeing words, she saw House's face imprinted there, looking at her and talking to her. "Hey, baby," the image said. "You know you want my sexy body. Come get it."

It was her mind forming the picture of his face obviously. She was more surprised that she actually imagined him saying that to her. She berated him for coming into her office in the first place and now she couldn't stop thinking about him. Damn that man!

Cuddy tried to work on the charts. It was simple. All she had to do was read over them, think a little on what medicine to prescribe these patients, and sign her name at the bottom. She could barely perform those simple tasks without her imagining House's hand on some random part of her body, specific places that he knows sets her off.

Fifteen minutes later, she was done. She couldn't do it anymore. It got down to her just scanning the charts, putting whatever medicine she figured would work, and signing her name. Her body was on fire. She needed House.

She picked up her cell phone to text him to tell him to get home, but instead, she received a text saying that he is home and waiting for her to come over and bring the twins for a visit. Why was he home already? Oh, who cares. Cuddy shot out of her chair, slapped a good chunk of the charts into her briefcase while stuffing the others in a carrying bag, and left for the night. She was in such a hurry that she forgot to shut off the light and lock her office.

"Where are my charts?!" Brenda called as Cuddy was halfway out the door.

"Tomorrow!" Cuddy called back.

There was more on her mind right now than charts. She could already feel House kissing her as she sprinted as best she could in heels out to the parking lot to find her car. What's gotten over her?

"I'm on my way," was the text that she sent back to him, knowing any second, he would be grinning profusely, awaiting her arrival.

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Thanks for reading! Like I said, I'm very open to accepting ideas and suggestions, so if you have one you would like to see brought to life, let me know! If not, it's cool, just kick back and relax :D Also, let me know what you guys think so far! :)