I do not own House, nor will I ever. (sigh)

Would like to say thanks to my friend Mitch for helping me with translation, though all mistakes are my own. English is not my first language so the translation may be worded strange but we thinks its pretty decent. I love reviews and con crit, as i realize I'm not a strong writer so help is very much appreciated.

Takes place after Season 6 Ep Wilson, spoilers for eps up then.

House hobbled across the lobby scanning it for possible disturbances. He was planning on heading to his office and watching his soap for a good few hours before emerging or working on his case, so avoiding Cuddy and the team was critical.

"House we need to talk," a voice said harshly behind him. He nearly jumped, had Cuddy been hiding behind that desk?

"No we don't. I'm pretty sure we have a case, and I haven't done anything out of the ordinary crazy so . . ." he limped away without look back.

"My office now, or I'm adding six more hours of clinic this week." She threatened. He spun around as quickly as his legs would allow and glared at her before heading for her office. If she no longer wanted to play the games, neither did he.

He had barely flopped down onto her couch before she started in.

"You bought my loft!!! I thought you said you were ok with me and Lucas, and then you do this, what is wrong with you, can't you just leave me alone? I thought we had decided to have solely business relationship!" Cuddy seethed.

House looked at her keeping his face completely emotionless. "Wilson bought the loft not me," he stated simply.

"But you told him to, I know it. We were going to start a family there . . ." her words fading to silence, to upset to speak.

"And there's not any other place to do that in Princeton," House stated sarcastically, though at this point both knew that the loft wasn't really what this was about. "Look, I'm tired of you dragging me into your relationship, I'm done with this, so unless you have anything relevant to my job, I'm leaving. " He turned and stalked toward the door. He stopped only when he heard a sob behind him. Pausing, but not turning to face her.

"When did we stop being friends House? We used to go out to drink, me you and Wilson, go out to dinner, we used to enjoy being around each other." She stopped another tear sliding down her cheek.

She had hurt him, hurt him bad with Thanksgiving and the whole Lucas ordeal. He could remember only one other time he had been hurt this bad. "I'm done with this, I'm done with you. I'm not sure we were ever friends, Cuddy. And if we were, we're not ever going to be again, a purely work relationship." He added, spitting her own words back at her. He pulled her door open and strode out the door. Everybody lies, House thought, everybody lies . . .

I'm not really sure where I'm going with this, whether its a one shot or not, but if anyone has any ideas for a continuation I would love for you to PM me or leave a review with an idea in it. Thanks