A.N.: I have no idea what has me wanting to do this, but here I am. In my other Huddy fic I did a prologue for when they were back in Michigan, but that was it. Now I want to revisit it completely. What if House had actually made the call he wanted to? What if he had stayed at Michigan with Cuddy? I want to see their life different from the very start. I am sure it has been done before, but I give no fucks xD I am going to do it too. If my plans work out the way I want them to this is going to be one seriously long fic. Hopefully it will be enjoyable for all, otherwise I will be writing for myself. Don't really have a problem at all with that. I amuse myself xD

Anyway, as always I do not own these characters. They are in the clutches of David Shore and co, but really they are safer with me. At least if I was to get rid of Cuddy I would let you know what the hell happened to her.

And I digress...

The smug smile that played the lips of Gregory House could easily tell anyone who knew him well enough that he had gotten laid the night before. He had left the gorgeous Lisa Cuddy alone in her bed for one reason only, he had to get to his job. He only worked at the bookstore a few days a week to put a little extra cash in his pocket. He had already been pushing his luck with his boss, and since he was in a good mood he figured he would not press his luck today. Plus, it never hurt to leave the ladies guessing. He had every intention of calling the raven haired girl later in the day, but she didn't need to know that. He would let her sweat it out then make her day with the simple act of dialing a few buttons on his phone. He was sure that she would be relieved after worrying over his absence from her bed. He hadn't left a note, but he sure as hell had left her with quite an impression. He always did, and unlike a lot of his other encounters, she had left quite an impression with him too.

It was not his style to pursue more girls than just a night of sex. They would come to him for more, but it never turned into a 'relationship'. He hadn't dated a girl steady since his high school sweetheart. He was a young med student. He didn't need the hassle, so it didn't take him long to develop the reputation for 'hitting and quitting it'. Even with that attached to his name, girls still pursued him. They should have known better, but hey who was he to tell them they were wrong? Women were always trying to change like guys like him. It was a shame that they would all learn the hard way that people don't change without a catalyst.

Lisa had been a bit of a catalyst so far. He had seen her in his endocrinology class, and just from looking at her something clicked in him. He knew that he had to get with this girl. She had looked fantastic in her skin tight blue jeans, brown boots, and grey off the shoulder sweater. Her hair hung in long dark curls down over her shoulders framing her face. She seemed intent on whatever the hell she was writing (he damn well wasn't paying a bit of attention to the lecture). While other girls spent the lecture staring at him, Lisa hadn't even spared him a glance. After class she had vanished before he even got a chance to stop her. It didn't take much to find out her name and that she was an undergrad looking to go premed when she finished up. It also didn't take much to find out that she was going to be attending a party on campus the next day. He hadn't planned on attending (frat parties really were not his thing), but if meant that he would have a chance to meet up with the girl who had become his new found fascination then he would gladly put up with a few hours in the presence of some of the most idiot jocks to ever walk the planet.

Finding her was easy. All he had to do was to look to the middle of the room that had become the dance floor. She had somehow found herself plastered to Rick Goldman, the school's top lineman, dancing with her back to him and a beer in her hand. Rick seemed to be taking great pleasure in looking down the front of her royal blue spaghetti strap dress, not that House could rightly blame him. Her exposed cleavage was rather impressive as was her ass, but that part of her body had been on better display in her jeans from yesterday.

Now while he didn't blame Rick for taking advantage of the girl's apparent love of dancing, that didn't mean that he was okay with it. He had come here on a mission. He was not about to let that go. So, when the music changed to a slower song he made his move. He strutted over to the couple and smiled at Rick, "Hey there, Ryan. Mind if I cut in?"

Rick scowled a little and brought his arm around Lisa's waist, "It's Rick."

House shrugged, "Whatever." He looked instead at Lisa, "Wanna dance?"

Lisa flashed what he could only describe as a purely wicked smile and moved out of Rick's grasp, "Yeah. I'd like that. See you later, Rick." She handed the football player her beer then moved closer to House.

Rick merely rolled his eyes and stalked off in a huff.

House gathered the petite girl in his arms and began to sway with her, "I think you just broke a heart."

She looked to where Rick had walked off and began to chat up a tall blonde and laughed a little, "Nah, I think he will live."

"I'm Greg, by the way." He said trying to bring her attention back up to him.

She gazed up into his eyes with an amused look, "Oh believe me, I know."

He smirked a bit at that, "Do you now?"

"Who doesn't know the legendary Greg House?" Even though it was a compliment, her tone was dry and sarcastic.

"Oh so I'm a legend now?" He puffed out his chest a little, "Is it for my expansive knowledge or my skills in the bedroom?"

"Both." She answered bluntly, "But you know you can't believe everything you hear."

"Do you believe it?" He searched her eyes trying to figure the girl out. She had an air of confidence almost able to match his own, and she was willingly participating in this banter with him. He didn't know what to make of it.

"I never believe on blind faith alone." She admitted with a shrug.

He quirked a questioning brow at that, "So you want proof?" Was she really implying what he thought she was? Did she want in his bed or did she want to see his marks from his latest tests?

Suddenly she stopped swaying with him so that she could stand on her tip toes to whisper into his ear, "It couldn't hurt."

Her tone was seductive and her breasts were pressed against his chest. That alone was enough to bring about a stirring in his pants, but her playful smile that she flashed him when he dared to grab her ass was just too much. She was more than game, and this was definitely one game he wanted to play.

They ended up back at her dorm in a flurry of discarded clothes. When Lisa Cuddy laid her naked body down for him on her twin bed, he was forced to stop and stare in appreciation. She had gentle curves in all the right places. He had not a single clue who her parents were, but whoever it was he wanted to send them a thank you card for producing such a creature.

When he laid down on top of her she immediately started pulling him where she wanted him, in between her legs. She grinder her hips up against his pelvis encouraging him to enter her. He had to smile at that. She knew exactly what she wanted and she was bound and determined to get it. He liked that. He entered her in one smooth movement thoroughly enjoying the pleasure and pain that flashed across her face. He dipped his head down to suck on her breasts giving a pause to let her adjust to his size, but she wasn't having that for long. She grabbed hold of his head and pulled him up meeting him with an intense stare that told him to get moving before she made him move. He could definitely get used to this agressive, demanding nature she seemed to posses.

He started in on a fast and hard pace thrusting in and out of her. She moved her hips in time with him moaning and gasping at different intervals, all the noises she made only turning him on that much more. Nothing topped the way she screamed his name when she climaxed though, causing her next door neighbor to beat against the wall in protest. He followed right behind her in his own climax. He moved off of her to her side, both of them trying to catch their breath but also laughing.

She shook her head, "Oh my God." She took a deep breath then continued on, "They are so going to report me."

House chuckled and kissed her shoulder, "Fuck em."

"I don't normally fuck more than one person in a week. You have just helped me meet my quota." She answered back, "Besides that is a girl. I am saving my lesbian experimentation for my senior."

He groaned and buried his head in her hair, "Dear God that is hot." He picked his head up so that he could look down on her, "Can I watch?" He asked in an excited tone like a child asking for a new toy.

"Maybe." She played along with a teasing smile. This was something else he could get used to. She was fun and open. Other girls would have slapped him. She just played right along.

He laid his head back down and gathered her in his arms again, "I am going to have the best dreams now. Thank you."

"You're staying?" Her tone was surprised.

"Are you kicking me out?"

"No." She answered quickly.

"Then yeah." He didn't get to see the smile that brought to her face. His eyes were already closed.

When morning came the alarm on his watch went off. He woke up, but she was still sleeping contently and apparently deeply. He extracted himself from her, dressed, and left without even causing her to stir.

Later when he was done with work he went home to make the call he had been thinking of all day.

Lisa Cuddy had been scoping out Greg House for over a week. Getting him to be the one to find her had been a challenge, but somehow she had managed it. She had heard plenty about the man from around campus. His name seemed to be on every girl's lips. It was common knowledge that women threw themselves at him daily. She wanted to know what the fuss was all about, but she sure as hell was not going to be the one to make the first move.

When he came to her on the dance floor she knew she had won. He would be going home with her that night.

The sex was fantastic. He definitely lived up to his reputation, but what didn't live up to it was the fact that he had stayed with her. It was a surprise, but a pleasant one. She was definitely interested in him. She would be glad to see if it could go further than one night, but she hadn't expected it of him.

Much to her luck the morning after had been a lot more along the lines of what she was expecting. The only proof that he had been there was the sore feeling between her legs. She felt foolish for even considering that he had been serious, but she shrugged it off. She had been prepared for him to leave right after sex. At least he has stuck around to cuddle for a while. According to the rumor mill that was a lot more than most girls got. Her experience with the 'bad boy' had been fun. She didn't regret a damn thing.

So she went about her day as if not a single thing had happened the night before. After a long shower and some breakfast she put on a pair of pink cotton shorts and a white tank top settling in to spend the rest of the day studying for her anatomy test to come in the following week.

When the phone rang she answered in a distracted tone, her eyes still glued to the page, "Hello?"

"Hey." the voice on the other end said.

"Uh hey?" She was barely paying attention. She really wished that whoever it was would get to the point.

"That's a pretty cold greeting for someone who was moaning my name not ten hours ago. Did you forget my voice already."

Now that caught her attention. Her head snapped up and her eyes grew wide, "Oh.. Hi Greg. What's up?"

She could hear him chuckling on the other end of the line, "Is there anything you think about other than sex? You should be ashamed of yourself, Lisa!"

She rolled her eyes. What a pervert. Who the hell interprets 'what's up' as her asking if his dick was up, "Well what can I say, I am just your average everyday nympho." Her tone was dry, but a smile played on her lips. He was such an idiot.

"That is exactly what I wanted to hear. Do you want to come to my place tonight?"

She snorted at that, "Yeah right."

"And why the hell not?" His voice wasn't angry, but he did sound a bit put off. She figured he wasn't used to being told no.

"Last time I checked you bolted out of my room without any sort of goodbye or indication you were leaving. Last time I checked that was usually where things like this end." She explained.

"So you are miffed that I didn't tell you goodbye? I left early."

Again she rolled her eyes. She had a feeling that she would probably doing that a lot with him around, "You don't know how to leave a note? Look Greg, you don't have to do this. I wasn't expecting anything from you." She was giving him an easy out. He was probably just a hell of a lot nicer than people liked to say.

"I know I don't have to do this, but I want to. Can you seriously not believe that I want to see you for more than just one night? I had a good time. Didn't you?"

She sighed a little, "I did, but I know better than to try to think you can take a player out of the game."

"I'm not asking you to go steady." He scoffed.

"I realize that, but I am not a friends with benefits type of girl. A one night stand every now and again, sure, but friends with benefits always gets all fucked up. Emotions get in the way and someone gets hurt. It is not something I want to get all mixed up in."

"We can't just date a bit to see how it goes? Damn Cuddy lighten up."

She laughed a little at that, "Oh so we are on a last name basis now, House?"

"I like the way you say my last name." He growled into the phone making her laugh more.

"So Greg House wants to try to date me."

"Casually." He specified.

"Ah, so you want to see other people too." She knew there was a catch.

"I don't want my wings clipped right away, no. Lets get to know each other for a while, okay?"

She mulled it over in her mind for a moment before giving him his answer, "Okay, but I am still not coming to your place tonight. I have to study for my anatomy test."

"Party pooper. When can I see you then?"

"Wednesday?" She suggested.

"It's a date."

She was left only with the dial tone and a huge smile playing on her lips. She was going to 'casually' date Greg House. Girls all around campus would be plotting her death. How the hell had that happened?

"What the hell happened!" He asked himself as he stared at the phone in disbelief. He didn't date. All he had wanted was to see her again. How did it become dating? How did he agree to that? The minute she started protesting he had searched for a way to make her agree. He couldn't tell if he just wanted to win or if he really just wanted to spend time with her. Maybe it was both? He had no clue.

The only thing he did know was that he was attracted to Lisa Cuddy in a way that he had never been attracted to another girl. She as gorgeous, smart, and funny, and he was pretty sure he was in way over his head.