A/N: Ok this is my first shot at a House M.D. fic but I noticed a lack of Wuddy fics on here so I thought I'd write one. Please let me know what you think and enjoy! I love reviews!

End of Days

Chapter 1

Dr. Lisa Cuddy approached the office of head oncologist James Wilson, determined to thank him herself for taking her to the gallery. She was not going to let House beat her to it again with his ridiculous prank of sending Wilson flowers. Though House never admitted he signed her name to them, between Wilson's sudden need to avoid her and House being….well House, she had been able to figure it out fairly quickly.

Despite House's constant jokes about their "date", she had had a wonderful time. Wilson was right, she did work too hard and needed to relax once and a while. Being with James while doing that had been an added bonus. One she was more than willing to live with. And that's how Cuddy found herself standing outside Wilson's door with the intention of thanking him and offering to go out again, whether it was a "date" or not.

The Dean of Medicine knocked on the wood door and soon heard his gentle voice beckon her inside. With the invitation, Cuddy opened the door and stuck her head inside; just enough for Wilson to see who it was.

Seated at his desk, Wilson looked up, silently praying it wasn't House, here to harass him again, as if he did anything else. Upon seeing Cuddy's smiling face, he relaxed a bit and smiled in return, greeting her with a simple, "Hey, come on in."

"Hey," she replied in turn, entering the office and coming to stand in front of his desk.

"What's up?" he asked, curious as to why she was in his office since it was not a common occurrence.

"I just wanted to come down and thank you for last Thursday," she said with a smile, "I thought I'd try and beat House to it this time…sorry about that by the way."

"Not your fault," he replied warmly, as he stood and walked around to the front of his desk to stand face-to-face with her, "that's House; it's what he does. Though I'm sure if he still wants to screw with my mental well-being, which seems to be what he lives for, he'll have no trouble finding another way to do it."

Chuckling softly at his comment, she said, "Very true." After a moment of uncomfortable silence, she continued, "Well, I don't want to tie you up. I just wanted to thank you, I'll let you get back to work," nodding her head at the numerous patient files littered across his desk, before turning to leave.

Impulsively, Wilson's hand shot out and caught her arm, gently turning her back to face him. "Lisa," he began delicately, "Are you free for dinner this Friday night. I mean I know the last time we went to dinner it didn't go so well, but I thought maybe…" he rambled on nervously before Cuddy graciously cut him off.

"I'd love to."

"Oh, ok, great," he stuttered, surprised she actually accepted his invitation.

"You know that's twice in less than two weeks now that I've seen you embarrassed. I think that's a record," she commented teasingly.

Wilson just smiled shyly back at her and continued with his original train of thought, "So anyway, I was thinking that maybe after work on Friday we could just stop somewhere and get something to eat."

"Sounds great," she said, "I'll talk to you later, then." It was more of a statement than a question.

"Yeah, sounds good."

And with that, Cuddy turned and walked out of his office, smiling back at him as she turned to close the door behind her.

As the door clicked shut, Wilson let out a breath he didn't even realize he'd been holding. Now the real question was, did Cuddy think this was a date or just two friends having dinner again? God, Wilson hoped it was the former. Sure, he knew all too well that his track record in the relationship department sucked; he'd be the first to admit it. But this was Cuddy; one of his oldest and closest friends. He wasn't willing to screw this up because if he did, he'd not only lose the chance at a relationship with her, but he'd also lose her as a friend. He was determined not to let that happen and as much as he hated to admit it to himself, he had been more truthful with House during that moment in his friend's office than he let on. The truth was, Wilson really did want to march down to Cuddy's office and kiss her.

The oncologist's current train of thought led him to a very disturbing conclusion: he owed House. If it hadn't been for those play tickets, he never would have asked Cuddy out. Great, he thought to himself, now I'm indebted to House. What is the world coming to?