"Shit..." Cuddy said under her breath. "Shit. Shit. Shit." She continued to stare at the confirmation e-mail on her computer screen.

The confirmation was for a conference in Las Vegas, Nevada. She ordinarily would have immediately turned it down, but House had convinced her to register him and herself along with Wilson. She was very excited at the time. It was supposed to be a vacation of sorts.

But that was a month and a half ago. Before her and House….broke up. This used to be vacation in Sin City was now just another pain in the ass she had to deal with.

Of course House would remember, and undoubtedly run to remind her just to make Cuddy feel uncomfortable. He had really made a habit of doing that the last few weeks. Originally, when they split, she expected him to avoid her completely, however, since the breakup he always came into her office for a "procedure approval" but would turn the conversation into something subtley personal. What made her mad was House didn't like personal. He certainly didn't like confrontation with things that mattered to him. Which meant one of two things: 1) The breakup didn't matter to him, which upset Cuddy or 2) He was trying to make her uncomfortable on purpose just to upset her which just pissed Cuddy off.

But after House would make his appearance to remind her of the conference, give an hour for Wilson to talk to House and then he would be running down as well, barging in to make her feel guilty. Wilson had been a little girl about his two friends' break up. He complained and whined about it, but Cuddy was raising a 2 (soon to be 3) year old and quickly grew impatient with his behavior. Cuddy also felt sympathy. He had been rooting for this relationship from the start, even putting some effort to keep it alive so his feelings were justified.

Cuddy took a deep breath and clicked confirm to for the traveling and hosiptalilty details for the three of them.

A little while later, when Cuddy had managed to submerge herself deep enough in work to forget about the upcoming events, the first part of her prediction came true.

"So," House said loudly as he opened her office door. Cuddy closed her lap top and leaned back in her chair staring at her. "You confirmed the trip."

"Yes." She replied. She could tell House wanted a little more with that statement but she had been successful in the past few weeks of resisting his conversation starters.

"Interesting…" He said trying to get a rise out of her. He was not going to give up so easily.

"Interesting that I confirmed our attendance at a prestigious medical conference that the board already comp'd us for? I don't find that interesting."

"Prestigious, Cuddy? Really? 6 weeks ago you were deadest against it. It was only because I convinced you to go for some hot—"

"God House, shut up!" Cuddy stood up and walked closer to him. "Let me put an end to whatever rise you're trying to get out me. This is business, not pleasure. I'm going because I made a commitment, maybe with different intentions , but a commitment none the less, so I am going to be an adult and stand by it."

House read her face and eyes. He knew she was angry, but he was given a glimmer of hope to see her eyes still with love in them. He knew she still loved him and that was all he needed to know. Everyday, he made up the same story just to come read her face for any signs of a change in feeling. House knew that obviously Cuddy still remained adamant about not being in a relationship, but knowing deep down that she wanted to was good enough for him. After clearly perceiving her frustrations, and getting his daily confirmation of her feelings, he turned around and left to go talk to Wilson.

House went open Wilson's office door to find that it was locked. He knocked loudly and still nothing. House then decided to go through his balcony.

"Wilson, when are you going to learn that a locked door will not keep me out of this office?" House said as he barged in through the balcony door and sat down on the couch.

Wilson was at his desk writing some prescriptions for patients but paused when House entered the room.

"You know I read the email that Cuddy confirmed the conference almost 2 hours ago, House. I thought you would have been here, easily, an hour and a half ago," Wilson said.

"I had to wait for something interesting and life threatening to happen to my patient so I could talk to her so MY bad. I'll be sure to try to speed the dying process along for you," House replied.

Wilson ignored the sarcasm. "So what'd she say?"

"Something about sticking to commitments she makes even if they suck. I'm not really sure, she had a deep v-cut on today..well..deeper. I was slightly distracted."

"Ah…the boob deflection. You should really get knew excuses. Since you're deflecting I'm going to take a guess here and say you are slightly unhappy about the conversation but that it was meaningful."

House just looked out the window.

"But she's still going. If things were really done, she would have canceled no matter what her commitment principles might be," Wilson said positively.

House nodded in hopeful agreement then hurried out of the room when his pager went off.

"Dammit!" Wilson said aloud after House left. He replayed the conversation in his head and realized that he had enabled House again…without even noticing. As much as he wanted those two to patch things up, Wilson knew giving House false hope was only going to make his problems worse.

"So, about the Vegas conference…," Wilson started as he walked into Cuddy's office.

Cuddy rolled her eyes. Wilson's arrival into her office again confirmed her early prediction of how this would unfold. Could he not have come in 15 minutes ago when she was still dwelling about her conversation with House? She had just gotten back into Dean-of-Medicine mode.

"Listen, Wilson, I am in no mood to hear you complain to me about how this trip will affect House and I's relationship. So if you are here to bring up anything about him please just leave. The last thing I need is another reason to feel guilty." Her anger had gotten the better of her and she let that last part slip out of her mouth. Now the conversation would be about her and House's relationship. Wilson was not going to drop this.

"Guilty? You're feeling guilty?" Wilson asked gently. He didn't want to be too pushy.

"No. I have lots to do before we leave Thursday, please leave."

"No you don't. You've buried yourself in this work for the past 3 weeks because of House, you're probably preparing next year's budget by now."

"Well I was just trying to throw you out politely."

Wilson decided not to push things further and left. He did not need a repeat confession to know what he had heard. Cuddy felt guilty. He saw it in her eyes and knew he needed to tell House. Again, the enabling of House not even bothering to cross his mind.