AN: This is my first stab at a fanfic, so I hope you enjoy. The first two chapters are kind of prologues and then the story really takes off after that. Each chapter is named after a song that has been used on House that has lyrics that describe the chapter, if that makes any sense. This is a completely AU story and the timing of events are a little OOC. I don't own House or any of the other characters from the show, although I wish I did. I do, however, own the Gallaghers and Meredith Sawyer.

Chapter Two: Good Man

One Year Later

I walked into the hospital cafeteria and saw Greg sitting with James Wilson, the head of the oncology department and his best friend, at one of the far tables. James had been Greg's friend for years. I honestly do not know how James has put up with Greg for as long as he has, but James is the one person, besides me, that would be there for Greg no matter what, through the insanity and everything. James was a great guy, almost too great. He was a bit of an enabler, which I am sure is what drove Greg to him in the first place, but he always meant well. Over the past year, I had grown very close to James. He was the only other person in Greg's life who really understood what loving and caring for Greg entailed, so we were often sounding boards for each other when we couldn't decipher Greg's particular brand of crazy. While he wasn't exactly my type, he was very handsome and I could never really figure out why he had the amount of trouble he had with women. He has two ex-wives, but he has been dating a neurologist from Greg's department for the past six months, which annoyed Greg to no end. I actually really liked her and I liked them together, which annoyed Greg even more.

I marched right over to the table. "Hey," I greeted the two of them. I sat down next to Greg, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and stole one of his French fries.

"Can you believe this woman? She is always stealing my food," Greg said to James.

"Annoying, isn't it? When someone is constantly taking your food?" James asked Greg, sarcastically.

Greg faked laughter, "You're talking about me, aren't you?" James just smirked at him.

"Greg, go get me a sandwich please. My feet hurt and I don't want to get up again," I told him with a smile.

"Oh, your feet hurt? My leg hurts. Go get your own sandwich," he took a giant bite of his sandwich.

"It's always a competition with you. A grilled cheese would be great." I told him as he shook his head at me and then decided to get up. I watched him as he walked over to the lunch line.

"So, James, are you and your lady still coming over tomorrow?" I asked him, eating another of Greg's French fries.

"Of course. Now, I am assuming you are ordering in from somewhere?" He teased me.

"No, I will be cooking."

"Seriously? Are we having peanut butter sandwiches and soup? Because between the two of you, your collective cooking skills are atrocious."

"Ha ha. Very funny."

James rolled his eyes at me and then gave me a warm smile. "So, what's the deal? I have known House for almost six years and not once has he celebrated Thanksgiving. He knows you a year, and you have him hosting Thanksgiving dinner. How did you do it?"

"I didn't do anything. Believe me I would rather not celebrate at all, but his parents wanted us to come Lexington for Thanksgiving. He couldn't lie to his mother so Thanksgiving with you was an easy out."

"Wow, I'm touched," James said sarcastically.

"Hey you asked," I told him.

Greg returned to the table, my grilled cheese in hand. "More of my fries are missing. Who stole them?"

"Well, I'd love to see the conclusion of this exciting episode of 'Who stole my fries' but I have a consult in five minutes. See you later." James picked up his tray and walked away.

"Bye!" I waved.

"Tell me why you are forcing me to have Thanksgiving dinner with them again?" Greg asked, in between bites of his Rueben.

"Because you are the only adult on Earth who can't lie to his mother," I said, taking a bite of my sandwich.

"Oh, right. You are so lucky your parents are dead," he said, a little grin on his face.

"You're an ass," I told him with a slight smile.

His grin grew larger. "It is definitely possible," he said, drinking from his soda. "But why do we have to dinner with both of them?"

"Because they are a couple and most normal couples like to spend holidays with each other."

"But I don't like Sawyer," he whined.

"Good God Greg, I know. You tell me every chance you get," I said, feigning exasperation.

"Well, then I would think you would've gotten it by now."

I let out a big laugh. "I have, I just don't care. Besides if you really didn't like her as much as you say you don't you would have fired her." He rolled his eyes at me in response.

Just then, Dr. Cameron, one of Greg's Fellows, walked over to our table. She was pretty harmless, but she annoyed me. Her naivety was gag inducing and her insane moral compass drove her to my office almost everyday to tattle on something Greg or the other Fellows had done. She hasn't worked for Greg for very long but I got the impression that she had a major crush on him.

"Hi, Isabella," she said tersely to me. I don't think she likes me very much. I knew she was jealous that I had landed Greg, and she couldn't. While she was always professional, she never put any extra effort into her civility. "House, we have a new patient. I brought you the file."

"We can only have a new patient if I admit a new patient, and since I haven't admitted anyone, how can we have a patient?" he asked sarcastically.

I looked from Greg to Cameron. She looked annoyed, but I couldn't tell if it was at me or at him.

"Chase admitted her from the ER fifteen minutes ago. She is a pregnant, nonalcoholic 26 year old with liver failure." Cameron stood over the table, with her hands on her hips.

Greg looked over the file she handed him. "How bad?"

"Her LFT's are through the roof. She's dangerously close to losing the baby and needing a new liver."

"Get a full hepatitis panel and patient history. Gather up the other kiddies when you're done and meet me in my office," he said, handing her the file.

She took the file back and walked away. "God, she's annoying." Greg said after she left.

I giggled at him. "So, you want anything special for dinner tonight? I was thinking about just ordering a pizza."

"Would you ever want to get married?" he asked, throwing a French fry into his mouth.

I almost choked on my food. "What? Where did that come from?"

"I hear girls expect marriage after a certain point," he said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Greg, you are being ridiculous. I don't need to be married and you know that."

"What if I was actually asking?" he asked, before taking a swig of his soda.

"This is how you are going to ask me to marry you? In the middle of the hospital cafeteria, in between bites of our sandwiches?" I asked, incredulous.

"Would you prefer I got down on one knee and gave you a million dollar ring?"

"No, of course not," I answered, feeling overwhelmed by what was happening.

"Well, then I guess I need to return this." He slid a tiny red, ring box over to me that looked suspiciously like a Cartier box.

I sat there, speechless, staring at that box as thoughts of the past year swarmed in my head. Greg was not an easy man to be with. He was withdrawn and moody. He was obsessive and introspective and rarely shared those introspective thoughts with me. He was reckless and arrogant. But I loved every second with him because of those character traits. All of the things about him that annoyed and pissed off everyone else in his life, I found refreshing and very close to my own personality. The past year had been tough, yes, but that wasn't all his fault. I am sure I am not the easiest person to live with either. I was moody, withdrawn, obsessive, arrogant and any other adjective that has been used to describe Greg. And I realized I would never find a more perfect compliment to my own particular neurosis.

I opened the box and saw the most beautiful ring I had ever seen. It was a three stacked 18-carat white gold wedding band with pave diamonds around the circumference of all three bands. I recognized it as part of the Tank Francaise collection from Cartier. It was just the kind of ring Greg would have picked out for me, simple and elegant, yet flashy enough for a doctor's wife. He must have spent a small fortune on it.

"Oh. My. God," each word became its own sentence. "Greg, this is absolutely gorgeous." I took the ring out of the box and turned it around in my hands. The diamonds were perfect and they shone brightly, even under the fluorescent lights of the cafeteria. "But, I had no idea you wanted to get married."

"You are the one. We should make it official," he said, offhandedly, punctuating his statement with a shrug of his shoulders. Outside observers might take offense to this apparent disinterest, but this was just his nature. I was actually more blown away by his nonchalance than I ever could be with any overblown romantic gesture because this relaxed attitude meant that he believed this was just the way it should be, this was what was right, this was the natural order.

"Okay, let's do it. But let's do it tonight, at the courthouse. I have connections. I can get us in right away. Oh my God, we're going to get married," I said, holding his head in both hands. I kissed him, excitedly.

"Come back to the office and I'll draw some blood for the marriage license," he said, in between kisses. "Oh, wait!" he exclaimed. He took the ring from me and looked into my eyes. Without breaking his gaze with me, he silently took my hand and slipped the ring on my finger. "There, now we can go."

"Wow, it's amazing how well diamonds and white gold go with my outfit. Oh, but I am not changing my name. House is weird." I told him with a smile, as we got up.

"Can I change my name, then?" He followed me out of the cafeteria.

"No, you may not," I smiled at him.

After stopping at the supply closet, we went back to his office to draw the blood. I took off my jacket and rolled up my sleeve. As he inserted the syringe into my arm, his Fellows walked into the office.

"Hi, guys." I greeted them.

Aside from Allison Cameron, I generally liked Greg's Fellows. Dr. Cameron was an immunologist. She was not stereotypically pretty, but she had the long legs, tiny waist and long chestnut hair most men fell over themselves just to get near. She was married once, but he had died and so now she spent her free time pining over Greg. Then there was Dr. Robert Chase, an intensivist in Greg's department, whose father had known my parents. I liked Chase. He was charming and extremely handsome, with a sexy Australian accent to top it all off. The last of Greg's Fellows was James's girlfriend, Dr. Meredith Sawyer, a neurologist. She was one of those girls that had huge self-esteem problems in high school, but really came into her own in college. She could be pretty dorky and had a goofy sense of humor, but looked like a Barbie doll. We had grown quite close over the six months she had been dating James, mostly because she was someone to talk to while James and Greg were playing poker or watching baseball games, but over time we began hanging out without them. Lisa and I have had kind of a rocky relationship since I started living with Greg and Meredith sort of filled that requisite girlfriend role for me.

Greg put the vial of blood in a plastic bag with my name on it. "Chase, come over here and draw some blood, will you?" He placed the tourniquet on his arm and handed Dr. Chase a new syringe.

"What's going on?" Chase asked, taking the syringe from Greg.

"We are getting married tonight. What's happening with our patient?" he asked as Chase finished drawing the blood.

Meredith gave me a little hug, "Congratulations!"

I smiled at her, "Thanks."

I glanced at Cameron and saw her face fall. "You're getting married? Tonight?"

"Yeah, I already said that. What's going on with the patient, on the other hand, is still a complete mystery to me," he said, annoyed.

I touched his arm and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "I'll be back at 5. We have to leave no later than that. I'm going to go pick out a wedding band for you."

He looked right at me and said, "I love you."

I smiled at him, "I love you too." I walked out of the office, so he could get to his differential. "Oh, I almost forgot, don't forget to tell James. And Meredith, if you don't have to work, I'd love for you to come. We will need you guys as our witnesses," I said, poking my head back into the office.

"I'll try," Meredith called out to me as I ran off.

I had so much to do, but I knew that Lisa would hate me forever if I didn't tell her, so I quickly ran down to her office on the first floor. When I was approaching her office, I noticed that she was sitting at her desk, alone.

"I have news," I said, as I walked into the office.

Without looking up, she said, "You finally took my advice and left House?" She liked Greg and respected him as a doctor, but she felt that a misanthropic drug addict like him did not deserve to be with a beautiful, intelligent and successful woman like me. She thought I was too good for him. In fact, her insistence that I come to my senses and leave him is a big factor in our deteriorating personal relationship.

I paused, biting my lower lip. "Um, not exactly. We're getting married. Tonight."

Lisa immediately looked up at me. "You're what? Isabella, you can't be serious."

"I am serious. Look, Lisa, I know how you feel about him. You have made it quite clear. But I love him and he loves me. I feel good about this. Can you be happy for me?"

Lisa looked at me, "Well, I guess if you are happy, I am happy for you. I just can't believe that you would want to commit to that caustic jackass for the rest of your life," she said with a slight smile.

"Be nice, Lisa," I smiled back at her. "Lisa, I would love it if you would come to the courthouse tonight."

She got up from her desk and walked over to me. "I wouldn't miss it," she said, giving me a big hug.

"Thank you."

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The rest of the day was a blur. I ran out to New York City to pick up a wedding band for Greg. I finally settled on a simple platinum band from Cartier as well. It was sleek and not too girly, no diamonds, so I knew Greg would actually wear it. I made an appointment at the courthouse with my good friend, Judge Ashley Jones and she agreed to perform the ceremony for us at 6 pm. By the time I got back into Princeton, it was time to pick up Greg, James and Lisa. We raced over to the courthouse.

"Thank you so much for coming, James and Lisa. This means a lot to us, even though Greg would never admit it." I teased.

"Are you kidding? I had to see Greg House getting married for myself. Otherwise I would not have believed it," James said.

"Your support is touching." Greg said sarcastically.

Lisa turned to me, "Okay, last chance. There is still time to run."

I smiled at her as Greg said, "God, Bella, did you only invite people based on their ability to annoy me?"

"No, but it is a nice added bonus." I turned to Greg, getting serious. "Are you ready? Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I am always sure." He leaned down and kissed me.

"You couldn't have at least put on a tie?" I asked, as I straightened his collar and smoothed out his jacket.

"Well I could have, but then I would have been lying about the kind of person I am. Do you want to marry a liar?"

"You are a liar," I teased.

He broke into a smirk and said, "I never lie."

The court assistant came into the hallway, interrupting me before I could think of a witty retort. "We are ready for you."

"Okay, here we go. In about ten minutes, I will achieve what every little girl dreams of. I will become a doctor's wife. My sister will be so proud," I joked.

"Your sister will be proud, House's mom will probably die of shock," James said, sarcastically.

"You are just a riot, you know that?" Greg grabbed my hand, "Let's go, before Wilson thinks of anything else clever to say."

James and Lisa laughed as we walked into the courtroom. Within fifteen minutes we were married. We had become Dr. and Mrs. House. It was a weird feeling, but I had known from the minute I had seen him across the lobby one year ago that someday we would be wearing matching rings, completely committed to each other. I had never been happier and neither had he.