It was the New Year's Eve hospital party. House was working late in his office. He groaned when he looked at his watch, 11:27 pm. He took off his reading glasses, when a skinny blonde came in, he looked at her in shock. She long leg's shined in his office. She wore a black v-neck dress that ended right below her knees. It was tight fitting, showing off her curves.

"Now you'd be the last person I thought I'd see at this thing? I thought you were in Chicago."

Cameron smiled at him. "I have a convention in Newark, I thought I'd come and say hello to everyone. Plus, when Cuddy heard I'd be in town she forced me to come to the party."

He tried to ignore the name, he sat back in his chair and gave her a smug smirk. "You just missed me."

She sat across from him, following his body language. "Oh, yeah House. Always." She held up her left hand, a diamond sparkled in his desktop lamp light. "So, much I got married and had a baby."

"What's hubby number three's name?" He grinned wider.

"Gregory." She gave him a side smirk.

He furrowed his eyebrows.

She laughed. "It's Blake."

"Shelton?" He joked.

"No. Although he's a good looking guy. Zeberman." She answered.

He just laughed.

"What's so funny?" She crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"That's a horrible name. Allison Zeberman... just horrible." He laughed harder. "So what's your son's name? Ziggy?" He teased.

"No!" She wrinkled her nose at the name. "Mason."

He shook his head, with a smile. "Right! So what are you doing now?"

"I'm the head of Immunology at Northwestern Memorial Hospital."

He nodded. "Where and when's this 'convention' at?" He hand quoted convention.

She rolled her eyes. "Tomorrow morning at Newark Beth Israel Medical Center."

"Hmm."

"You don't believe me." She shook her head.

"Not at all. I think you just miss your old lover." He grinned.

"Lover?"

"Chase."

"He was my husband." She moved her head side to side. "For a minute I thought you were talking about..."

"Who?"

She tilted her head to the side, and arched her brows. "Don't play dumb."

"I hardly say having sex once would count us being titled 'lovers'."

"Once?" She chuckled.

"Okay ten times." He tilted his head. "Maybe twelve."

She laughed and shook her head. "I would ask you if you were coming down for the party, but I know it's still not your thing."

"You'd be correct."

"It was nice seeing you House." She turned, and walked out.

"You too." He watched her leave.

After a few minutes. He looked at his watch again, 11:53 pm. He sighed. He got up, putting on his coat and limped down the hall, getting in the elevator, he went down the to main floor. When the doors opened, he took a step back into further into the elevator, the lobby was packed. He grumbled before getting out of the steel confinement. He pushed his way past doctor's, nurses, and spouses. He spotted her. Cuddy. Dressed in a olive green dress, strapless, the front making a V, it fit her, flawlessly. She stood next to nurse Clarissa or Marissa, either way, he didn't care. And doctor Hoffenstein, how he hated Derek Hoffenstein. Young, good-looking, tall, he came from a wealthy family. He was a good guy and good doctor, at least that's what other's thought. House shook his head standing on the other side of Cuddy. He watched her tense up.

"Hey Derek, can you go get me a cup of punch." He held up his cane. "Bum leg and all."

"But it's almost Midnight."

"Thanks." House smirked.

Derek looked down at Cuddy. "Would you like one?"

"No thanks." She shook her head.

11:59. House gulped, as people began to count down.

10...9...8...7... House saw Derek getting punch, and turning back toward's them... 6...5...4... He was getting closer. House's hands began to get sweaty, He looked at Cuddy, she eyed him from the corner of her eye. 2...1... "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" people shouted at the top of their lung's, including Cuddy. House grabbed and kissed her. Ignoring the sounds of cheer's, noise makers, and firework's exploding outside. Derek stood ten feet from them, he handed the glass of punch to a near by man, and left. The kiss grew more passionate. At first, she tried to push him away, but it was too intense for her to resist.

He pulled away, staring at her, her eyes still shut. "Happy New Year Cuddles." He whispered against her mouth.

She opened her eyes, and back out of his arms. "Why'd you kiss me?"

He took a step back suddenly ashamed. "Because apparently I'm a moron." Both were silent for a moment. "You know why."

She held back tears, and disappeared in the swarm of people. He stood there, a minute passed, before he limped for the automatic doors. He walked into the chilly air of December, or rather January. It hadn't snowed in days, but there was still snow on the ground. The snow crunched under his sneakers, as he made his wake to his bike and rode off. He drove fast, through the slushy street's of Princeton. He arrived home safe, slamming the door behind him, he threw his jacket and keys on the left side of the couch, before making his way out down the hall. After going bathroom, he laid on his bed, feeling like a complete fool. 'Why do I keep doing this to myself?' He asked his conscious in the warm apartment air. He passed out. Hearing a knock on the door, he heard the a couple loud knock's on the front door. He looked at his alarm clock, the red digital numbers read, 2:03am. He sighed, it was silent, then a more quieter knock. He got up, wobbled down the hall without his cane to the door. He opened it, nothing. He stepped out on the front porch and say a figure walking to a familiar car.

He squinted his eyes in the black night, snow finally fell hard on the New Jersey sidewalks. "Cuddy?"

The figure turned around, and took a few step's closer. "Hey." Her voice was barely there, he could tell she's been crying.

"Come in? It's really cold out here."

She nodded and made her way past him, into his place. He followed her and shut the green door behind him.

"Can I get you anything? Coffee?"

"No thanks, I won't be staying that long."

"Oh. Okay."

She couldn't stand that sad puppy dog look he had. "Maybe one cup."

He held back a smile, he nodded. "Coming right up. Sit." He limped to the kitchen, he came back in. "So..."

"I'm sorry that I just walked off earlier, it's just..."

"I'm an idiot." He finished her sentence. "I never should've kissed you. Not that I regret it, I don't, I just." He looked at the lines of his wood floor. "Am an idiot." He whispered.

"Yeah." She whispered back.

He looked at her. His blue eye's pouring into her grey one's. The crackling sound of pouring water into a pot stopped their trance.

"Still two creamer's, one sugar?"

"Always." She gave an awkward smile.

He smiled back. He poured them a cup each, his plain black. He walked back slowly, handing a cup to her. She took it, and he sat beside her.

"So, what's your new year's resolution?" He asked her suddenly.

She shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe, to spend more time with Rachel, and less at work. You?"

"I don't make them."

"Of course not." She wrapped both hands around the cup, and blew at the top of the steaming liquid.

"The only time I did, it worked. But than it failed. Miserably."

She looked at him puzzled.

"Never mind."

"Tell me." She took a drink, smiling. Perfect.

"Last new year's, I was drinking... with Wilson. He was passed out on the bathroom floor..."

She chuckled.

He looked away. "I swore that I'd tell you how I felt, and make you mine."

"Oh." That was all she said to that. "So, you're not going to make one this year?"

"Why should I?"

"The last one that you made came true, didn't it?"

Logical. He shook his head. "Yeah, and if you remember, it didn't end well."

"Yeah. Well maybe if you try real hard for something, set a goal, and work at it. Who knows what this new year will bring."

"Are you saying that..."

She interrupted him. "I'm saying... never say never."

"You sound like a horrible Justin Beiber song."

She laughed. "Oh, god. I hope not."

"Well fortunately, you have a better voice than him."

"That's really saying something." She laughed.

He smiled.

"I should be going." She put her half full drink on the coffee table and stood up. "I'll see you at work tomorrow."

"Okay." He nodded.

She left. He headed back to bed, cautiously hopefully.

To Be Continued...