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ang catalonan- thanks, here is the update, this is where it's get interesting...

TeresaB- I know it was the perfect eppie for some Huddy love, they were in a tin can 30,000 feet in the air?!?! How did the writers ignore that?

Huddytheultimate- Yes!! That was the perfect opportunity for them to join the Mile High Club, ow maybe some day we'll get an eppie with them trapped in an elevator!

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Boys Don't Cry- thanks I did like the eppie and thought it would be good to tweak with it a little, aah the beauty of fanfiction!

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Chapter 2- Breakfast

They had been flying for an hour now, and so far Cuddy had read through the complimentary Duty Free magazine and also sensibly read the Emergency Instructions, while House had managed to push his chair as far back as he could, and forced all other passengers to turn their headphones up to their full volume, since he was singing as loud as he could. First The Who followed by the sexual songs of AC/DC and finishing off with some rowdy Led Zeppelin.

Just when Cuddy thought she might silence House for good, he thankfully turned off his iPod. Though Cuddy was forced admit to herself that House did have a remarkably sexy singing voice.

"Breakfast?" The air stewardess asked standing at Cuddy's elbow bringing out of her thoughts about sexy House.

"Yes, please." Cuddy said gratefully, thankful she would have something to distract her from House.

"And me." House chimed in. He didn't say please but he did flash the stewardess a flirty smile, which Cuddy didn't miss either and rolled her eyes at.

"Oh you jealous? Don't worry Cuddles, you know you're the only girl for me." House teased as the stewardess gave them their breakfast trays. "She is so possessive of me, especially at night, gotta love the spanking. My special treat for our Honeymoon."

"Enjoy your meals." The poor stewardess said, moving on.

"You just can't keep your mouth shut."

"Neither can you in bed." House snapped back loudly.

"There's no one to hear you now." Cuddy said in disbelief, gesturing to all the other passengers who were wearing headphones.

"Still funny." House shrugged. He peered at his tray and groaned.

"What now?" Cuddy said looking at her own tray.

"Pancakes, toast, waffles and blueberry muffin." House explained.

"Yeah so? That's what I got too. It's nice."

"Mmm, I'm just not in a toast and muffin mood." House said like a little kid.

"Well since the pancakes and waffles are drowning in syrup, you can have mine and I'll take your toast and muffin."

"Oh swapping, nice idea." House said, handing over his food and taking Cuddy's unwanted breakfast snacks.

"No not swapping, sharing." Cuddy said slyly. "My god, it's true. Gregory House can be nice once in a while."

"No I'm not. I'm taking your food in exchange. That's called swapping."

"Maybe," Cuddy agreed. "But if you were horrible, you would just eat everything and not give me anything." She then moved her arm over her food to make sure House wouldn't be spiteful and do just that.

But he was too busy digging into his food without even stopping to breathe. Meanwhile, Cuddy ate like a respected and polite woman and still managed to enjoy her food without dropping a crumb. As she told House.

"See it isn't difficult."

"Hey I didn't leave a crumb either." House argued, indicating his plate.

"No that's true. If there was you'd be pouncing for it about now." Cuddy mused as their trays were taken away, by their favourite stewardess.

"Can I have a coffee?" House asked leaning across Cuddy.

"Wait your turn." Cuddy said slapping his shoulder and forcing him back into his seat. He looked at the young stewardess and smiled.

"She just loves to be the one to wear the pants in the relationship." House muttered.

By now the stewardess had gotten used to House and was prepared for something like that, so she just smiled back and ignored his remark. "Just a coffee?"

"Yeah, that's fine." House said frowning because he hadn't gotten a reaction out of her.

As she moved on, leaving them with steaming cups of coffee, he looked at Cuddy. "No need to worry about your reputation, she doesn't care."

"I know, amazing how quickly some people can get used to you." Cuddy wondered.

"But you are wearing pants today." House blurted out suddenly.

"Very good Dr. House." Cuddy said in a condescending tone. "Now what are you wearing on your feet?"

"I just mean you hardly wear pants, it's kinda weird to see your legs covered up."

"It's just easier for travelling." Cuddy shrugged.

"And in answer to your question, I'm wearing Chucks. Classic American shoes. You would like them."

"I have a few pairs, I just know they don't fit in with the hospital's appropriate attire." Cuddy said reading over her notes again.

"You have a pair of Converse?" House asked in awe. "Wow, you are the perfect woman."

"Really?" Cuddy asked, her face showing no emotion but strangely enough her heart beating a little faster at House's approval of her.

"Yeah, intelligent, quick comebacks, nice hair, great body," That one was followed by him leering at her in her seat. "And now you really do have the best fashion sense."

"Was there any doubt? You seem to verbally approve of my work clothes."

"True, but you might want to think about a colour other than pink."

"I do wear colours other than pink and anyway I like it." Cuddy said huffily and defensive.

House smiled as Cuddy turned back to her magazine, but he could see a hint of a smile as he switched on his Nintendo. House was happy that he and Cuddy were finally conversing on a normal level, almost like University again, especially after everything they had been through the past year, it had really stretched their relationship with all the things House had said and done. Once again Cuddy had stood by him when he was buried deep in his pain, he knew she was one of the few peop- no really the ONLY person who understood what it was all about. But she was tied by her job.

They did have a strange friendship anyway, it was based on a battle of the words and while some people didn't understand that their banter was practically foreplay for them, many of the workers at the hospital had gotten used to it. Anytime House and Cuddy began one of their 'little tiffs' in the clinic all the staffers at PPTH just ignored them, though they all secretly rejoiced if Cuddy won and sent House to actually do his job.

But that hidden happiness House was going through was short lived when their favourite stewardess appeared dishevelled and frantic, addressing the entire first class.

"Is anyone here a doctor?"