An: OK! Here's the new chapter. I swear I think school is meesing with my mojo, it took me forever to write the part where House-Nothing. School is the devil, Neon Trees is amazing, and [H]ouse is the greatest show on the planet.

"OK." House answered, "I just want to rinse off first, too much time with parents."

Cuddy smiled, "OK."

House went to the bathroom and turned on the shower, Cuddy sat on the couch. She waited a few minutes before she heard House yell, "Can you look in the box on the coffee table, I got a question."

Cuddy sat on the couch, and opened the box, it sort of looked like a jewelry box. She looked in, her eyes fell on a little felt box. A little felt ring box. She opened it, there was a perfect diamond ring, the diamond about the size of the nail on Cuddy's pointer finger. Cuddy sat there for a minute, stunned. She heard the shower turn off.

"Do you want to get married?" His tone was like he just asked her if she wanted to get pizza, but he was so nervous about what her answer would be.

Cuddy looked at him, he was standing in the hallway, wet, with a towel wrapped around his waist. Cuddy didn't say anything and looked back at the ring. House's heart sank.

He sat next to her on the couch and said quietly, "This is where you say 'yes' or 'no'"

Cuddy looked back at him, momentarily forgetting the ring, she nodded quickly. "Yes, yes, yes." At first, her voice came out as a whisper, but got louder. House smiled and she threw her arms around his neck. House wrapped his arms around her back and burried his face in her shoulder.

Cuddy let out a laugh, tears filling her eyes, "We move fast."

House pulled back, seeing the tears, cupped one of her cheeks and wiped the tear away with his thumb. "Why are you crying?"

"I'm happy."

"Don't be. You've officially said you're willing to settle."

Cuddy punched him on the arm, "Don't ruin this for me!"

"I'm sorry."

"I think it's safe to say we're skipping the movie."

"I think you're right, you are the boss."

"It's good you know who's in charge." House laid back on the couch and his new fiancee curled up at his side.

"I'm going to get you wet, I'm not dry yet."

Cuddy looked at her shirt, completely soaked. "You think I care? You just asked me to marry you, I couldn't care less."

"No, I asked you if you wanted to get married, not if you would marry me."

"What's the difference?"

"I don't know, I just wanted to be specific." House looked at her, "Do you want to call everyone you've ever known?"

"Yes please!"

House smiled, and handed her the phone, "I think we can agree not to tell my parents until a month before the wedding." Cuddy asked.

"Definitely, I'm OK with not telling my parents either."

Cuddy was about to dial a number, but said, "I've noticed two things."

"What?"

"We move incredibly fast in our relationship, and we tend to make important dates out of already important dates. When we get married, it should be nowhere near anything important."

"Watch, when we have kids, they'll be born around our wedding." That had just come out, House knew that Cuddy wanted children, not badly, but in the future.

It was all Cuddy could do not to jump up and down. She wanted kids later, after she had a career, but the thought that he wanted to make little House babies with her, that was almost too much. She however, decided to play it cool. She didn't want to scare him, so she snuggled up next to him and said, "I have a feeling we are going to be that couple that stays engaged forever."

House chuckled and kissed the top of her head, "I'm okay with it if you are. Now don't you have some calls to make?"

"Dr. Thomason?" House walked into the classroom. The professor was packing his things away for summer.

"Dr. House."

"I came to talk about my job."

"You're resigning." This was not asked, this was said. "You asked for this job because this is the class you had together. I assume Lisa has found another job, somewhere else."

"Yes, Princeton-Plainsboro, New Jersey."

"General or Teaching?"

"Lisa's all about knowledge. Teaching."

"You know, this is the first time I've heard you reffer to Dr. Cuddy by her first name. Things going well?"

House smiled, "Never were bad. Good-bye. If I don't get back to pack, she might leave me here."

"What do you think you want to do in New Jersey?" Cuddy asked him later that night in bed.

House turned on his left to face her. "I don't know, I'm going to have to look around. Maybe, Strip Club Owner, Pimp, Fireman."

Cuddy laughed, "How about Doctor?"

House looked like she blew his mind with this sugestion. "Of course, it's so simple! That is one of the reasons why I love you!" He put her face in his hands, and gave her a quick kiss. "Can you show me one of the other reasons?"

I hate being an intern. Cuddy thought. She hated not having any responsibility, and the long hours. The worst part about it, was when she was home, she was asleep. She couldn't be with her fiancee like she wanted to be. I want Greg. She walked to the On Call Room for a nap, she stopped dead when she looked at the door. Cuddy smiled wide. "Greg!"

He walked over, and lifted her up, Cuddy like he could pick her up with ease. Like she weighed as much as a kid. "What are you doing here?" She asked, Cuddy had worked there four years and only when he had good news, did House come to visit her. Which, admittedly, was a lot.

"I work here."

Cuddy was thrilled, but sighed like she was disappointed. "Do you have to be employed everywhere I am?"

"Yes."

Cuddy smiled, "Good, cause I love it."

"Ow!" House tried to sit, but that damn lawyer shot him in the ass. Paintball is a brutal sport. House thought. A woman came off the field and sat down next to him. "I know you. You're responsible for the purple, sore spot on my ass."

"Sorry, but it must hurt more that a girl shot you." She said with a southern accent and a smile. "Stacy Bryce." She held her hand out to him.

"Greg House." he said shaking it. He looked back at the paintball field. He smiled, seeing Cuddy snipe people. She was a cold-blooded killer. House wondered why she gave up her position, then he saw everyone walking off the field. Cuddy looked around for him, she was adorable in her paintball outfit. She had her hair back, but her bangs were in her face. Cuddy saw him and walked triumphantly over. "Excuse me," House said to Stacy.

"Doctors won!" Cuddy declared jumping on him. She looked over at Stacy, "Who's that?"

"Stacy, she totally wants me."

Cuddy's face went blank, "Rematch!"

"Ignore her!" He yelled to everyone else. "I think this will tell her I'm already spoken for." House kissed his jealous fiancee. "Was that you that shot her? She came off right after me."

Cuddy smiled deviously, "Well, you're a wimp. Had to get her back for you."

"Ugh," House came back into the bedroom after taking a phone call from his mother. He dropped on the bed, bouncing Cuddy a little, "She wants us to come for Christmas, I even told her you were a Jew. She insists on you meeting my dad, and her."

"Fun," she smirked.

"Shut up." Something occured to him, he smiled, "You're going to be to busy to take a trip anywhere. We can't go."

"...Give me the phone." After dialing a number and waiting for an answer, Cuddy said, "Hey Annie." House's eyes went wide. Annie was one of her friends from the hospital, they always called each other when they needed their shifts covered. "Yeah, Greg's trying to get out of going home for Christmas," she leaned back, putting her hand on House's chest to keep him away from the phone. "Can you cover for me?...You are the greatest. Bye." House gave up and made a pouty face, "Have fun House!" He heard Annie yell. "Bite me!" He said into the receiver.

"Aw, babe, you know this'll be fine." Cuddy sat sideways in his lap. "I know you don't like your dad, but I know you love your mom, and I'd really like to meet them."

"I don't want you scared off," he mumbled.

"What? They can't be that bad."

"He is. He's a bastard coated bastard with bastard filling. Not like me, I'm just a bastard coated bastard with a light and creamy filling. I'm like the human Three Musketeer."

She smiled, and pushed his chest back until his back hit the bed, "You want to protect me from the big bad wolf."

"...No, I just don't want to deal with the bastard. To hell with your emotional well being."

"Aw, it's OK that you love me. Don't worry, if he gives me any trouble I'll do what I do best."

"I really don't want you doing that to my father." Cuddy glared at him, "Oh, so you mean you'll put his balls in a vise? Metaphorically." He ran his hands down her body, "In all fairness, I can think of other, more fun things you do well."

"Ohh, baby," she rubbed his cheek. "You're so not getting any of this." She started to move off him, but he grabbed her waist.

"You always say that, and you never mean it."

"...Well, hate to break tradition."

"You hate me," House started. Cuddy sighed, but continued to walk through the airport terminal, "I'm sure of it now."

"Greg, stop being a baby. It's three days."

"Exactly," he put his bags on the table to go through the x-ray machine, "that makes no sense. At most, we should be there two days, Christmas Eve, Christmas. Guess it's not your fault you don't know the propper number of days-"

She smiled at the ticket lady, handing her her ticket, "I swear to God Greg-"

"You can't do that." He put his and Cuddy's bags in the overhead compartment. She ducked under him and sat down, "But I wanted the window seat." He whined.

"What grown ass man whines about the window seat?"

"The ones with pretty blue eyes and an even prettier fiancee." He smiled at her. She sighed and rolled her eyes, but moved to the aisle seat.

"Now at least I can make sure you only have your eyes on things aproved by myself." She looked at him, but closed her eyes when he kissed her.

"My eyes are out the window, or on you. Sound good?" She nodded, House hated when she got insecure. "...Wanna join the mile high club?"

"No." She answered flat, and opened her book. House smirked, it was worth a try. He closed his eyes and slept for the rest of the flight while Cuddy read. When they had landed and got their bags, Cuddy asked, "Why did you want the window seat? You slept the entire time."

"Getting what I want helps me sleep."

"That explains why you always fall asleep after sex."

"No, that's because you go for so long...Wait, that's a good thing. Damn you and your lack of flaws."

"Hey, at least you're getting married to perfection, so even if you look like you need lots of duct tape compared to me, you'll get to rub in everyone's face that you're married to this. That you get to do what ever you want, within reason, to perfection."

House smiled, "Yeah, I like doing reasonible things to you." Cuddy chuckled.

"So," she started when they got into the parking lot, "where's your parents?"

"See the woman running towards us?"

"I do now." There was a woman, she was running, incredibly well for someone in heels.

"Greg!" Blythe House squeazed her son's middle and arms so tight, it looked like his eyes were going to pop out. He tapped her, "Oh!" She exclaimed, relaxing her grip. "Sorry." His mother looked at Cuddy, "You must be Lisa."

Cuddy smled and nodded, she also, was pulled into a ribcage crushing hug. "Mom, please don't suffocate my girlfriend." Blythe let Cuddy go. "She needs air. That's something we learned at doctor school. Oxygen's essential." Cuddy rubbed her chest from where Blythe's necklace had been squished into. "So, obviously this is Lisa Cuddy."

"She's so pretty!" His mom beamed.

"Mom," he sighed, "she's also right here."

"I'm sorry, but you are gorgeous."

Cuddy smiled, "Thank you."

Blythe drove down the road towards her house, and House and Cuddy were sitting in the back."Oh, Greg, your father won't be home until later tonight, he's some training or something. Whipping those young men into shape." House mouthed 'Yes!' "Greg, try to get along this weekend." She said in her mom voice, looking at him in the rear view mirror, he sighed.

Cuddy looked at House, "What?" He asked, noticing her. She smiled and shook her head. When they pulled into House's old driveway, House grabbed his and Cuddy's bags while his mom gave her a tour.

"This is Greg's old room," she opened a door to a smallish room. It was pretty empty. For some reason, Cuddy didn't like this room. It wasn't House, and it seemed, she didn't know what it seemed like. It just was not her financee, the walls were white, it felt like she couldn't breathe in there, there was not the decor that filled half of her house. No posters, no anything that said, or even mumbled him. "Well, dinner should be ready by the time you guys get unpacked." Blythe said, pulling Cuddy out of her reverie. She smiled and nodded. House replaced his mother in the room.

"Hey, you OK?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Your mom said food should be ready when we're done unpacking."

"Sweet." He set the bags on the bed and unzipped his.

She went on the other side of the bed and started opening her bag, "You never told me your dad was in the military."

"Well, as you know, I don't like him. But yeah, that's why we moved around so much." They finished putting their clothes away, and went into the kitchen in time to see John House come in. House immediately tensed. "Dad." He said.

"Greg. Who's this?"

"This is Lisa, my girlfriend."

John's eyebrow slightly went up in surprise, "You're Lisa? You're too pretty for my son."

"John!" Blythe came out of the kitchen, Cuddy's mouth slightly opened.

"I'm, not sure what to say to that. This really wasn't how I planned this conversation to go. In my head it was more like, 'Hi, I'm Lisa. Nice to meet you.' Not defending Greg. I'd appreciate if you don't bluntly say, or hint at me being out of his league. He's exactly how I like him." Blythe's eyebrows went up, John looked, pissed, and House smiled. House's dad shut up after that, so they had dinner, did the dishes, then went to bed. Cuddy enjoyed dinner, she liked House's mom, they talked and laughed for an hour and a half, not including when they were actually eating.

House and Cuddy, well, Cuddy, had volunteered them to do the dishes. Well, Cuddy was doing the dishes and House was watching. He wrapped his arms around her waist and said in her ear, "Did I ever tell you I love you?"

Cuddy laughed, "I have a feeling that was one of the most entertaining things that's happened in awhile." She turned around and slipped her small hands into his, then she looked down at her left hand and frowned.

"I know," House rubbed the bare ring finger with his thumb, "it's weird it not being there." She nodded.

"I don't get why you're tired," she said as she got under the covers, "you slept on the plane."

"My mom's an awesome cook and a full stomach makes me sleepy." Cuddy moved closer to him and put her head and one of her hands on his chest. House wrapped an arm around her, "What's wrong?" He asked, still looking at the ceiling.

"Nothing," How does he do that?

"No, there's something wrong. You have that look, and you're talking with that quiet voice that women use when they think their husbands are cheating on-Do you think I'm cheating on you?"

"No! No, I know you wouldn't do that to me. I just, I kinda feel like I don't know anything about you. I mean, I know about your adult life, but I don't know about your childhood, where you've lived, why you took up piano, why you hate your dad. I feel like I don't know you, and God, how did you live in this room? I hate it in here. How did you live?" House chuckled, "Don't laugh at me feeling distant!"

"No, I just think it's cute. You know all the important stuff Lise, but if you really want to know." He clasped his hands and rested them on her hip, "I took up piano because my mom likes the way it sounds, it would piss off my dad, and I was good at it. I've lived in Egypt, Japan, the U.S., almost every country in Europe, China. We lived in Canada a few months. I was sort of a loner until I got into sports, then babes wanted me." Cuddy chuckled, "Don't laugh, you were one of the babes, infact you were the last babe." He kissed the top of her head, and she moved her cheek on his bare chest.

"I'm not getting anything about your dad huh?"

"Not a thing." And she was OK with that, she felt less claustrophobic now, even though House had a tight grip on her. Cuddy was lulled to sleep by House's steady heartbeat, she knew he fell asleep. Cuddy smiled, that was the only time his heartrate was normal when she was touching him, she loved after all the time they had been together, they still made each other's heartbeat just a little bit faster.

"Son of a bitch!" House punched the wall, in the hallway outside of his boss' office. "Son of a bitch!" He yelled again, this time in pain. He had been working at PPTH, with his future wife, for 9 months. His boss had just told him that he was taking House with him to England to research a type of medicine. Normally House would have been reasonably excited, but he was going to be gone for a long time.

House had tried to decline, but his boss kept cutting him off with things like, "Dr. House there is no need to thank me," and "Dr. House really, you were the best canidate." House was walking down the hall, when he heard his name called, "Greg!" Only one person in that hell hole called him by his first name. He turned and sure enough, his beautiful bride-to-be was walking towards him.

Cuddy looked at her man's hand. "What happened?" She asked, examining it.

"I hit it." He said pulling it away from her. "Lisa, I have to leave the country for awhile."

"Why?" She asked smiling, "You on the run from the law?" When she looked in his eyes, she saw it was not the time to make jokes. "How long?"

"4 months. We're going to England to research some new medication."

Cuddy thought, "OK, 4 months isn't that long. Don't you dare be gone that long often, and you'd better come back at 4 months on the dot. Preferably sooner. And you will be back for my birthday with European gifts."

"Promiss." Cuddy hugged him, he didn't want to leave her. You could not convince him that anything was better than her. You couldn't toture him to get him to say it.

"Now I have some bad/good news. Bad news I'm going to be on call even more. Good news, I'll be done with my internship faster. By the time you leave probably."

"Does that mean more sex? After your internship is over."

"It could. Now don't piss off the English people."

"No promisses. You know how snooty those people are."

While House was away, to keep herself from calling him every 20 seconds, Cuddy threw herself into work. She hardly slept, she did anything that the hospital needed. Even the Dean, Dr. Taylor, noticed. He knew her from seeing her everywhere.

"Dr. Cuddy. Don't you have anything better to do than work all the time?" He finally asked her one day. "You are one hell of a doctor, you even do paperwork, but you need to get a boyfriend or something."

Cuddy was a little surprised that the Dean of Medicine was telling her to get a life. "I have one sir, Dr. Torres took him to England."

"Seperation issues?"

"A little. I just want to work so I don't call him 50 times a day."

"Well, you are the best at filling out paperwork, and getting patients to cooperate. Have you ever considered administration?"

"No, but now I think I have to." She said with a smile.

"I don't mean to be rude, but how old are you?"

"30."

"A bit young."

"For what sir?"

"Just thinking out loud. I may tell you at a later time." With that, the old man walked away.

An: First things first, I thought that was a very Housian proposal, if I'm wrong, tell me. To all of those who read my profile, TOLD YOU. As I was saying before, it took me forever to write the part where House going home. Possible SPOILER, that was precation, you will get to see House and Wilson meet. Sorry if there are any mistakes, I'm in a hurry, I'll go through later. Peace homies ;)