A.N.: I know I know I am a horrible fanfiction writer. You guys deserve faster updates, but my muse doesn't seem to give a damn. Between the announcment of the end of House and my job I just haven't had it in me to write. Syd has inspired me to at least try to get something out there for you guys, so hopefully this won't be complete shit. Wish me luck.

As always, I don't own these characters or any of the situations I may borrow.

House hated his time in the clinic. There was a good reason he avoided it the way he did. It was boring as hell. There hadn't been a single person to pass through that actually needed his skills. Nothing but colds, itchy crotches, and the occasional kid needing an excuse from school. The last one he didn't mind so much. He would still give a speech about wasting his time, but he still wrote the excuse. He had been that age once. The only difference was that he forged his excuses. He had never been stupid enough to waste time in the waiting room in a clinic when he could forge his father's name. This generation was lacking in that skill apparently. Gwen would probably grow to be just as skilled as he was in the conning department. He would have to be sure to fight off the look of absolute pride when that day came. Cuddy would very likely knee him in the crotch for supporting their daughter pulling the wool over their eyes. Frankly he thought it was a good way to gauge just how smart she really was. If she could find a way around him then she truly had a gift.

He was about to skip out of the clinic when nurse Brenda pushed a chart against his chest, "This one asked for you specifically." She had no idea why anyone would actually go looking for House to treat them, but hey who was she to judge? He was obviously well hung. Why else would Dr. Cuddy have married him?

House took a deep breath, "I'm trying to care but... I just can't!" He gave her his fake pout then tried to walk around her, but she stepped in his way again.

"Doctor House you still have an hour left. This patient asked for you. Do I really need to go and get Dr. Cuddy to deal with this?" She knew she was basically threatening to tell his mother, but with him it was necessary.

He rolled his eyes, "But grandmaaaaa!" He smiled when that got a glare out of the nurse, "Fine, but I leave after this one."

House walked into exam room two with his nose in the chart, "Alright what seems to be the..." When he looked up he was shocked to see the daughter of a man he had treated a few days ago in the clinic. She had been flirting with him then, which was flattering, but this was a bit much, "Well hello girl of the man I treated whose name I have no reason to remember."

"Ali." She answered with a sexy smile. Oh boy he was in trouble.

He nodded a bit and walked over to her, "Right. What's the problem?"

"I think I have what my dad has. The rhino thingy."

"Uh huh well lets have a listen then." He turned away to grab his stethescope, and when he turned back Ali had opened her shirt revealing three things, her breasts and the fact that she was not wearing a bra, "Kinnndaa had access through the shirt, but this will work too." He was a man. A married man, but a man none the less. How was he supposed to look away. He just had to be professional. He put the stethescope to her chest and smirked when she used her 'sexy' voice to tell him that felt good, "So when exactly did Princeton run out of horny seventeen year old boys?" So much for professionalism.

She pretended to think on it for a second before answering, "About three weeks ago? Its been very lonely." She was basically purring. She wanted him. His ego couldn't get any bigger if it tried.

There was a brief knock before the door opened. He wasn't sure who was more shocked, Ali or Cuddy.

Cuddy took a moment compose herself before explaining, "Your team has been trying to page you. The EKG came back clean. They have no idea what he has now."

House nodded, "Right. Well, Ali you are the proud owner of your own Rhino thingy." He quickly wrote a script then tore it off and gave it to her, "Take those as instructed. You will be just fine." He was trying to get that over with before Cuddy decided to storm off, but the clicking of her heels told him he had not acted fast enough. Fuck.

Cuddy had just about had it. There was no good reason why House should have had that girl with her shirt opened. He had explained that she just had a harmless crush, but he could have told her to close her damn shirt! Now the girl was calling every fifteen minutes. On top of it all House had decided to play practical jokes today. More than one person had come to her complaining about black ink on the microscopes or coffee mugs. Not to mention the fact that he had turned her drawer upside down, assumed that he was trying to show her that the girl was not a big deal, but it was not working. Her ego was hurt. Did he really need to be looking at a seventeen year old's breasts? Was she losing her touch? God it was so idiotic. She was not one to normally have body issues, and House was a big part of that. Maybe that was the problem. So much of her confidence came from his appreciation of her body. Had she really forgotten that he was still capable of appreciating other women's bodies too? Did she think he only looked at her? Certainly she wasn't so naive, but she couldn't shake the hurt.

After the twentieth call of the day Cuddy decided it was time to confront House. She found him by the elevators and pulled him off to the side, "Your girlfriend has called the clinic twenty times looking for you."

"This is a busy time for us. We are picking out china patterns." When Cuddy shot him a nasty look he quickly ammended, "Come on, I don't have any control over her."

"She is sick, House."

"Oh sure. A girl has to be sick to find me attractive."

She rolled her eyes, "This is stalker behavior, House! Its not good. You need to put a stop to this. I am going to have security call the cops if she shows up here again."

"You always kill all my fun."

"You had better not be having fun!"

"I'm having fun. I'm not having sex." He corrected.

"Well as your wife and your boss I am telling you to put a stop to this. It is unprofessional, and could get you into a lot of trouble both with your wife and the law. Fix it."

There was no way for him to ignore the anger in her eyes when she walked away from him. He would have to send the girl packing. He liked the attention, but he loved his wife. If she decided to show up again he would have to deal with it.

It didn't take long for her to show up again. When he went down to the parking garage at the end of the night he found Ali leaned up against his bike, "You really shouldn't be here." He couldn't help but laugh. The girl had some balls.

"I wanted to see you." She retorted with a little pout.

"My boss is going to call the cops. You should also be aware that she is my wife as well, and she wears really pointy heels. If she kicks your ass, it is going to hurt."

"Sounds to me like she is just jealous." She was actually smiling at him. How had saying he was married not thrown her off her game?

The oh so familiar click against the pavement meant that he needed to make a break for it, "Gotta go!"

"House!" Cuddy barked. When House turned to look at her the storm in her eyes was enough to scare HIM. So why was it when he looked over at Ali she didn't look the least bit phased?

Cuddy stood in front of the girl with her hands on her hips, "Its time for you to go."

"I think that is for Greg to decide."

Cuddy snorted in disgust, "Greg? Really now? Look honey, security wanted to call the cops. I don't want to do that, but if you step one foot in my hospital or near my husband again I will. Is that understood?"

"I tried to tell her." House interjected trying to save his own ass.

"Fine." Ali glared at Cuddy then smiled and gave House a little wave before walking off with a swing in her step.

Cuddy had to laugh a little at the ridiculousness of the situation. What the hell was wrong with this girl that she couldn't get a clue?

"She's just a kid with a crush, Cuddy." He wanted her to know that this girl didn't pose any threat to her, but all he got out of her was a shrug as she walked away. This was not good.

"Mom what is it exactly that we are looking for?" Gwen had immediately went to the car when her mom called from her cell phone outside the house. Apparently there was emergency shopping that needed to be done? She assumed that she meant groceries, so why were they in the middle of a Louis Vuitton outlet at seven o'clock at night?

"I'm not sure yet, but something." Cuddy answered in a distracted tone as she sorted through the racks of clothing trying to find the exact outfit that she needed to boost her ego. It was retail therapy. In a few years Gwen would understand that.

"Mom." She grabbed her mother's hand to stop her from pushing clothes around on the rack for a second, "What happened?"

Cuddy couldn't help but notice that even if Gwen was the more carefree of her children, she was still very mature. She knew when something was wrong with her parents. She sighed a little, "There was this young girl at work today. She flirted with your dad. I guess I just feel... old."

Gwen didn't quite understand how a young girl would make her mom feel old. Her mom was gorgeous. But she did understand that some girl was trying to push up and flirt with her dad. That did not sit well with her, "What did dad say?"

"He doesn't think it is a big deal." She didn't want to tell her eleven year old how she had seen him staring at the girl's breasts. That was too much information.

Gwen had to sigh. Her dad was useless sometimes. Didn't he see that she needed extra reassurance? She picked up one outfit and held it up to her mother, "What about this?" She might not be able to fix her father's emotional constipation, but she could help her mom find the perfect outfit.

Cuddy had stayed out late with Gwen shopping and then catching a movie. If it was alright for her husband to keep their son out of school then she could bond with her daughter late on a school night. Gwen could handle it. The child had an endless supply of energy. She always had. This also meant that she was able to go to bed after House and get up before him. When she walked into work she did it with her head held high and in an armor of new designer clothes. The dress she and gwen chose was a sleevless maroon number that hugged every curve she had and fell two inches above the knee. It also sported a low scoop neck to show off her ample clevage. To keep it professional she paired it with a simple black blazer. Her new shoes were six inch black manolos. It was a huge chunk of change, but she felt empowered and sexy. It was worth it. The look on House's face? Well that was just icing on the cake.

She had been standing in the clinic talking to Brenda when he walked in. Her husband of seven years was stopped dead in his tracks and his mouth fell open. She didn't bother to look at him, but a small smirk threatened to fight its way onto her lips. When she walked to her office she knew he would follow.

He shut the door behind them and shut her blinds. When he turned back to her she was leaning against the front of her desk looking smug, "If this is what happens when some young thing starts flirting with me I am going to have to find more."

She scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest, "Don't you dare. It was bad enough the first time. I had her removed from the property this morning."

He shook his head and walked over to her, "What is it with you and this girl?"

"How would you feel if it was me getting hit on and stalked?"

He considered this for a moment while his hands slid onto her waist, "Good point, but seriously why the new outfit? Did you think you needed it?"

She shrugged a little and looked down, "I wanted to look nice."

"This isn't just nice. This is drop dead sexy." He lifted her chin so that she would look at him, "You are always sexy, Cuddy. Do I really need to tell you that that girl doesn't have anything on you? You should know it."

She searched his eyes for a second and knew that he meant it, "Its still nice to hear."

He moved his hands down to her ass and pulled her flush against him, "Lisa Cuddy-House, you are the sexiest woman I have ever seen. I always want to kiss you. I always want to touch you, and you know that I always want to fuck you. No one compares." He dipped his head down to whisper in her ear while he gave her ass a squeeze, "Better?"

She smirked and closed her eyes as she listened to his words, "Much."

"Can we have sex now?"

She snorted and gave his ass a smack, "Later. Get to work."

"Later as in at lunch?"

She smiled at him over her shoulder when she moved to go to the other side of her desk, "Yeah."

He chuckled and put a hand over his heart, "Oh I love you so much." And with that he walked out of her office singing 'Lets get it on' to himself.