AN: Here it is folks, chapter 4. I am sorry that I didn't have it out to you sooner but FFN was not letting me uplaod anything for a few days now, it still isn't in fact. I had to export a chapter from one of my stories and change all the content to get this one out. I hope you all enjoy. More coming soon!!

See Chapter 1 for Disclaimer!!

Chapter 4:

"Nice."

House limped into the suite first, making himself at home on the large bed in the middle of the room…and automatically noticing the lack of a second bed.

"Cuddy, you dog! You really did want to get me all to yourself," he remarked.

"What are you talk…" She stopped short as she came into the room fully and saw House lounging on the large bed which seemed to take over the room.

"Get up. We're not staying in this room," she said, shaking her head. "I asked for two full beds, not one king."

"Aww, but this room rocks!" he countered. She'd win the argument in the end, of course, but it was fun to try. As much as he wanted to share this bed with her, he knew that he wouldn't get his wishes unless she was in full agreement…or really drunk.

"Move it House." Turning to the bell boy she said, "We are going back to the receptions desk to fix this mess."

"Yes ma'am, I'll follow you in the other elevator with the luggage."

By this point, House had managed to get off the bed and hobble over to them. He also decided that begging wasn't beneath him and even if it didn't pay off in the end, it was well worth it to irritate Cuddy and get her even more flushed.

"Why can't we keep that one? The bed was really comfy and there was even a basket with champagne in it. Pleeeeeeeeeeease." He gave her his best puppy-dog eyes.

"House, that was a honeymoon suite, and unless you managed to drug me on the way to the hotel and got me to sign a marriage license, we are not married yet." Only realizing the 'yet' after it had come out of her mouth, Cuddy hoped dearly that House had not heard it.

It wasn't the case though. House just chose not to comment on it because he wasn't sure of the meaning behind the 'yet' himself.

"Oh, we don't need to be married to do the nasty, you know that." His baby imitations were grating on her nerves, but they had reached the desk and were already being attended to.

Once the man realized who was back, he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Hello again. Was the room not to your liking?"

"No, it was not actually." Cuddy donned her best administrative face, or as House called it, went into 'Big-Bad-Administrator mode'. "When I made the reservations, I asked for a room with two full beds, not a king bed. You must have confused the room information."

The man did not even flinch. He had been expecting this couple to be back complaining about their room. 'Seriously, if you wanted to go away to a conference together and not have your spouses find out about it, at least book two separate rooms,' the man thought.

"Alright ma'am, let me see what I can do for you." He began typing away at his computer. For a minute all that could be heard were the sounds coming from the computer as the receptionist tried to find an empty or unreserved room for the two doctors.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but--"

Cuddy quickly cut him off. "Doctor," she snapped.

He was obviously confused. She could tell from the way his brows narrowed.

"I am a doctor. Doctor Lisa Cuddy." At this moment Cuddy wanted to show him just were she stood. This man was getting on her nerves worse than House usually did, and that was saying a lot.

"I'm sorry, Doctor Cuddy." He was clearly getting more annoyed with her as well. "I am sorry to inform you that I have no double rooms left. It seems as if we have overbooked. You are going to have to stay in the room that we have given you. The upgrade is free of charge, of course."

Now, she was not only annoyed, but outraged as well. "What do you mean there are no more rooms with double beds? How can that happen?"

"I am truly sorry. With the medical conference all of our rooms went fast, you and Mr. House-"

Again she cut him off. "Doctor House."

"I am sorry again. You and Doctor House are a bit late for check-in. If you want I can give you adjoining rooms…"

Cuddy declined a bit too quickly. "Are you absolutely sure there aren't any rooms left?"

House quickly interfered. He knew her well enough to know that just because he would use the hospital's money to cover his magazine subscriptions doesn't mean she wouldn't use it just becauseshe had a problem with sleeping in the same bed with him. He also interfered because seeing an angry Cuddy did things to him that he couldn't speak of in mixed company without embarrassing the hell out of both of them.

"Oh Cuddles, we really are going to get that weekend away together." He held his hands under his chin in a dreamy-eyed way, making the situation worse for themselves in the receptionist's eyes.

In response, Cuddy swatted him on the arm with the hotel pamphlet she had been holding. "Cool it House."

House decided that it would be best that he take over from here. Cuddy had really lost it this time and he knew if he didn't, they would have been there for another hour while she weighed the pros and cons of taking the room. "Just take the room already. It's not like we haven't shared before," he said, knowing full well that it would bring back memories for her, just as it did for him. Memories of things that happened before PPTH…before even Stacy…when things had been different between them…

The memory threw her for a second but she recovered quickly. She turned to him and in a low but strong voice said, "That was a long time ago and buried in the past. Don't bring up something you can't do anymore."

That comment completed the memory for both of them. It had been during the time when House didn't use a cane and was the most handsome man on campus…and he was all Lisa's.

"Touché," he said after a moment. Turning to the receptionist, he said, "We're keeping the room."

There was such finality to his tone that it brooked no room for argument. Cuddy also didn't feel like arguing with House anymore. His bringing up their time together in college caused feelings, that she had long ago buried, to resurface, and she had no idea what to do with them.

As Cuddy followed House back up to the 21st floor, he couldn't see it, but she was fighting a fierce internal battle that she was doomed to fail. For some reason, though, the thought of losing this battle did not frighten her, or worry her for that matter. It made her hopeful.

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