While House had never put the leash back on, Buffy had decided to keep the collar on, enjoying being something she wasn't allowed to be. She felt freer than she had in years, almost like she had when it had been her and Faith, together, powerful.

Keeping in step with House, they walked through the glass doors to the clinic, "Hello, New Jersey! Dr. House checking in, eight O'clock."

The nurse at the check in table stared at him, "Got it."

He didn't notice her pick up the phone and hurriedly dial a number.

Taking a chart, he handed it to Buffy. She rolled her eyes and read the name, "Jake Mathers."

The man likely in his early twenties stood up and followed Buffy and House into the examination room. He sat awkwardly down on the table, House glanced at him and sighed, "So, Mr. Mathers, what brings you here today."

Jake squinted at the nametag house had attached to his pants pocket, "Dr. House, uh, does she need to be here?"

"Miss Summers is here to make sure I don't kill anyone, and they don't kill me. If you're that embarrassed, just imagine her in her underwear."

He looked incredulous before Buffy gave him a kind smile, "I was in the shower last night, and I noticed this rash on my butt."

House's eyes widened and he sighed, obviously trying to decide the best way to get out of it, "Turn around, and drop your pants."

Jake braced himself on the table, bending forward, and lowering his jeans and boxers, House grimaced. Throwing Buffy a glance, he saw her smirking. Snapping his rubber gloves on, he leaned in closer to get a better look.

Jake twisted his head to try to talk to House, "I've been taking this new medicine, and I thought maybe I had a reaction to it."

Pulling back, House wrote something on the chart, "Here's a tip Johnny, next time you can't keep it in your pants, find a bed."

Jake straightened and pulled his pants up as House walked out of the room, "What's wrong with me?"

Buffy gave him a pitying look, "What the good doctor was trying to say was, you have carpet burn. Unless you're half dog, you were having sex."

She stalked out of the room, her humor barely contained; House was leaning on the wall, "How did you know that was carpet burn?"

Buffy shrugged, "There was an incident with rug a year or two ago."

House's eyes got wider, and the Rubick's cube that was Buffy Summers got more complex.

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When they reached the waiting room, House winced and tried to turn back around, but a sharp voice calling him made him stop, "House!"

Spinning, he fixed a cheeky grin on his face, "Yes, Mommy?"

Cuddy frowned, "You can imagine how surprised I was to get a call that I needed to come down to the clinic, that it was an emergency," her face broke into a smile, "You were on time! Miss Summers, I am in debt to you. No one has been able to get House to be punctual…ever. Stacy told me he was even late to their wedding."

Cuddy scampered over to Buffy and wrapped her in a hug, Buffy cast House a scared glance before gently patting the older woman on the back.

Pulling back Cuddy grinned ecstatically, "You're a miracle worker. If you keep showing up on time, I'll cut back on your clinic hours."

House looked at her, skeptically before he spoke, "Deal. Next patient!"

Cuddy gave Buffy one more enthusiastic squeeze before she ran off to her office.

Buffy turned to House, "She's really scary."

House nodded his head, "You think this is bad, just wait until Christmas time, it's like they inject her with sugar instead of botox."

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Okay, this is the start of Buffy returning from her OOC moment. Sorry I put some of you off with the OOC bits, but I was suffering from serious lack of blood in brain issues, so I'm not really to blame! I'm am so thankful for all the reviews, they keep me writing…really, it's like adrenaline. Except I'm not an adrenaline junkie…I'm a review junkie.

I fixed the House Stacy being married thing-yeah so.