AN: New chapter! I'm guessing that there's going to be about two or three more, only because I'm kind of clueless on where to go after the next chapter's events take place.
Chapter Seven
"What do you want?" Lucas picked up the phone, moodily, the ringing echoed in his ears. He was sprawled out on the couch, a can of Budweiser on the table, a few various DVDs, mostly ones snitched from House.
"Lucas?" Cuddy's voice came over the other line and Lucas sat bolt upright.
"What?" Lucas' voice softened and he felt bad for snapping at her.
"Are you okay?" Cuddy sounded worried, and for a second, Lucas' heart crumbled at hearing her voice. "You sound worse than House when he's hungover."
"I'm fine," he snapped, his walls up in an instant at the mention of House.
"Oh, well," Cuddy sighed, "House is right, he told me that you and I should talk."
Lucas rolled his eyes, "No, I suggested we talk, I guess you only decided to wait until House agreed with me."
"Give it a rest, will you?" Cuddy snapped, "We dated and it didn't work, that's it."
"Fine, but admit it, I did ask if we could talk before House suggested it."
"Why do you care when I decided that we need to talk?" Cuddy asked, excepting Lucas to react this way, "If you want to talk, then meet me in Wilson's office this afternoon, around three-thirty. We can talk then."
"Oh, okay." Lucas leaned back into the couch, "I'll see you then?" He asked, assuming that was the only reason Cuddy had called him.
"Sure," Cuddy caught on right away, understanding Lucas' interest in ending the phone call.
"Bye Cuddy," Lucas' sigh was clearly audible through the phone.
"Bye Lucas," Cuddy replied, about to hang up, "Oh, and Lucas?"
"Yeah?" Lucas sounded slightly irritated that Cuddy had something to share with him again.
"Lydia really likes being around you, she told me, and I want you to believe me when I tell you this. You make her smile, and happier that she said she's been since her sister went into Mayfield."
"Err, thanks?" Lucas felt a deep, oddly familiar sensation in his chest, like what he had felt when he and Lydia had kissed in his living room. "Bye Cuddy."
"Bye Lucas," Cuddy was grinning broadly on the other end, "See you later."
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"How'd it go?" House watched Cuddy enter his office through the door of the DDX room.
"Fine," Cuddy smiled, seeing him lounging in his chair behind his desk, "Your turn."
"Ohh-kay." House reached for the phone, "Fine, if you insist mommy."
"Shut up," Cuddy smiled, tossing him a chocolate and oatmeal raisin cookie wrapped in saran wrap.
"Thanks Cuddy." House unwrapped it and broke off a piece, "Come here."
"I'm fine," Cuddy rolled her eyes at him, "I just ate lunch with Wilson."
"And you didn't invite me?" House placed a hand on his heart, hurt, "Why?"
"Because you have to call Lydia and you have a case." Cuddy took the cookie piece he was offering her and nibbled it.
"It better not be poisonous," House watched her nibble the cookie, "Maybe I should wait until you finish before having any."
"Oh, that's nice," Chase called, from where he and Thirteen had entered the DDX room.
"Yeah," Thirteen pushed open the door, her and Chase entering House's office. "If I were you, I'd eat the cookie before Cuddy, you wouldn't want to poison her would you?"
"Well, no," House pretended to cower under Cuddy's glare, Chase's humorous look and Thirteen's strict one. "But you're not my mommy."
"Then who is?" Chase asked, curious.
"Cuddy."
"You're dating your mom?" Chase and Thirteen laughed, and Cuddy blushed.
"Oh, ew, good point." House wrinkled his nose, "Wilson is my mom and dad, you know." He winked at Cuddy, who shrugged; "No really, he wears toenail polish, what kind of man wears toenail polish?"
"Not many," Cuddy smirked, "But he's the only guy I know who eats KFC after sex."
"What?" House was covering the obvious blush on his face with Cuddy's hand and his tennis ball. "I do not." He looked at Chase and Thirteen, who were both doubled over with laughter.
"Liar," Cuddy smirked, "You do."
"Shut up," House pulled Cuddy onto his good leg, kissing her neck, "Or else I'll prove them wrong."
"Uhm," Thirteen was blushing now, "We just came up to tell you that we got the patient stabilized for now and we're going to monitor them for a few hours before running anymore major tests."
"Okay, shoo." House waved them both off and they hurried from the room, leaving House and Cuddy alone.
"So..." Cuddy leaned back against House's chest, still wishing he wasn't so romantic when they were at work. "Are you going to call Lydia now?"
"Huh, do I have to Cuddy?" House pouted, "Why can't you?"
"You know why," Cuddy massaged his thigh, "It ruins the plan, that's why you had me call Lucas."
"Okay, Cuddles, if you insist," House kissed her neck, running has hands up and down her sides, "Now go away before I get tempted to drag you into Wilson's office with me."
"You wouldn't dare." Cuddy looked at him, feeling House's arms snake around her waist and rest on her stomach.
"I wouldn't dare what? Have sex with you in the hospital? Of course I would, why, do you want sex now?" House trailed a line of kissed from her collarbone to her earlobe, "Are you sure about that Lisa Cuddy?"
"Positive," Cuddy twisted to look at House, still sitting happily in his lap, "Now let go of me; the sooner you finish up, and the sooner it's five, then the sooner we can get home."
"It's still going to be almost four hours until it's five," House pouted, not letting go of Cuddy, "Whatever I'm doing won't make the time go faster, unless it's sex. Then, in that case, I'm sure we can pass the time rather quickly."
"I already told you, no sex at the hospital, or any other place we go to besides your apartment or my house."
"Your house?" House smirked, "I am your house Cuddy; therefore, we can have sex anywhere."
"I mean the one that I live in, I'm guessing that it would be pretty impossible to live in you."
"Oh, I'm sure you could try Cuddles." House smirked, nuzzling her neck lovingly.
"Oh, God!" Wilson entered House's office, pretending to hide his eyes in fright, "Get a room you two!"
"Wilson," House mumbled, still nuzzling Cuddy's neck, "Go away."
"I need to know why I am mysteriously being booted out of my office from three on today."
"We need it," House's arms were around Cuddy's waist and he looked up, seeing Wilson's jaw drop.
"You two are using my office for sex?" Wilson sputtered, "And you're okay with this Cuddy?"
Cuddy and House looked at each other, grinning, before both burst out laughing.
"Wilson," Cuddy managed between giggles, "We're not using your office for sex, we need to talk with Lucas and Lydia; and your office is best for that."
"Isn't yours better?" Wilson countered.
"Beep, wrong. Both of you." House looked at Cuddy; "We are not meeting with Lucas and Lydia, they are meeting with each other. And Wilson; no, Cuddy's isn't better because Lucas knows it."
"Err, okay?" Wilson looked at Cuddy, "So I can head out around three?"
"Sure," Cuddy shrugged, "Don't worry about it."
"Thanks," Wilson nodded awkwardly at them and headed off to his own office, to make sure that it was presentable with Lucas and Lydia got there.
Standing and heading towards the door, Cuddy stopped, turning to look at House. "And in the next half hour, I want to you call Lydia then get your ass down to the clinic, okay?"
"Yes mistress." House smirked as Cuddy closed the door behind her, picking up the phone and dialing Lydia's cellphone.
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