"Sophie!" He yelled, glaring at his reflection again. When she appeared, he spun to face her, turning his furious glare on her instead. "What the hell am I wearing?"

"Okay, now I know you're not big on fashion, but honestly - this is called a tuxedo." She spoke slowly, as though he was stupid.

His glare intensified, "I know what it is. What I want to know is why the hell is it blue? Whatever happened to black? You know, tradition?"

"Blah, black." She laughed. "We wanted to go colourful. No one is allowed to wear black or white, except for me and Toby. And we switched colours - he's wearing white, and I'm wearing black."

"Is there any particular reason I'm only finding this out today? Or you just thought it would be fun to see my expression when I realised I was dressed as a smurf?"

"Well, there is that. Plus, I had this feeling you might object, or you know make a scene or something. Evidently I was mistaken. But no, mostly it was just to see you're face. Classic, by the way."

House made a grab for her, but she was too quick, ducking out of the room, and closing the door behind her. Frustrated, he turned to stare once again at his own reflection. Shrugging his shoulders in defeat, he scrutinised the outfit. If he was being honest, he admitted, at least to himself, that it could have been worse. A royal blue tuxedo with a black shirt, and a silver tie - it could have been much worse, he realised, and shuddered at the thought of having been given a pink tux. Shaking his head, he added the finishing touches - a silver headed, dark-wooded cane, and a black bowler hat to top it off, and spared himself one last look in the mirror. House grinned in spite of himself as he headed for the door, the only thought in his mind 'this is going to be one hell of a wedding'.

He entered the adjoining room, finding himself with a stunning view of Lisa Cuddy, mother-of-the-bride, rushing about in nothing but her scant underwear. Closing the door silently behind him, House collapsed into the closest chair, careful not to alert her to his presence. Paying no attention to the mirror, she rushed about, obviously searching for something on the other side of the room. House was utterly delighted when she seemed to spot what she looking for and proceeded to get on her knees and swipe a hand underneath the bed, providing him with a clear shot of her bountiful ass. He stared, unable and unwilling to tear his gaze from such a work of art.

Unfortunately for him, the moment Cuddy stood from picking up the runaway tube of lipstick that had found its way under the bed, she glanced in his direction. Her strangled scream as she noticed him for the first time was quickly followed by a glare and a string of choice expletives. House, sensing danger, stood from his seat, and completely ignored the little voice that shouted at him 'run for your life! Run! Now you idiot!'. Instead, he limped towards her as she held her dress in front of her, in an attempt to cover herself. Her glare intensified as he got closer, but he continued forward. Placing one hand gently on her shoulder, he was pleased and surprised when she didn't pull away or shrug him off. Before she had anymore time to react, he placed a soft, chaste kiss on her lips, then turned swiftly and headed once more for the door. He shot a grin over his shoulder before exiting, "Nice undies Cuddy." He saw a blush creep onto her stunned face as he closed the door and headed off down the hall.


House walked Sophie down the aisle, beaming at her as any proud father would on his daughter's wedding day. When he had handed her over to her fiancée, he turned and took his seat next to Cuddy, unconsciously taking her hand in his during the ceremony. He was amazed by the joy he felt as he watched the younger Cuddy get married, and prayed she had better luck than Wilson had had with his succession of wives.

When the ceremony was over, and Sophie was officially a married woman, Cuddy was the first to rush up to them. Both she and House stood immediately, becoming very suddenly aware of their unintentionally entwined hands - she smiled at him, and slipped her hand out of his in order to wrap her daughter in a hug. House stood transfixed by the sight before him, as Lisa stood beside her daughter, both of them grinning like crazy. He saw for the first time the dress she was wearing and was momentarily stunned - sure she had looked hot in nothing but her underwear earlier, but now she looked absolutely gorgeous, and he couldn't tear his eyes away. The dress she wore was knee length and a deep blue. The neckline square, and the straps thin, with a cinched waist, and a flowing skirt - she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Her eyes met his and she beckoned him up. He tore his eyes from her and gave Sophie a hug, before standing right behind Lisa. He draped his arms lightly around her waist, and she leaned back into him. "You're gorgeous," He whispered in her ear. She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, a smile on her face. He kissed her forehead, and whispered in her ear again, "You're daughter was right, you know."

"About what?"

"I'm crazy about you."

"Good." She said, and he chuckled, the laughter rumbling through his chest. She turned back around, leaning into him again as the pair stood watching the newlyweds. Sophie turned and gave them a knowing look, to which House responded by sticking his tongue out at her. She laughed and shook her head.