"I'm going to kill you."

"I figured as much."

"Any last words, before I stick my cane so far up your ass that the flames on the tip come out of your mouth?"

"Lovely. And no, not really. I think a patronising 'Awww' will suffice."

"Shut up. There are probably still people who don't know about your bed wetting fiasco."

Wilson glanced round them, at what seemed to be the entire hospital who'd gathered to see the latest gossip.

"I think everyone knows how you stuck my hand in warm water."

House grinned "My maturity brings the babes."

"Exactly."

Cuddy was slowly making her way to her office, sneaking away from the drama in sideways strides, when all the attention focused on her. She hung her head and stopped where she was.

"Don't bring my husband into this. You're still in love with me, admit it!" House cried dramatically.

Wilson held his hands up in defeat.

"You're right, I love you. I proposed to you not because I didn't want you getting Nora, but because I wanted you." He deadpanned.

"I knew it!" House fist pumped the air in victory, and walked off, his limp seemingly less prominent than normal.

"But seriously, can I be best man?" Wilson yelled after him.

His answer was a one fingered salute.

Cuddy rested her head on her desk and sighed into the wood. Everything was out in the open, and that was good, yes. But now there really was no turning back. Not that she regretted getting with House, not at all, but... She didn't know why she could feel a big black cloud of dread hanging over her.

Her door swung open, interrupting her thoughts, and for that she was thankful. What she wasn't thankful for was the fact that the intruder decided to sweep everything off her desk, sending all her carefully organised piles of paperwork crashing onto the carpet.

House grinned as she watched all her budget plans and performance views and other incredibly important but incredibly boring bits of paper swirled round her feet. Plucking the apple from his pocket, he lay on the desk and placed the apple in his mouth.

She just watched him.

After a few seconds, he sat up with a "Well?"

"My paperwork..."

"Damn it, woman, you need to live a little!" he threw his apple in the trash and grabbed her hand, helping her over the piles of paper that she desperately didn't want to tread on, but he didn't care, hence the footprint on one that he made sure she didn't notice.

"Where are we going?" She asked the second they stepped out her door.

"Lunch."

"We just went to lunch."

"Dinner."

"I'm not hungry."

He stopped and looked at her. "Wilson." He said finally, with a tone that made it sound like there was no room for argument, but that didn't faze her.

"No. You can go to Wilson, and I will pretend that you're doing something worthwhile while I clean my office."

"I think we need to go to Wilson." He said quietly, making her panic for a split second before asking why.

He was just about to answer when she turned and ran the three feet back to her office.

I was trying to think about where to take this, and when I came up with this idea, nothing else seemed as good.

I've only planned this far, so I'm not sure when my next update will be. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after, maybe next week.