A/N: Thanks for reading and reviewing. The reviews are helpful sometimes they spark a new idea. Sorry this chapter is short, and badly written, but I promise the next chapter is a long one, I know this because it is already written I just have to read over it, and tweak stuff. But it will be long I think it's at least 10 pages.

Chapter 10:

House struggled to sleep, like he had most nights. The added weight on the other side of the bed made sleep more difficult. After years of sleeping alone he had become accustom to not having anyone else around when he slept, and now the other person made him uncomfortable. Why had he agreed to allow her to sleep in his bed, with him?

He lay there staring at the ceiling he could hear her breathing, which was annoying him. "Breath softer." He grumbled.

"Sorry." Cuddy answered, also struggling to find sleep. "Stop moving." She grumbled back at him.

House stopped moving around, stopped trying to get comfortable, comfortable was a relative term. To him comfortable was whatever position hurt the least. Tonight he was curled on his left side with a pillow between his legs, providing support for his right leg. He was facing Cuddy now, and could see her eyes in the dark room.

"Stop staring at me House." Cuddy complained.

"I wasn't staring at you. I was staring at the twins." House answered, closing his eyes. The vicodin was starting to work, along with the wine and beers he had, he was slowly becoming more and more relaxed. He knew soon enough he would be asleep.

Cuddy listened to House's soft breathing. If she had been back in college this moment would have been the biggest moment in her life. While an undergraduate at Michigan she had wanted to date Gregory House. The star athlete that made lacrosse worth watching, he played the guitar and had a bad boy way to him. Any girls dream man, and every fathers worst nightmare. But it was not in the cards for her, House was with Stacey, it was during one of their on moments. For years they had an on again and off again relationship. By the time the two had completely broken up, it was too late for Cuddy to act on her feelings. House was moving onto medical school, and she still had a year left before she graduated. After that, House had not been present in her life until he came to work at the same hospital as her. He was with Stacey again, this time it seemed seriously. Than the infraction occurred and everything changed, for everyone. House only seen how the infraction affected his life, he did not see how it effected the lives of those who cared about him. He probably would argue no one cared, except maybe Wilson.

Returning from her thought process that kept her occupied, she heard the slow even breathing coming from House. She listened to it, willing her brain to shut off and give her the much needed rest that would get her through the next day.

House woke the next morning, he was on his side of the bed, and Cuddy was still on her side. He looked at the clock, it was still early, his leg was already hurting him. Rolling onto his back he hissed in pain. Mornings sucked, they were one of the worse times for him. Reaching his vicodin he quickly swallowed the pills. Closing his eyes again he willed himself to sleep again, but that was almost impossible. Wilson was awake, blow-drying his hair already. Who blow dry's their hair anymore, House wondered.

Cuddy heard House, the hiss of pain had woken her up. She knew better than to open her eyes, it would only led House to put up his barriers, and she wanted to see what he was like without them. So she lay there remembering to keep her breathing slow and shallow.

House moved slowly off the bed, it was better he got up before Cuddy woke. He did not want her to see him in pain, at least not again. The time she spent helping him getting over the flu was enough, just the thought of it made him uncomfortable, and the time before well they never spoke about that time. Holding another hiss in, he slowly pushed himself up from the bed, grabbing for his cane to help keep him on his feet. Today was a good day, which translated into the fact that he had not collapsed back on the bed in agony. Maybe the day would stay this way.

Cuddy waited ten minutes before she climbed out of bed. She was greeted with the smell of eggs and bacon. Walking down the hallway she found Blythe putting eggs on a plate for House, who was already sitting at the kitchen table.

"Lisa have a seat. Do you like cheese with your eggs?"

Cuddy looked at the clock on the wall, "I don't' really have time…"

"nonsense, breakfast is the most important meal of the day." House said, "And you get really cranky when you don't eat, and with the rumors that will be spread today..."

"I warned you House."

"Don't listen to him Lisa, Greg will refrain from spreading rumors, won't you?" Blythe said putting the last of the first batch of eggs on a plate for Cuddy.

"Yes mother."

Cuddy needed to hire this woman to have her follow her son around. She could picture House getting ready to say something really mean to a clinic patient and Blythe stopping him. She really needed to find out how the woman did it, and get her on the hospital payroll.

Wilson appeared from the bathroom in fresh clothes, Cuddy wondered where he kept them at House's apartment. She knew the two doctors spent time together outside of the hospital and Wilson had lived with House more than once, but she did not know he left clothes behind.

"Do you want next shower?" House asked, finishing up his breakfast.

"No I have to go home for clothes." Cuddy said knowing the day was going to turn into a bad one. Whenever she was late for work, it always made her late for everything else because she could never get ahead, well maybe she could if House was not always causing trouble. Maybe she should give him the day off? She knew that would not work because he would like that too much, and still would find a way to cause trouble from his apartment.

"Are you sure? We could save on water? Shower together. I know you always wanted to see me naked." House retorted.

"I've already seen you naked House." Cuddy said with a smile on her face, watching him try to figure out when and where she saw him naked, and than he realized. The last time she had saw him naked was the time they never spoke about, the time that even Wilson did not know about.

Cuddy thought to herself, last night should never had happened. She should not have slept in his bed, even if they were both clothed, it was a boundary she was not ready to cross. Why had she agreed? Why had she willingly slept in the same bed as Gregory House?

A/N: Sorry I know people like the waking up and cuddling thing, but I find that to be a bit overused, so opted out of it. Though I do love when that occurs and it would make the entire House Cuddy hook up easy, which is really hard to thin of a nice way to hook the two up, but I think I'm moving in that direction with the next chapter. And I'll stop rambling now, it's late and I have more to write. Class starts soon and I want to finish this story up soon too.