AuthorsNote:MY FUCKING GOD! I haven't updated anything in YEARS! I'm so sorry to those out there who are still reading my fics or who have been waiting for them to finish. I really am. I just got so busy and I lost interest in House and now I'm seeking closure to my ex favourite fandom. I hope you enjoy.
This is the last chapter in this story...so please read and review!
huddyaimee
Chapter 20
Cuddy arrived at work and did her usual Thursday morning routines as did every staff member – except House. He had, yet again, stuck more magnets over the MRI, claiming that they were to entertain the children. Cuddy didn't buy it and deducted from his pay, the amount it would cost to fix the bloody machine.
It had now been just under forty eight hours since their bet and both were feeling the strain of not being with one another, yet neither of them wanted to lose each other. House hadn't turned up for clinic duty at eleven, so, in fear she'd lose the bet, she got her PA to tell the head nurse to tell Foreman to tell House that he was needed in exam room one.
House had refused for a good half an hour before he was practically dragged by his ear to the clinic.
The head nurse approached him as he limped to the nurses station.
"No one cares if you don't do the work," she hissed at him as they crossed paths. "Sit in there for all I care; just make it look as though you're doing the work."
House smiled and walked into the station. He found the key and unlocked a cupboard. Insinde he found two shoe boxes marked 'House'sThings'. He pulled out the boxes, shut and relocked the cupboard. He then reached over for the small bucket of lollipops and pulled out three red ones and placed them securely in his jacket pocket.
House hobbled over to exam room one with his boxes in an arm and the lollipops in his pockets. When he got inside the exam room, he placed them on the bench and closed the door behind him. He opened the boxes to find all his confiscated items, like his Gameboy, PSP and portable TV.
About half an hour had passed and he had this terrible urge to go out into the reception. Little did he know, Cuddy was having the same urge.
He made his was out there. He saw Cuddy there too. Their eyes locked at patients and staff began to stare. The pair came to a stop in front of each other.
"It's been forty eight hours and you haven't folded," he whispered.
"I'm about to," she whispered back, reaching to wrap her arms around his neck. He held her back. "I love you, Greg,"
House smiled, "Straight back at'cha." He told her before pulling her into a kiss.