A/N. This is the last chapter! It's a long one! Hope you enjoy it! Reviews are love! Let me know if you'd like a sequel!

After they had showered, House had gone and eaten some toast, while Cuddy had changed the bedding again, freshening the bedroom. Rubbing at his leg, he closed his eyes, yes, he had a burst of energy this morning, but he was feeling tired now, and sore again. Looking at the clock he sighed, another couple of hours until his next load of pain relief. Maybe he could go have a lay down, try to think about anything other than the pain that he was feeling now, he was missing the Vicodin, purely for the edge it took off. He needed to discuss it with Cuddy, figure another way of helping his pain. As all this went around in his mind, he hadn't noticed that Cuddy had walked into the kitchen and was putting on a pot of coffee.

His eyes shot up as he heard her turn on the tap. He looked over at her, his hand still on his thigh. "I need to up my dose of Naproxen or something."

Cuddy finished filling the coffee machine and looked over at House, she saw the paleness rising on his face. "How bad out of ten is it just now?" She asked softly, walking over to the table where he was sitting.

House shrugged his shoulders a little. "Seven, eight maybe..." He paused. "My body is adjusting still; we knew it would take time."

Cuddy nodded, hearing his words. "Yeah, do you want some acetaminophen, it might help take the edge off?"

House looked at her, knowing it was a basic pain relief medication, he nodded. "We can try" House thought for a moment. "Do you know anything about PT?" He asked, his hand still rubbing his leg.

"I know a little, not very much, but I can do a bit of research, get more info. Teach myself if you want." She paused, "Or I could hire a PT?" Cuddy suggested.

"I think I just need to figure a way of stretching the muscles, without causing any damage." He looked over at her as she suddenly smiled brightly.

"I can help! Let me set up the living room, but I know a way that will help you." She no sooner finished what she was saying before she had gone through her house.

House shook his head, he didn't know what she was up to, but he hoped that it was going to help. He got up and walked over to the coffee machine and poured himself a coffee, taking a few sips of it before going back to the table, sitting back in the spot he had just vacated a few moments earlier.

Cuddy went into her living room and moved her couch around, pushing her coffee table out of the way too, she needed a large space for the two of them, happy that she had enough space, she went to her hallway closet and pulled out two yoga mats, she put them down with enough space between each of them, it would just be a few simple stretches but it should help. Cuddy made her way to her bedroom, grabbing her yoga workout clothes, she slipped into the bathroom, changed and tied her hair back. Coming out she was ready to help House.

"You ready?" She asked as she walked back into the kitchen, adjusting her top as she walked.

House looked at her suspiciously, she had changed, and her hair was tied back. Was she about to make him run or worse, take him to play tennis? "I'm a cripple, I can't run." He said raising an eyebrow at her.

Cuddy laughed and shook her head at him. "Would I really do that to you?" She asked. "No, just move your butt into the living room please."

House grunted and stood up and slowly made his way to the living room. "Yoga?" He said questioning her.

"Yes… kind of, I'm not going to make you do the cobra pose but I will do gentle exercises to get that muscle flexing a little, if you want to try it?" She smiled, she was full of energy and excited about getting House doing something that she enjoyed.

House looked at her and nodded. "I'll give it a try. But no one in the hospital needs to know about this! Especially Wilson." He pointed his finger at her chest. "Love the fitness clothes by the way, doesn't leave much to the imagination." He wiggled his eyebrow at her a small smirk growing on his face.

"I promise Wilson will never find out, and you don't need to use your imagination… anymore." She smirked. "I know you had dirty dreams about me, so don't even try to deny it." She added as she took his hand in her own. "Sit." She led him to one of the mats, about half an hour after they started, Cuddy announced that they were done, she had managed to stretch his leg a few times, in different ways, but his flexibility needed work. He had managed to frustrate her a little, but she hadn't expected anything else from him. She helped him get in the bath again, knowing that was one thing that did help him. The road of recovery was a long one, and she was ready for it, it was trial and error to see what helped and what didn't.

While House was in the bath, Cuddy had put her living room back to normal, putting everything back in position before she grabbed her laptop and went back through to the bedroom, she left House soaking while she sat on the armchair and opened her laptop. She searched for basic PT training on leg muscles, one thing Cuddy had on her side, she was a fast learner, teaching herself things that would help House she was pleased with herself. She heard House shout her name, shutting the lid of her laptop Cuddy made her way into the bathroom, making a mental note to get rails installed soon, not that she minded helping him but it would make life easier for him if she was at work or out running and he needed to relax his leg.

Tuesday was spent doing the PT that Cuddy had taught herself, she was glad that he wasn't shooting her ideas, they had ordered in Pizza later that afternoon. Thinking that it was the delivery guy at the door, Cuddy answered it, dressed in short shorty pyjamas and a thin dressing gown on, only to come face to face with Wilson. A little flustered she smiled instantly "Hey Wilson." She said, hoping that it was loud enough that House had heard her. Wilson took a step inside as Cuddy closed the door.

"Hey, how is he doing?" Wilson asked in a hushed tone, not sure how things had gone since he had seen Cuddy at the hospital on Saturday.

"He's doing good." House hobbled through, thankfully he had put a shirt and his lounge pants, Cuddy had left him in her bed with nothing but boxer shorts on.

"House!" Wilson smiled at his best friend. "So…" He was unsure what to say.

"The detox went great, I'm no longer Vicodin dependant." House spoke raising an eyebrow at the end in true House form.

"You actually did it?" Wilson looked between House then Cuddy, still standing in the hallway.

Cuddy shook her head and let out a sigh. "Of course, we did! I told you I could." At that moment in time she felt like her ability to still be a doctor was being judged, and House knew what Wilson had said to her before they had done the detox had pissed her off.

"Yeah, but it's House, I never thought anyone would get him to quit Vicodin." Wilson ran his fingers through his hair.

"I asked her to do it, I wanted to get off it." House said straight away not giving Cuddy a chance to respond. "She was the only one I knew would get me clean. I've not had any in one hundred and four hours. Yes, I'm in pain, but we are figuring out how to manage that best we can." House didn't feel like answering all of Wilson's questions so answered all the ones he knew was going to come out of his mouth. "Naproxen mainly with a little acetaminophen when it's really bad."

Wilson was completely taken back; he shook his head. "Sounds like you two have it all worked out." Unsure of what to say next.

"We do." Cuddy confirmed. "As I said, I am a doctor, not just an administrator. I wish people would remember that sometimes." She leaned against the wall, pulling her dressing gown around her more.

"See, for a change it's you that's pissed of the Dean, not me." House smirked.

"I'm sorry Cuddy, I shouldn't have doubted you, I know you're a brilliant doctor. You've had a difficult patient these last few days, how are you?" Wilson did his best to get back on the right side of the Dean of Medicine.

"He's not been that bad, he's slept through most of it." She explained a little. "I'm okay." She said letting a small smile tug at the corner of her lips.

"Did you drug him?" Wilson joked. "Listen I'm sorry I just barged in here, it's just no one has heard from either of you since your trip, we were worried."

"Who's we?" House asked

"Foreman, Chase and Cameron" Wilson answered.

"Do they know I've been detoxing? What have you told them?" House was anxious about what was getting said about him and Cuddy.

"No, they just know you were away at a lecture and was due back on Monday, they wondered why you weren't back yet. Then they noticed Cuddy wasn't back either, they've decided you two have shacked up together and one of you killed the other, Money is on Cuddy killing House by the way."

House and Cuddy looked at each other then looked at Wilson. "Can you tell them that I've got her tied to the bed, having my wicked way with her and time has slipped away from us. And give them the rest of the week on Clinic duty, I'm not going to make it back tomorrow."

Cuddy's jaw dropped slightly. "Do not tell them that! House!" She shook her head. "If he's not wanting to let his team know what really has been going on, please tell them he's a slacker as he knew I got the sick bug while we were away and I'm recovering. They will actually believe that." She said pushing herself off the wall.

"Awh Cuddy… my story was so much more fun." House pouted. "Fine go with hers, but they are still on clinic duty though."

Cuddy nodded. "I should be back Thursday; I think we need another day PT then he will be ready to go back to work." She raised her eyebrow at him.

"You've got him a PT?" Wilson asked.

"Nope, I'm doing it with him, seemed to work okay today, how's the pain now h.. ouse." She almost slipped up and was about to say Honey.

"It's about a four right now." They had been so used to using the one to ten scale, ten being the worst, one had never been said but the last twenty-four hours he had been hovering around four/five.

"Four as in out of ten?" Wilson asked, trying to figure out their code.

"No out of a million. Of course, out of ten." House answered sarcastically.

Wilson looked at both of them, he could tell something was going on, they were too relaxed around each other, and they weren't in everyday clothes at four in the afternoon. "So… what exactly did I disturb?" He asked.

"Nothing, House was stretching out his leg and I ordered a pizza for us. Didn't feel like cooking." She shrugged. Cuddy wondered if Wilson was on to them. They hadn't properly discussed when they were going to come out to him, knowing that she was going to the board and HR as soon as they got back to the hospital.

"Oh, okay." Wilson looked at House, not surprised by his attire, but he had never seen Cuddy relaxed as much as she was, he wasn't sure how to broach the subject.

"Seriously, I'm clean and I owe it all to Cuddy, she has been helping me so much these last few days, I don't know how I'm going to repay her." House sounded sincere.

"You could be less of a jackass at work." She commented getting a laugh out of Wilson.

"Hey now you would miss it if I wasn't a jackass to you at work." House countered.

"No… I'd actually be able to my job without the 'House headache' everyday" She smirked.

"Hurts… it really does!" He fake grabbed his chest pretending like she had hurt him.

"Oh please!" She smirked at him. Wilson watched them both and shook his head.

"On that note, I'm going home, See you both on Thursday." Wilson said as he grabbed the door and opened it, he was out it before either of them could say anything.

House looked at Cuddy and smiled, opening his arm for her to cuddle into him. "Do you think he knows?" Cuddy asked as she moved into his arms.

"Nah, he never sees anything that's plainly staring him in the face, we could have been making out and he still wouldn't get it." House smirked thinking that his words had been a good comeback.

"You're obviously feeling better, maybe I should make you go into work tomorrow." She said raising an eyebrow at him.

"Noooo… you can't you see I have a very demanding girlfriend who I promised I'd spend the day with, if the Dean found out about her, I'd be toast." He smirked as the doorbell rang. She moved from his warmth and answered the door, this time it was the pizza guy, she smiled taking the pizza giving him money and thanking him before closing the door and locking it.

"Couch or bed?" She asked, she didn't want him to feel uncomfortable after all her hard work to get him to a pain level four already.

"Couch, want to watch a movie or something, just relax?" He asked knowing she had been on edge since they had been back in America.

"Sure, any in mind?" She asked moving to the living room, setting the pizza boxes on the coffee table.

House followed her into the living room, he walked to her DVD collection. "You really like your chick flicks, don't you?" He shook his head at her shocking DVD collection.

"Nothing wrong with a chick flick, it's gotten me though some really hard days." She admitted as she walked out of the living room, going to the kitchen to grab drinks. Coming back with a couple cans of soda she sat on the couch, opening the pizza box on the top. "That's your one." She said as she looked at the toppings, he had gone for the meat lovers one, she set it to the side she opened the other pizza box with hers inside, she had gone for a plain four cheese pizza. "Have you picked what we are watching yet?" She asked as she looked over at him.

"What's this?" He asked with a huge smirk on his face "Lisa's graduation. Oh My God! We have to watch this." He held the disc up high so she couldn't get it off him as she lunged towards him.

"We are not watching that!" Cuddy tried to get it from him. "I will make your life hell at work if you put that anywhere near the DVD player." She said raising her eyebrow at him.

"Oh, you know you want to watch it again." He smirked at her, he had to admit he was interested in seeing it. "How do you have a DVD copy anyway, aren't you too old for them to record it in DVD format?" He asked seeing her glare he was finding it very hard to hold in the laugh.

"Asshole! My mother got it converted!" She explained. "And if you're not careful I will go root around in your apartment. Find something incrementing about you!" She dared him.

"I've nothing to hide, you know about my porn collection." He smirked.

"House!" She sighed. "Please, put it back on the shelf pick an actual movie." Pleading with him, she didn't want to remind herself how different she looked back then,

"You know, I wanted to call you, see you again after that night." He said as he put his hand down, putting the case back on the shelf, grabbing the movie that had actually caught his eye, Sweet home Alabama.

Cuddy was taken aback by his words, she looked at him, she was close enough to touch him. "Why didn't you?" She asked bluntly.

"I got kicked out of that med school, I had to leave and find another med school to continue my degree." He admitted.

"You know, the rumours going around was that I scared you away, that I had turned you gay and that you had left because of me." Cuddy hated thinking about back then when he had left her in the early morning after they had crazy sex.

"Seriously? I was never told any of that." He shook his head. "I am sorry." He genuinely meant it too. He put the DVD on as she sat on the couch, she was quiet for a moment. He joined her on the couch and sat forward to get his pizza.

"How different would we be if it had continued back then?" She spoke out, her back against the back of the couch, not even looking at her pizza.

"I really don't know, I'd like to think we would still be together, married with a couple kids, stupidly brainy good-looking kids, taking after their father of course." He smirked looking at her. "Where do you think we would be?"

Cuddy smiled and shook her head at him. "They would have a good mix of both of us, although our daughter would be the double of me, but a total dad's girl." She paused. "Our son would be a mom's boy and would be tall like you." She added. "And we would be celebrating our twentieth wedding anniversary." Cuddy smiled they had known each other so long. "And I'd still be madly in love with you."

House smiled, leaning back his shoulder touching hers. "We could still have all that you know."

Looking up at him, "Seriously? You want to be a dad?" She didn't think he would ever want to be a parent.

"With the right mom yeah." He leaned over to her, his hand gently cupping her face. "Obviously you." His words were no louder than a whisper as he kissed her gently.

Kissing him back she felt a wave of emotion hit her, he wanted to have kids with her. She could feel her eyes fill up.

House broke the soft kiss and looked at her. "What's wrong?" He asked as he raised his thumbs to wipe away the tears.

"I… I just never thought I'd find someone who would openly be honest about wanting kids with me." She paused. "I want your kids too; I mean when the time is right of course." She added

House smiled. "I'd like to be clean for at least six months before we try." He was being super honest with her, yet nothing was said about marriage. His mind suddenly floated back to the box in his bedside table, the moment he had seen that ring set, engagement and wedding ring, he knew it was the one for her.

"Six months from now we can discuss it again." She smiled as she kissed him again. "For now, let's eat and watch…" She looked at the screen. "Sweet Home Alabama." She smirked as she sat up and grabbed a slice of her pizza, settling back into the couch as House pressed start on the remote.