House was just sitting in his office one morning, deciding which case was interesting enough to take and wouldn't end up being some liar who just needed an antacid and a shrink. With the Macarena playing on his Ipod. He was staring intensely at the manila folders, the one brunette who made his heart feel like a moving van ran over it came into his office. Out of sheer embarrassment House quickly hit the pause button, but not before a short laugh from Stacy.

"Did I miss the dance?" she giggled.

"Oh well…I was--" he stammered.

"Just trying to find something to listen to?"

"Yeah." House said, just staring at his shoes. After a long awkward pause he began, "How have the last three years been?"

"Lonely." At that moment, just by coincidence Stacy tucked her hair behind her left ear.

"Your hand says otherwise." He pointed out, staring at the diamond on her finger.

"That's why I'm here." She explained.

"To ask for my blessing?" He quipped. "I don't think your fiancé needs the ex boy toy's approval. He'd probably prefer not to have it."

"I need you." She pleaded.

"Medical?" House questioned knowing full well an impromptu visit from Stacy would probably have little to do with medicine.

"Can we sit down?" She pleaded.

House obliged.

As Stacy started to speak, she removed her ring from her finger and set it on the table.

"Marry me and I won't marry Mark in three weeks."

House's face remained blank as he said…

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