A/N: Gah, that sucked. Hope this is better. Yes, the House/Cuddy interaction IS HERE. Lol. And I'm sorry, there will be no hot sex because a) I wouldn't be able to write it; it would totally bomb, and b) It wouldn't fit into my story very well, IMO. Thanks for the reviews. Hugs for everyone; I love y'all to pieces. Mwah.

"I do not like her!" House grumbled to himself as he twirled his cane again later that afternoon. He had not seen Wilson since the earlier incident, and he had managed to hide from Cuddy during that time, as well. For that he was happy. "Plus," he mused, "I got out of more clinic duty." He'd have to thank Foreman for that. "On second thought... no."

"He so likes her."

Ah, yes. The patented 'Wilson' look, so perfectly accompanied by his confident, cocky-sounding statement. Cocky, that is, to Gregory House. Obviously not to the oncologist himself, of course; Wilson thought he was always right. And, if House would admit it, he often was. But not quite always. This time he was wrong.

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Dr. Lisa Cuddy was not one usually prone to paranoia, but as she worked, the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. Someone was watching at her. Shaking her head at her antics, she resumed efficiently dealing with her patient and grabbed her clipboard, checking it as she pushed the door open with her foot.

"Oomph." She ran straight into a tall, solid figure. Her head came up, and she drew in a sharp breath, then composed herself. "What the hell were you doing?"

House's eyes narrowed in mock confusion. "Is that a trick question?"

Cuddy glared at him. "Oh, come off it. What were you doing?" she repeated.

He pulled an innocent face. "Staring at your ass."

"House."

"No, really!" he insisted, pouting.

She glared at him again. "My office, now."

Miraculously, he followed her like an obedient puppy, limping behind her without a word. That is, until-

"It looks even better when you're walking" and he prodded her with his cane.

"Oh, shut it." Try as she might, she couldn't smother the grin that threatened to spread across her face. "You're such a moron."

"I'm hurt."

She smirked. "Right. And keep your cane to yourself."

"It doesn't turn you on?"

Cuddy rolled her eyes. "I'm not Alison Cameron, in case you haven't noticed."

"Oh, believe me, I've noticed," House smirked.

She waited until they reached her office to turn around and confront him. "What does that mean?"

"Nothing."

"Ugh, why I even bother…" Cuddy sat at her desk and started on her paperwork. "Why are you still standing there?"

"You said you wanted to talk to me…" House gave her an odd look. "Or, at least, that's what you said, what you want might be something completely opposite…" he trailed off in a conspiratory whisper.

Cuddy squeezed her eyes shut. "God, you're irritating. I can't remember, okay? Now go to the clinic where you're supposed to be and I'll page you when it comes back." Angrily, she berated herself for the fact that she actually couldn't for the life of her.

"Awww, clinic?" House whined.

She opened her eyes and suddenly he was right in front of her desk, leaning forward until his face was a mere two centimetres from her own. "Shall I help you remember?" He asked, voice dropping low.

Her eyes fluttered closed automatically, feeling his breath on her lips. "Yes." A grimace appeared on her lips. "I mean, no." She sighed and opened her eyes a crack. "Go do clinic, House."

"Yes, ma'am." He threw her an evil grin as he limped out, knowing full well the effect he had on her and already planning to use it to his advantage.

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"House and Cuddy, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G…"

House glowered fiercely at his friend. "Keep going and you'll need a doctor."

That was enough to stop Wilson from continuing the song, but not enough to keep the huge grin off his face. "You're as stubborn as they come, Greg."

"Good. Let's go get supper. I'm hungry."

Wilson couldn't stop himself. "For what?" he asked teasingly.

"You're two seconds away from having my cane up your ass," House warned, still glowering.

Wilson pressed his lips together in a tight line and headed for the door, not willing to bear the brunt of the diagnostician's anger. "Alright, I get it." Laughter threatened to spill over if he wasn't careful. "But when you realized you've fallen madly in love with her, don't say I didn't warn you."

"I won't," House replied quickly. And without thinking. "Fall in love with her, that is."

Wilson nodded seriously. "Right."

House scowled. "Supper. Now."

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