Disclaimer: Yes he's mine. I'm rich beyond my wildest dreams!..oh damit i've woken up...:s

This is a chapter I wrote ages ago and this and the next chapter is what triggered the original idea for this story.

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To all the people who have reviewed so far thank you:

Samanthaon: Thank you for your constant reviews, they help me keep going and give me the drive to develop my story further. As to what happens, read on and you shall find out :)

House Addiction: I'm pleased I made you laugh. It's always a challenge to write jokes as I find it very difficult to write stuff which remains true to House's twisted sense of humour but knowing I made you laugh was reward enough for the time I spent getting the banter between House and Wilson right!

RougueButterfly: Nope Motorbike riding will never be the same. The image could cause accidents alone without the action actually taking place (Lol...in other words, (to any kids reading chapter 5) don't try this at home).

Indigo E: Lindsey and Wilson hmmm? You will just have to wait and see!

Luv2LuvHugh: My identical plot bunny! Yes we are in sync, very much so! Great minds think alike! And the Motorbike was too much plot material to give up, hot, noisy and vibrating and that's just the bike itself, let alone the people on it!

Ciceroguided: Interesting huh? Please go on….

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Chapter 6: A Close Encounter

His gaze quickly travelled over Mark; he took in his big build, brownish spiky hair, and boyish looks, he must have been about 25. Cuddy wasn't into playboys, or, at least, he hoped she wasn't.

House remained silent; gaining a great deal of amusement and pleasure as he watched the newcomer shift under his gaze. However as he saw Mark's Hazel eyes flicker over to Cuddy and felt a stab of fleeting annoyance and anger.

Trying to contain his emotions, he stilled his thoughts by reassuring himself, once again, that Mark definitely wasn't Cuddy's type, right from the tips of his highlighted hair to the ends of his toes which were currently nestled in a pair of surfer boy sandals. However his eyes subconsciously fluttered over to her ever so slightly.

Cuddy was playing with her stirrer, eyes unfocused, as she watched the liquid swirling around the glass, the light reflecting off the surface and sparkling in her eyes. She was seemingly uninterested in the conversation at hand, her thoughts obviously not currently inhabiting the same planet as the rest of them.

OK! He thought, definitely not interested. The feeling of unease still remained in the pit of his stomach, he felt possessive and the need to demonstrate this to the new male currently eyeing up his pray was overwhelming. His eyes darkened as his mind began to develop a plan.

He shifted slightly, stood up, looked around at crowd and announce 'sorry, I have to go pee pee' Mark, shocked at his bluntness, scanned the rest of the group to study there reactions but they were moving around to let House out, seemingly unfazed by his announcement. Cuddy, on the edge of the seat, stood up to let him by. House shifted in front of her, deliberately brushing his body closer than necessary.

The plan was to catch Mark's eye in the form of a challenge, but as he swivelled to look across the table a sharp intake of breath caused his head to snap right back to the face now only inches from his own.

He could feel her chest rising, her breathing harsh and shallow. His eyes flittered down to her mouth as Cuddy's tongue lazily caressed her lips, leaving them glistening and soft in its wake. Tearing his eyes back up to gaze into her own, he would have sworn he felt her heart quicken. Her eyes broke away and shifted to look over his shoulder. He turned his head slowly, shifting his body round, this caused his groin to grind against hers as the edge of the table forced him forward, holding back a moan House looked around at the sea of faces.

The boys had allowed the whole thing to go unnoticed still engrossed in the conversation. Lindsey, the one in which Cuddy had been looking at, had now returned her attention to the debate between Chase, Foreman and Wilson.

The only two people who remained focused on Cuddy and himself were Mark, eyes narrowed and currently flitting between Cuddy and House with the air of an unspoken question and Cameron whose eyes were currently burning holes in the back of Houses head. This triggered a fleeting thought, God! if only Mark were her type all my problems would be over. Frowning at them both he turned back to Cuddy who was now leaning further back, increasing the distance between her and House 'are you going or not?'
House nodded; shifted out from behind the table and turned away in the direction of the bar, he began to limp towards the toilet taking deep breaths to slow the constant thump of his heart.

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Cuddy watched as house staggered away. Her palms were sweating and she felt light headed. Blaming it on the alcohol she excused herself and said she was just going to the bathroom. Apparently the mixture of Vodka and Tonic was disagreeing with her tonight.

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Cameron watched her leave until Cuddy vanished round the corner. She sighed and returned to the conversation in hand eyes every now and then darting back to the other end of the bar.

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Cuddy stood at the entrance to the bathroom, Girl's on her left Men's on her right. She couldn't decide whether to confront House or just tend to her own needs and head back to the table. Well, she thought, I have never been one to let things go.
The alcohol had started having an effect making her more forward and determined to get to the bottom of House's behaviour .Determining that the hall was empty, she placed her hands on the Men's door and pushed.

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House was gazing into the mirror as a cold stream of water caressed his hands washing the soapy froth down the drain.
His thoughts travelled to what just happened, he was analysing it in every way possible, was he sure he had heard what he thought and that Cuddy had reacted in that way or was it her under the influence of alcohol thathad her bodytalking.
After all she hadn't had it in a long time. He had no idea why, the goods were on display 24/7 and that would be enough to real any unsuspecting man in.

A loud bang ruminated round the room snapping House back from his thoughts. He chose to ignore it suspecting it was just a drunken man stumbling into the bathroom with less ability to walk than he had.

He watched as the last of the foam swirled in the sink and lifted his head up, coming face to face with startling ocean blue eyes gazing at him from the mirror, only they weren't his own and were currently accompanied by a thin lined mouth and frown lines emanating across her forehead.

Her! House spun round to stare at Cuddy. In a second the flash of shock was quickly replaced with his usual emotionless expression. He turned to wipe his hands and spoke with his back turned.

'You don't want to make faces like that Cuddle Kins you'll get wrinkles, or at least more than you already have..'

(He saw her cringe slightly at the old and rarely used nickname but she remained silent.)

'Although the diversion technique works well', he turned and allowed his eyes to travel down to her chest and smiled slightly, 'men really aren't going to be gazing at your face are they?'

He continued to stare at her.

'Oookkay', he continued 'I can understand why you might be confused but this isthe Men's bathroom and according to the messages around the holy water cooler you are definitely not a Man' (still silence). He stood, awkwardly shifting on his cane; her breathing the only noise between them.

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Cameron was sat at the table. They had been gone ages; her eyes flicked to the clock and then back to the other end of the room. Chase leaned across the table 'Cameron are you ok? You look worried.'
'yeah' she replied 'I'm just worried about Cuddy I better go and make sure she's ok,' with that she lifted herself from her seat and made her way to the bathroom but deep in her heart she knew the concern was not for Cuddy but for what she was up to.

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'Why'd you do it?'

It was the first thing she had said in the 10 minutes she'd been standing there. Her voice sounded raw and harsh in the large room.

'Do what?' he replied,

'Don't play stupid house, it doesn't suit you, you know exactly what I'm referring to'.

'Ohhh the close encounter as I was making my way out of my seat, what can I say Cuddle Kins (cringe again) I'm a cripple, I needed someone to lean on to stop me from falling and losing my balance. You wouldn't begrudge a cripple using you for support; besides if I did topple and took you with me you'd have a great deal of padding to prevent me from injuring myself.' He smiled and allowed his eyes to flick back to her cleavage. 'Why do you care? 'his eyes looking up abruptly and locking with hers.

She stepped back, caught off guard at his question. 'I don't' she snapped, a little too harshly.

'Then why did you ask?' he looked at her for a moment, the silence stretching out between them. Cuddy paused, allowing her eyes to fall to the floor, then shaking her head, she huffed 'forget it' and turned.

'Don't think you can get away that easily, you get to ask twenty questions but I don't, you don't play fair'. He reached out to grab her arm but she snatched it back too quickly for him to get a proper grip, the momentum had him toppling forward, straight into Cuddy, bringing them crashing to the ground. .
'See' he said in a muffled voice as House's face was currently nestled in Cuddy's cleavage, 'brilliant padding.'
He rubbed his face back and forth across the skin on her chest.

Cuddy felt it burn and slapped him on the back, pushing him hard as she did so, so he rolled off of her onto the floor; she struggled to stand and brushed herself down.

'Err any chance you could help a poor cripple up, after all you did just pull him to the ground and proceed to try and suffocate him using your-'

'Don't push it house' she said as she reached out her hand and pulled him up roughly.

She handed him his cane and wrenched the door open; just before she left she glanced in the mirror then turned to House, door still in hand, and said in a loud whisper, which echoed a little too loudly 'you should bloody well hope these stubble burns don't show up in the low lighting, other wise you will have an extra 6 hours clinic duty' with that she rushed from the room and let the door slam behind her.

It was well worth it House thought as he stood there feeling slightly dazed for a moment. Shaking his head he grabbed the door and swung it open again.

A young man was standing there with a look of utter shock on his face as he watched Cuddy storm back to the bar. His eyes flicked to check the door again, (definitely the gents), and then rested on House.

House brushed himself down in the pretence of smoothing his shirt. He began to stroll back to the bar but as he past the boy he leant to the side and said with a wink 'what can I say, she's an animal'. He then continued on, leaving the young lad gazing, somewhat appraisingly, at House's retreating back.

House, currently formulating the next stage of his plan didn't notice as a young girl with long sleek straight hair stepping from the shadows, stubble burns? Cuddy, an animal? were whirling around in her head and Cameron watched as House made his way back to the table. She proceeded to follow with a heavy heart and the look of fire in her eyes.

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