Hi all!

I was making a list of the works I still had in progress to - try - finish them before I start something new (lol) and thought I'd start with this one. After this drabble, there will be two left and the series will be complete. I'll try to get it finished by the end of the year (a girl can dream). Thanks for the support you show my stories, it really means a lot to me.

I'll leave you with this one, it's set in Humpty Dumpty. Enjoy!

8. Sing stupid songs.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,

All the ...

House stopped humming the lyrics of the song when Cuddy gave him that life threatening look of hers that turned him on and scared him at the same time. He raised his eyebrows at her, his gaze innocently questioning.

"You'll never let me live it down, huh?" she sighed, pressing the floor button. She rested her eyes on the closing doors of the elevator, her arms defensively crossed over her chest.

"I don't know what you're talking about," House retorted, fighting back the urge to whistle the melody of that stupid song.

"Can we do that later? I'm not exactly playing now." She refused to look at him.

... horses and -

"Stop with that stupid song if you value your life," she cut him off.

He knew she wasn't in the mood - God, he knew she wasn't. But he couldn't help it. Teasing her was a close next to the Vicodine on the list of his addictions - and he had some addictions. But House knew the limits and he knew when to stop, so he stayed silent. He looked at her, almost adoringly. There was something soft in her when she let her vulnerability show that made things to him. He watched her determined frame, her impeccable appearance, the confident look on her face and a smile curved his lips; he knew better.

"At least put him together again," Cuddy spoke again, finally casting him a look. He saw the worry, the trust she put in him and made it his personal mission to save Alfredo - perhaps more than he usually did.

He gave her a quick nod and, with that, he stormed out through the opening doors of the elevator.

All the horses and all the king's men,

Couldn't put Humpty together again,

Humpty ...

Cuddy stopped humming the lyrics of the - oh, damned - song when House entered her office. But it was too late, she knew he had heard the now familiar melody. She sighed. If she had a slim chance of him letting her live it down, now she's ruined it. And his smirk only confirmed her fears.

"But the Great Diagnostician, patched him up again!" House sang, trying to somehow match the rhythm of the original song.

He waited for the reaction he knew would have. She put on her annoyed look. He grinned.

"Don't get offended. I'd gladly add 'with the help of his Boss' but it's already hard enough to keep up with the rhythm," he added, walking up to her desk and letting his body heavily fall onto one of the chairs. "However, you did a great job, Dr. Cuddy," he pointed out dramatically as not to hurt her feelings.

She gave him a knowing look, her features softer and a bit more relaxed. She was glad, relieved to hear it from him and the use of her title made her heart full with pride. Although he made it sound ironic, she knew when he was sincere; from how he avoided her gaze for a second, playing with his cane between his legs, the little hesitation in his voice, and the almost unnoticeable smile that he quickly covered with a smirk.

"I'm sure there is enough space for me," she said, playing along. They looked defiantly at each other for a moment. Cuddy put her elbows on her desk and leaned forward, waiting for his reply. Instead, he gave her a slight smile and got up. And she was fine withe that answer.

"I should stop with that stupid song, huh?" he said mockingly before he made his way to the door. She almost, almost, believed he'd let it slip that time.

Cuddy couldn't help herself but hum the song again. As she switched off the lamp on her desk, she knew it'd stick with her all night.