Hey all!

Life has been crazy these last weeks, I'm sorry it takes me forever to update (especially the sequel to Maybe Baby I've started, but I'll get to it very soon). This is the drabble second to last to this series. It's set in Airborne (03x18) - well, before the actual episode (and a little after). Except what happens in this one-shot, everything else is similar to the episode.

I'm pretty happy with how it turned out, I hope you like it too! Feedback is much appreciated :)

9. Travel to somewhere new.

House peered over her shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of what was in her hand. She slightly turned her head toward him, watching his reaction. She saw him nod slowly before he turned his gaze to the other postcards exposed in front of them.

"What's the difference, anyway? They are all the same and he'll love anything you pick," he complained when he couldn't decide which one he preferred. Cuddy put the card back to its place and tilted her head to the side.

"I know," was the sole response he received before she moved to another aisle of the tiny library, leaving him behind her. House sighed, but followed her anyway.

"This," he said, pointing at one of the postcards.

Cuddy took it to take a close look to it. She examined it; it showed the city by night: the skyscrapers and the many buildings, the attractions, the monuments, and the sea that was also visible in the background, were all illuminated by the many lights of the town.

"I was thinking about something more exotic," she eventually said, furrowing her brows.

"Well, this is the only place we actually visited," he said, shrugging.

He saw her flinch at his words. "I never get to visit,'' she sighed. She immediately regained composure and turned to face him. "Guess we're taking this one then," she said. And she went to the cash box.

"There is still time to visit," he said when they were out of the store, somewhat awkwardly suggesting they went to visit the area.

Cuddy looked at him, amused. "We don't have a guide. The city's so big! We'll spend more time looking for the way than actually visiting," she replied, lightly shrugging and walked down the street beside him.

"We have five hours to kill before we have to go to the airport," he countered. "A hop on-hop off sightseeing bus tour is the best option if you want to see everything in a short time."

House smirked when she turned to him in shock. "Let's find one."

He hardly swallowed a laugh when she entered the bus, ignoring the cane he was holding for her to climb to the roofless deck of the bus.

"Hilarious," Cuddy said as she took a seat next to him.

For the next three hours, they listened to the guide speaking through the microphone and admired the views he was describing. House would occasionally add a comment about a specific monument or randomly throw in an information about what they were seeing that the guide haven't mentioned. She listened carefully to what he had to say, wondering what else she didn't know about him.

"See something you like?" he asked from behind her.

She turned completely to face him, her eyes anchored in his.

"Yes," she said, maintaining the eye contact.

Just when his lips curved to form a smirk, she waved the rectangular carton paper in front of him and grinned. He took a closer look at the postcard that showed a bus similar to the one they'd been in and the city in the background and raised his eyebrows at her. Her grin only grew wider.

"Alright," he said, half-chuckling.

Back at the hotel room, they each busied themselves writing a postcard to Wilson – as Cuddy insisted. She put the final touch to hers and turned to watch House. He was sitting on her bed, facing her, and very concentrated on his task. Cuddy leaned forward to take a glimpse on what he was writing and her adoring smile faded into a roll of her eyes.

"'The weather is beautiful. I'm eating well (and Cuddy).' Really?" she said, exasperated.

"Like he's going to believe that," House defended himself.

"Well," she admitted, leaning further more toward him and kissing him lightly on the mouth. "I'll get ready."

"We still have time," he said suggestively.

As she watched her watch, she realized he was right.

A little less than twelve hours and quite a scare later, they finally landed in New York.

"I've got it," Cuddy said to the air hostess, smiling politely as she took control of the wheelchair and walked past her.

She hated it – God, she did - , but she couldn't help but feel the pound of jealousy in her chest whenever a woman was getting a little too close to him. Most of the time, and due to their relationship being secret for the moment, she had to suck it up and accept that women were attracted to him.

"Shut up," she commanded. She could hear him think and his smile only confirmed her thoughts.

"She wasn't serious about that," was all he said as a response. "Women won't stick around a man they need to push in a wheelchair to get out of an airport."

"I will."

"I'm disabled. You know that, right?" He looked up at her and just then she realized how vulnerable the man before her was.

"I think I've figured."

"You don't get it –

"I love you. Disabled or not." She let the words sink in before she continued, "Are you breaking up with me, House? Because if not, we have four hours to kill before our next plane."

House only nodded, he didn't trust his voice to speak up.

"Way to end a trip…" Cuddy murmured, heading them to the exit door.

The End.