.:Flashback:.

'I can't believe you told everybody that I've slept with you! I mean, seriously, what is your problem? First you run into me, spilling your damn coffee on me, yell at me and then tell everyone we're having an affair?'

She was ranting senseless, stupid stuff and Lisa Cuddy only did that when aggravated. The source of her anger however was nowhere close to providing her with an answer.

Gregory House, she found out his name from her roommate, was smirking back at her, sitting on a wooden table outside the lecture hall, casually leaned back on his forearms. She huffed and threw him some brown grocery bag, glaring at him angrily.

'Whatever House, it's not like this is gonna be gossip forever. I've washed your stupid sweater. Bye!'

She turned on her heels and stomped/ sashayed away and House was seriously amazed that a woman her age could sashay, it made her all the more interesting to him and he wondered if he could get her to turn back around. He chuckled to himself, finding that he was intrigued in someone her age group. Jumping off the table gracefully he grabbed his rucksack and jogged after her, slinging his arm over her shoulder heavily once he ran up with her.

'You know darling, I can make anyone on campus believe that you fell for me. Actually you can admit it to me, I'm used to it, really.'

He wriggled his eyebrows before all the air swooshed out of his lungs by being hit by Lisa's fist. She pushed him back and made him lose his footing so he landed on his bum.

'Leave me alone or I'll make everyone believes you pressured me into something, mister hot shot grad student.'

House gaped. No girl had ever had the guts to be that way with him. None, ever. Which made him feel much more inclined to drive her, Lisa Cuddy, insane. He watched her leave this time though, fearing that if he drove her too far he'd be ending up as the suture specimen for tonights suture lessons.

Three days later Cuddy had found a wrapped package on her desk. When she opened it she found a black, lacy bra in it. Staring down at the package horrified, Lisa closed the lid again and whirled around to her roommate.

'Janice? Who gave you that?'

' 't was already here when I came in, thought you left it in a hurry this morning.'

With shaking hands Cuddy opened the lid once more, looking for a card or some sign of the freak who left this. Her finger caught the edge of some paper, she grabbed it and resealed the box as fast as possible.

It was a Starbucks coffee shop card and suddenly it dawned on her who send her the lacy underwear. Face flushing with anger and embarrassment she let out a growl.

'I can't believe this guy!'

On the back of the card his handwriting suggested she'd buy him coffee there while they met and if she preferred, which he definitely did, she could wear the black underwear for the meeting. With no intention of going she put the package under her bed, if he wanted it back he had to get it, she definitely wouldn't accept any of his presents.

Two weeks later Lisa had almost forgotten the incident. Her fellow students had stopped talking about the rumors and the girls had stopped asking her if it was true that she went out with famous Gregory House and if he really was that good.

It was almost like the whole thing hadn't happened and she was relieved, hoping he'd found another victim to harass. Lisa had enough stress without him, still somehow she wondered if he had really been waiting at the café for her. Pushing those thoughts away with a shrug of her shoulders she put the key to her dorm room in the lock and twisted. It had already been open.

'Wondered when you'd get here, usually you don't take that long from dining hall to your dorm.'

Lisa shrieked loudly and dropped her bag but before she could run, his hand pressed the door close.

'WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!'

.:Flachback end:.

'You broke into her dorm room and made it out alive?'

Wilson wore a fake puzzled expression on his face which House matched with his own.

'What else should she have done than succumb to my charms?'

A snort ripped from the oncologists throat, making people in the cafeteria turn, staring at him for a second before going back to their food. House looked mildly hurt and annoyed and stole another frie of Wilson's plate.

'You wanna tell me that was the start of your friendship? Breaking into her room?'

'Well it needed a little more persuasion, not much though!'

' Actually he went out of my room with a red hand print on his cheek and needed another semester to really befriend and not just annoy me.'

'Why do you always have to rain on my parade Cuddy?'

House half turned to her, squinting upwards with a raised brow.'

'I always pulled you back to the ground of truth.'

She smiled and sat with them, handing him a sandwich, slapping his hand as it snuck out to get another of Wilson's fries. House sighed dramatically and unpacked his Reuben, smiling when he saw she remembered that he hated pickles.

'So let me get this straight: You hated his guts, but ended up being friends, just like that?'

House smirked, puffing his chest out in a I'm-the-man-way while Cuddy just rolled her eyes.

'House practically drove me insane. Followed me around, waited in front of my lecture halls, tried to sit next to me at meals and in the library. Someday I guess I just caved.'

She gave a nonchalant shrug and then turned her head, remembering the times they had shared, the way he drove her to her limits just to make her relax the next moment.

'Yea until I had to leave we've been the duo infernale.'

House looked over at her and the ghost of a smile passed his lips, making Wilson wonder just what they had gone through at their University days.

'Back then...where you two already...you know?'

Cuddy chuckled and House just took a big chunk out of his Reuben.

'No more story telling today little Jimmy, Mommy and Daddy are eating.'

They sat in silence for awhile, House reminiscing, Cuddy reading through a file she brought and Wilson wondering. Cuddy was the first to leave after she ate her salad and drank her water, reminding House of his clinic duty and Wilson to hand in the evaluation sheets, drawing an almost growl from James.

'So whats with the Stacy thing?'

'Nothing.'

'You want to tell me you just forgot?'

Sighing bored, House crumbled up his napkin and violently threw it onto his plate.

'She knows about Cuddy and me, wasn't pleased and told me this wasn't over yet.'

'And you call that nothing?'

Wilson was exasperated, the guy had nerves he had to give House that. Stacy Warner was known as a Pitbull in court, who got what she wanted, in real live she must be even more scary. Still Greg kept looking bored out of his mind, turning his head to a child who stuck his tongue out at him and returning the favor.

'I don't care, thats what makes the difference Jimmy. I simply don't care.'

'You might be secure in this, pain free, it's not you I'm worrying about tho. I think about the damage Stacy could inflict in Cuddy.'

House's fist clenched almost painfully, his head snapping up gazing intently at the younger man across him, fear etched on his features. His mind was reeling, Wilson was right, it was all about tactics. If Stacy knew he didn't care then she would search for the weak link. And that was still Lisa.

Whoa uploaded all the recent chapters today. I'll try to update as soon as possible. Hope you enjoyed till now.

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