Authors Note: Tsingtao beer is real existent.

To the Reviews:

glicine: Here as promised, I tried not taking too long I hope

huddyaddicted: I'm happy you enjoyed sweety, and thanks for all the steady commenting. And I would love to see the previous bedscenes too!! Sprawled out Greg House...yummy

chris-am: Thanks so much for the review you've left me. Ego Boost )

HotlipsPierce: Hehe note to self: Must find guy like him and never get outta bed again.

.: Flashback:.

Lisa Cuddy's head dropped on the book she had been reading, before she had fallen asleep. It was somewhere around twelve and she should've been in bed hours ago but she had been sick the week before and had to get some revising done to catch up.

A knock on her dorm room door made her jolt upright.

'What the...'

She wiped her face, trying to get the sleepiness out of her foggy brain while deciding if she just dreamed it had knocked. Another knock confirmed that she hadn't. Lisa scrambled to the door, pulling the blanket tighter around her to shield her from the October cold.

Cuddy looked through the peephole and groaned. It was her personal nemesis Gregory House on the other side of the door.

'C'mon open Cuddles. I come bearing Thai food.'

'House...it's in the middle of the night!'

'Yea and your light was still on. Still revising?'

Reluctantly she pulled the door open, blinking against the sharpness of the hall light.

'Fine. Come in but you better have some Kung Pao chicken and a Wan Tan soup in there.'

Clearing the table of her books Lisa made space for him to put the take out down.

'Where can you get take out at this time of the night?'

'I always tip.'

House waggled his brows at her and started setting up the containers, handed her chopsticks and then sat down, only to stand back up and get rid of the book underneath his ass. Frowning he read the titled.

'Diagnosing Auto-immun... the author is an idiot, he leaves out important information but thats just my thoughts.'

Lisa shot him a look, then frowned at the book too. It was an ok book, some extra reading for her lecture, still she had known House for two semesters now and when he said a book sucked than he was right with that.

'You could've told me that when I was borrowing it.'

He shrugged and dug into his fried noodles with duck with gusto, taking a huge gulp from his Tsingtao beer.

'So, caught up on the rest of your semester?'

'Mostly. I wanted to revise some Anatomy again, haven't done that last semester and I know they like to ask that in the finals.'

'Could happen. Go out with me tomorrow Night.'

Again! She had to give him that, he was persistent. Two semesters, he would ask her every week to go out with him, and each week she would decline.

'House, you know the answer to that. Why don't you stop asking?'

'Because you won't stop hanging out with me. If you were that serious and so against it you would simply quit seeing me.'

'I tried that. Right when you started harassing me. You wouldn't leave!'

'House, please don't. I have enough stress right now.'

The conversation ceased after that and House didn't ask again.

.: A Week Later:.

It was Friday once again. Another week had passed and another weekend was starting. Lisa walked out of the lecture hall with a slight jump to her step, feeling the pressure floating from her after seeing in the lecture that she was in the game again.

Once outside her gaze swept the grounds, searching for an all two familiar lanky frame usually just leaning against the entrance way to wait for her. House wasn't anywhere near though and Cuddy frowned. That was unusual. It was Friday, he was supposed to wait and ask her out. He never changed his routine.

'Hey Lise!'

Amanda, a friend and study group partner of hers put her hand onto Lisa's should and stopped her.

'Oh hey Amanda! Say have you seen House?'

'Oh...actually thats why I stopped you. Say do you guys have an argument or something?'

'What...no! Why?'

Amanda bit her lower lip intently, her eyes wandering back and forth between her and a spot over her shoulder. Cuddy turned and once more swept the lawns, what she found almost made her drop her books. Sure enough she found Greg House on the bench they usually sat at. Only that in his arms was some girl she hadn't seen before, intently hanging to every word he said to her.

Somehow Cuddy had made it back home before letting what she saw get to her. Throwing herself onto the bed she let her tears flow, not really knowing what was going on but definitely being thrown off by the pang of heavy jealousy she had felt when she saw Greg and that other girl.

.:Flashback end:.

Lisa smiled and turned the page of her old college scrap book. While House was still at the hospital solving the newest puzzle, Lisa had filed out as early as possible and went home, intent on her goal of relaxing. While she had searched for a book she had found this. Their History in pictures. She had to admit that she had forgotten she had this book, now she sat huddled in her plush armchair with a glass of red wine and enjoyed the assault of memories as she flipped page per page.

Half of the pictures had been made by House, who had gotten a camera from his mother to some Christmas and had used that as an excuse to make a picture of her and them at any moment possible. Later she would receive a picture via mail to her birthdays and Christmas, slowly making the book retell their story.

Back then the summer seemed endless. Days spend on the University lawns, learning together or just reading and arguing. Nights spend at bars, where House would sometimes play. Holidays spend together, reluctantly from her part, but now knowing that the times he wasn't there were the ones she had truly understood that even if she didn't want it, She, Lisa Cuddy, had become friends with the notorious Gregory House.

Her front door creaked open and a gush of freezing air made its way though her front hall and into her sitting room before the door was being shut close loudly. It made her shiver and pull the blanket tighter around her lithe frame. She heard his cane dropping, his curses and groans as he had to bend to pick it up, then rustling, probably his coat being hung. After that silence stretched into what seemed to be minutes but where probably only seconds.

Lisa put the scrapbook down on the pile of books on her florr, stood and made her way around her house, finding Greg in her kitchen.

'Hey...you solved the case?'

Houses shoulders slumped visibly before he shook his head softly. He took the whistling pot from the stove and poured the boiling water into two cups, the smell of Chai tea wafting warmly through the air.

Cuddy waited, knowing that comfort was only needed if he requested it. House finally turned to her, an air of tiredness around him.

'Guy coded, we couldn't get him back. Autopsy will tell us what it was.'

Greg handed her a cup with steaming tea and then took his own, following her to her living room.

'You wanna talk about it?'

'Not really. It's just annoys me that we didn't even get a chance to say: it's never Lupus!'

Sarcasm was a good defense. Or so House had learned.

'Heard you sneaked out early?'

'After doing over time the better half of the week. Wait what was it,...oh yeah that Law suit from a patient against my renegade Dr, who told said patient that he was too stupid to cheat on his wife and not get an STD and the crabs, while walking out into the waiting room, so that everyone including his wife and children, could hear it.'

Lisa snorted and rolled her eyes at him before taking her place in her armchair again. House however stood frozen to the spot, looking down at the pile of books, more specifically on the topmost book.

'Found it today.'

'Is that...?'

'Yea, the University time scrap book.'

She picked it up and held it to him, waiting for Greg to take it, he didn't.

'You kept them...'

It was no question, it was astonishment. He would've never thought that she would keep the pictures and even arrange them in a scrap book. Doing that took time and devotion. Thats why he could never bring himself to do it. So he send the pictures to her, for he couldn't keep them but neither could he destroy the oh so cherished memories.

'It were good times.'

The ghost of a smile passed over his features, his eyes glued to the leather bound book. Still he couldn't get his hand to grab it. Too many bad memories associated with the time he started sending her the pictures, getting rid of their memories in his apartment one by one, getting rid of her, for the sake of his relationship with Stacy.

She had never understood the filigree bond between him and Lisa, never wanted to understand nor tolerate the picture box she was never allowed to touch. Stacy had asked him a few times what he was looking through late nights whenever they had an argument, asked him, pleading even, to show her the pictures. So House had started sending them away, knowing that if he couldn't let go of Lisa and their past, he could never have Stacy and a future, still believing back then that that was all he wanted.

'At the beginning I wanted...to throw them away. But I never actually could bring myself to it. So I bought this.'

Lisa put the book back on the ground and sipped her tea, watching House shuffle to the other armchair, sitting down heavily.

She finished her tea in silence, knowing that was the best cure for him. Before she left for bed she dropped a kiss on his cheek.

'Don't stay up too long.'