Good day, my loyal and avid readers. This is the last chapter of the sequel. (I can't believe it's over already. insert sad face) Anyway, thank you for all your wonderful comments and being so dedicated in reading this story. :o) I hope you enjoy the last chapter and I hope it pleases you.


House hurriedly crossed the lobby of the hospital. Just as Wilson was departing from Cuddy's side, House spoke loudly. "Good morning! Oh, hey, Jimmy, you might want to stick around for this."

Wilson turned suspiciously. "What did you do?"

"I lost," House confessed, almost pleased with himself.

Cuddy spun quickly in his direction. "What?"

"You did?" Wilson asked.

"Yep." House gave a nod. "Last night."

"With who?" Cuddy demanded, her eyebrows drawn together.

"Well, now that bit of information wasn't part of our little bet conditions," House told her smugly.

Wilson looked to Cuddy, a small smile on his face. "Congratulations."

"Yeah, thanks." Cuddy's deflated tone gave her away, but neither House nor Wilson called her on it.

"Here." House pulled two one hundred dollar bills and extended them to Cuddy.

Cuddy found herself almost telling him she didn't want it. But, she shook those thoughts from her mind and took the money. "Thanks."

"Okay, then." House straightened his shoulders, a hand on his backpack strap. "I'm going to go... watch General Hospital."

"I'm going to go with him." Wilson tried not to seem too obvious in wanting the details from House.

"See you later," Cuddy offered to both of them and then headed for her office.

"You really had sex last night?" Wilson asked as he walked alongside of House as they made their way to the elevators.

House looked to Wilson. "Want me to go get the condom?"

"House," Wilson narrowed his eyes. He was looking for honesty.

"I called an old friend." House pressed the button for the elevator.

"And by friend, you mean..." Wilson knew what he meant, but he wanted a confession.

"We both know I wasn't going to win." House gave a shrug and stepped into the elevator once the doors slid open. "No use in dragging it out."

"I guess," Wilson half agreed and followed him in.


"Hey," House greeted as he stepped into Cuddy's office and shut the door.

"When did you do it?" She didn't stand from behind her desk, but her eyes were focused completely on him.

House frowned as he crossed the room. "I knew that's why you called me here."

"Before you came to me?" Cuddy asked. "After you left?"

House sighed and seated himself across from her. "What does it matter?"

"It'd be pretty disgusting if you came to my house after you were with her." There wasn't just anger in her voice, but threads of hurt mixed in as well.

"I was with her after I left you," House told her plainly.

Cuddy's eyebrows drew together. "Why did-"

"Aw, come on, Cuddy," House cut her off instantly. "Don't give me that. You knew as well as I did that I was about to crack."

"After six days?" Cuddy hissed and then frowned. "That's pathetic."

"What can I say?" House asked her. "I'm a heathen."

Cuddy sat up straighter, her professionalism returning to her. "You have Clinic duty."

"Why are you upset?" House was still in the conversation, not ready to switch over yet.

"I'm..." She flustered for a brief moment. "Not."

"Yes, you are," House replied.

"No, I'm not." Cuddy was much firmer in her denial this time around. "It was a silly bet and you lost, so I'm glad. After all the little battles, I won the war."

"Right," House agreed just to get her to shut up.

"Clinic," Cuddy commanded. "Now."

House raised himself to his feet. "I'm on my way, oh mighty prude."


"I'm living a nightmare," Cuddy muttered to herself as she shuffled slightly on the hardwood beneath her feet. She opened the door an inch.

"Let me in?" House asked her as politely as he could manage.

Cuddy sighed heavily and opened the door wider for him. House entered and moved straight past her, crossing into the living room. Cuddy shut the the front door and followed after him.

House had seated himself on her couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table. Cuddy walked by and knocked his feet down before sitting next to him.

House glared and set his feet back up on her coffee table. Cuddy folded her arms across her chest as she stared at him. She hadn't even had time to change out of her work attire and she was tired of playing this game with him.

"What do you want?" Cuddy asked him.

"I lied," House said simply.

"Big surprise there." Cuddy rolled her eyes in response. "About what?"

"The bet." House glanced quickly away from her.

"You lost earlier than yesterday?" Cuddy deadpanned.

"No." House shook his head, bringing his eyes to her. "I didn't lose at all."

Cuddy's eyebrows drew together. "What do you mean?"

"I only said that to make you think I lost," House confessed.

"Why?" Cuddy wasn't sure if she was feeling outrage, injustice, or something tamer. "Did you think I would go out and jump the first guy I saw, therefore rendering you the winner?"

"No." His eyes never left hers.

"Okay." Cuddy was confused now. "What are you getting at?"

"I was never going to do extra Clinic duty if I lost, so what does it matter if I said I did?" He asked with a shrug.

Cuddy was still suspicious and confused. "I have two hundred of your dollars."

"Which I want back," House replied.

"I don't understand what you're trying to do," Cuddy told him, shaking her head.

House placed a hand alongside of her face and brought her into a soft kiss. She kissed him back, tenderly, before pulling away.

Cuddy was shaking her head again. "We can't-"

"Wilson thinks I lost," House cut her off.

A realization crossed over Cuddy. "You only said that so I would sleep with you now?"

House was never going to admit it, but that was the truth. Cuddy was smart. She knew it was, in fact, the truth. He took the fall for the bet just so he could be with her now.

"That means you lost two bets in a row," Cuddy continued on when he didn't verbalize a response.

"Guess I could use some cheering up," House replied with a shrug.

Cuddy tried to conceal her smile. "Yeah. Maybe."

House kissed her again, this time deeper and with more passion. Cuddy engaged with him for a moment before she drew back.

"Bedroom." Her voice was almost breathless.

House smirked and picked up his cane while Cuddy stood to her feet. Cuddy took the cane from him and set it on the couch. She smiled as she took House's arms and he grabbed on to her as well, letting her support him. Cuddy led him out of the room and down the hall.

The pain in his thigh made him stop outside of her bedroom. Cuddy took it upon herself to press him against the wall and take charge for once. She reached a hand into his hair and pulled his head closer to her as she kissed him.

House's hands fell alongside of her ribcage and he smoothed them around to her backside before lowering them to the small of her back. House pulled his mouth from hers and let it wander over her chin and further down to the base of her neck, where he sucked hard at her skin. She let out a cry mixed with pain and pleasure.

"Bedroom," Cuddy repeated more desperately than she had meant to and tugged at the front of his button up shirt.

House moved along with her as Cuddy pushed her bedroom door open and pulled House into the bedroom with her.

"Guess we both lose," House whispered in her ear. His stubble grazed along her ear as his mouth moved to her neck again.

"No." Cuddy breathed out as she worked on getting his shirt off. "I think we both win."