An: OK, I don't know what the hell happened before, it uploaded the same chapter. Wierd. Guess what, I have a new chapter. Yes, yes, you all are overwhelmed with gratitude, but even better, [H]ouse/Huddy starts in 10 days. Squeal! Enjoy. Oh! Yeah.

Disclaimer: ...What more do you need, right there in the word.

House's plane landed at 6, it was 5:58. Cuddy was so excited, she hadn't seen her fiancee in 4 months. That was 4 months too long for her, the plane landed. Since she was so short, Cuddy stood on one of the chairs to see over the crowd. She didn't care how stupid she looked, House was coming home!

It wasn't hard to find him, he was 6'1. "Greg!" Cuddy jumped off the chair and sprinted.

House just got off the plane, he looked at his bag strap, and adjusted it. At hearing his name, House thought, Lisa! His head snapped up. His college sport had been lacross, but the way he ran through the crowd, you would have thought it was football. Cuddy jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist. Even though she had a grip worthy of a python, House wrapped one arm around her lower back, and one across her shoulder blades.

They didn't break the kiss for a minute and a half. When they did, Cuddy closed her eyes, resting her forehead on his. "I love you."

House sighed, "I'd almost forgotten what that sounded like. I love you."

"You have a beard." Cuddy noticed.

"Yeah, I was busy, and the only person that I care about impressing was in the United States. I guess I should stop waiting for Sean Connery. He's just so damn pretty."

"I like it. Can we go home? I haven't had you in 4 months. That's along time forme. An hour is along time for you. 4 months must have been torture."

"God I love you, but I have to get my stuff, and your expensive French boots."

"Ooo! Let's go! Hey! What are you doing?" House had started to let go of her.

"You want me to carry you? Did you get lazy while I was away?"

"I told you, you were gone for months. And like the way this feels," Cuddy added in a whisper, "I can tell you do too."

"I missed you." He excused.

When House and Cuddy got home, they didn't look in his bag, or even come out of their room for three hours. The first time, they didn't even make it to the bedroom.

They lay panting in bed, Cuddy rolled on her side, and put her hand on his chest. House smiled. "Again? Alright."

He pulled her ontop of him, "No. I think that's enough for right now. Can I have my expensive French boots now?"

"Ugh, you're just using me. Sex and French boots. Is that all I'm good for?"

"Hey, you use me for sex." Cuddy countered.

"Yeah, but I'm a guy. That's all we think about, I'm pretty sure it's a rule."

"I'm going to make some sandwiches. You gave me a workout." She kissed his chest.

"That's also what we think about." He added as she got off of him, "Food."

"Well, you are in luck. What kind of sandwich do you want?"

House cocked his head, "Please come to work like this tomorrow."

Cuddy put on a robe. "Sorry, I think people might object."

"None of the guys would. On second thought, come in jeans and a turtle neck."

"What kind of sandwich?"

"Turkey please."

Cuddy put her ring back on, and went into the kitchen, she had her House back. "OK, turkey." She told herself. "A lot of turkey. Mustard?" She called.

"Yeah," House put his hands on her hips. "Why are you so good to me?"

"Cause you're good to me." When Cuddy turned around, she frowned. "I disaprove this outfit."

"If you take off the robe, I'll take off the jeans."

"Deal." She gave him a quick kiss, and turned her back to him. "If you want me to make your sandwich, go lay down. Strip first."

House kissed the back of her head, then slapped her ass. "Get it done woman!"

Cuddy smiled, he was rude, abrasive, idiotic, and didn't give a damn about anyone. But he cared about her, and he was her abrasive idiot. Cuddy put the sandwiches on a big plate. "Two turkeys for you-"

"And half a PB&J? No, you're eating half of one these." House frowned, "You still have a robe on."

"Do you still have pants on?"

"No. I follow rules. Most of the time."

"You're under the covers. And you never follow rules."

"I do when they involve nudity." He pulled his fiancee onto his lap.

"Eat, then we can have sex."

"M'kay." House said with a mouthful of turkey.

Cuddy slowly opened the Dean's door. "You wanted to see me, Dr. Taylor."

"Yes, I did. I wanted to ask your opinion on something. I'm retiring you see. And I wanted you to help me find a replacement."

"Sir, I don't know that I'm qualified to help you make that decision."

"I think you are, this will impact you. I have a person in mind. She's proffessional, hardworking, and has a good relationship with, I could swear, everyone. She is a little young though, this job might be somewhat overwhelming at first."

"Who is it?"

"You, Dr. Cuddy."

"Me? I-I. Are you sure you don't want someone more experienced?"

"Dr. Cuddy," Dr. Taylor walk around his desk, smiling. "You have done more for this hospital in the last few months, than some doctors have done in years. Granted, that may have been because you were suffering from separation anxiety, but if you can keep up the good work, you have the job." Cuddy stood there, stunned. "Dr. Cuddy? A simple nod of the head would be acceptable."

Cuddy nodded. "Taylor, my boss wants something stupid. So I'm here to ask for something dangerous that proves him wrong." House said as he opened the door.

"You'd also have to be able to say no to him." Dr. Taylor told Cuddy. "What do you need?"

House looked at Cuddy, "I need to cut off the top of her skull. It's all in there." House handed the file to Taylor. While Taylor read the file, House mouthed, What does he want?

Later. Good news. Cuddy mouthed back.

"Lisa, why did you admit me?" House had come in complaining of leg pain, he had been sent home and told to rest. When that didn't work, Cuddy told him he was being admitted.

"Because I said so." She pushed him back on the bed. "Lay down."

"You should go work in legal with Stacy. The hospital would never lose a case. Can you bring my bag from home?"

"Which bag?"

"The brown one, it has a bunch of books in it. You know, I think the bag may weigh more than you."

"Shut up." Cuddy said as she walked out of his room towards the elevator.

"Yeah, he's only here cause his girlfriend's about to be the new Dean." Cuddy heard one nurse say.

"Have you not seen the rock she wears? He popped the question, they might be married."

"When'd she start wearing it?"

"Ever since I can remember."

"How are they not married?"

"I don't know. He probably doesn't really want to marry her."

Cuddy walked up from behind them, "Hello, ladies." She said pleasantly.

"Good morning Dr. Cuddy."

"Do either of you have problems with Dr. House being here" She asked in an ice cold voice.

"No, ma'am."

"Good, maybe you two shouldn't gossip when you know next to nothing about the subject. Have a nice day." Cuddy turned on her heel and marched away.

"She's kind of scary." She heard one nurse say.

Cuddy set the bag on House's bed. "Medical journals. Really? That's what you want to read?" She started looking through them. "Some of these aren't in English."

"Do you want me to read them to you? I'll speak French." He scooted over and patted the bed. She smiled and laid down next to him. After wrapping his arms around her, subconsiously letting the world know that she was his, he began to read the journal. A few pages in he stopped. "Muscle cell death! That's what it is. I have a blood clot, and I need to have it removed."

"Greg. That could wash all kinds crap back into your system."

"You want me to amputate? It's not even bad yet Lisa."

"...I'll book an O.R."

"Ah!" House was screaming in pain, the damage was worse than he had anticipated. It wasn't as bad as it could have been though.

Cuddy gently squeazed his hand to let him know she was still there, he answered with a squeaze so hard, it felt like something was constricting her hand. "Greg, it's not getting better."

"It's only been a day." House swallowed hard. "We have to give it more time."

"You shouldn't be in this much pain." Tears were filling her eyes. "Give me one reason you can't live without some muscle."

"I won't be able to lift you." He to smile, "I know you love that."

"I don't care if you can't lift me, I just want to have you."

"Lisa, please. I can't. Just a little more time. Please." Cuddy kissed his forehead. "Don't leave." House said.

"I'm going to give you morphine so you can sleep. I swear I'll be here when you wake up." She injected the morphine, within moments he was asleep. Cuddy walked outside to where Stacy was waiting, they had become good friends over the years.

"How is he?"

"He's in a lot of pain." Cuddy put her fist to her mouth. "He won't let me do anything, Stacy. He won't let me help him."

Stacy hugged her, "Lisa, he's going to be fine. Do you think he will let this beat him?"

Cuddy laughed, "No."

House woke up a few hours later, Cuddy asleep in a chair next to him. "Lisa!" He said, "Lisa wake up!"

"Hm?"

"The pain is starting to subside. It hurts like hell, but it's better."

It took Cuddy a moment to regester this, "Oh my god!"

"Now I get to keep my leg. Guess I was right."

"Is this really the time for that?"

"Yes, I like being right."

"Normally I do too, but I'm glad I was wrong."

It took a little over a week for the pain to go completely away. House and Cuddy were getting ready to go home, it was night, and Cuddy started as Dean in the morning. House insisted that they take the stairs, and when the got to the balconey above the main entrance, House stopped.

"Everyone that's still here, pay attention!" He shouted to the few remaining people in the loby. "I'm leaving with full use of my leg, and I plan to celebrate by going home, making love to my sexy fiancee while holding her against the wall, and then I'm going to eat a sandwich!"

"You are so lucky no one can see my face. And your leg isn't strong enough to hold me up. Maybe next week."

When they got to the car, House asked. "Why haven't we done that yet?"

An: Um, just so you know, Byrce isn't Stacy's last name, I made that up. I think in the next chapter, House meets you know who. Sorry if Cuddy getting the job seemed stupid, I don't know how these things work.