An: Two updates in one day. Not bad huh? So, here's the deal, I've got good news, and bad news. Bad news, there is only one chapter after this. Good news, it's heeeeeeeella long. Like, longer than any of these. So, enjoy this chapter. And by the way, I still don't own [H]ouse, =(

"Ugh, I don't want to be Dean anymore!" It had been Cuddy's first week on the job, at first she like that everything moved fast, then she realized everything moves fast. She had plopped on the bed, House put his hands on her shoulders, and started to kiss her neck and shoulders. Not trying to turn her on, just trying to relax her. It was doing a little of both.

"Think about all the things you'll do as Dean."

"Like what?" Cuddy asked pouting.

"Well," House picked her up off the bed. "I can still do that."

This didn't get the response he wanted, "I already did that. Besides, that wasn't when I was Dean."

"OK." He sat back on the bed with her sideways in his lap. "You are going to keep the hospital running smoothly-"

"How is that a good thing? That's a lot of pressure."

"I know you can do it, you're too anal and controling for it not to happen. Which I love." House's compliments didn't always come out as compliments. "And I will always be here to help you." He started kissing her neck again.

Cuddy closed her eyes, then realizing what he was doing, said, "You're not getting any."

House fell back on the bed, "Aw." He sat there for a few seconds with his eyes closed. Cuddy laid on top of him, and started nibbling his earlobe. "I thought you said I'm not getting any?"

"Yeah. Then I remembered what a crappy day I had, and what I stressful things I have to do tomorrow."

House opened his eyes, and rolled over, so he was on top. "Allow me to destressify."

Cuddy was so happy, she was in her new house, with her House, she had been Dean of Medicine at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital for 2 years, with no major disasters, her fiancee was one of her doctors, he had just convinced her to open a Diagnostics department, and they were getting married in 7 months! But there was one thing that was bothering Cuddy. She was convinced that it shouldn't bother her, they hadn't talked about it in years, and she wasn't even sure if he still wanted to do it. But she wanted what she wanted.

Cuddy was standing in front of the mirror, House was on the bed reading some medical journal in, Dutch or something. Cuddy never could remember all the launguages he spoke, "I want to make little House babies with you!"

House tilted his head from behind the book, smirking. "I love the way you phrased that."

Cuddy's cheeks burned, turning to look at him she said, "Sorry."

"Do you really want to?" He asked, studying her face.

Cuddy sat on the bed next to him, "Yes."

"OK."

"OK, like 'yes' OK, or 'OK' like 'I understand you want to have a baby'?"

"OK like 'yes, I want to make little House babies with you.'"

"Oh my god!"

House set the book on his nightstand, and pulled Cuddy against him. "I think we should get started."

Cuddy smiled. "I can't," He slid his hand under her shirt to her bra. "I have a board meeting tomorrow morning." She continued, grabbing his hand. "I can't...I'll be exhausted...in the morning." House was blowing in her ear, and rubbing his lips where her shoulder met her neck. He quickly discovered that having a beard was a good idea for when he wanted to turn her on. "God damn you!" Cuddy exclaimed as she pulled him on top of her.

"Why did you make me come here?" House whined. Cuddy had made him go to a medical conference in Louisiana, by himself.

"Because, the hospital needs good publicity and you have managed to piss off nearly everyone in medicine." Cuddy told him in a duh tone.

"And I should be punished for their idiocy and lack of a sense of humor?"

"Then let's try this reason. Because I said so."

"Oh, it makes sense now... I miss you."

"It's been one day...I miss you too. You can't tell anyone though. I can't show weakness. Now go play nice with the other doctors."

"God you're sexy when you're telling me what to do. What are you wearing?"

"Bye Greg." Cuddy hung up.

House smiled at his phone, he was watching everyone in the lobby, This is going to be a long boring weekend. House cocked his head, there was a guy pacing back and forth with a huge box. House casually walked by him. His name tag said Dr. James Wilson, Oncology. House looked at the box, Diamond Fairbanks.

Divorce attorneys. Tough break man. House looked at the clock, Damn, class time.

After an incredibly boring day of lectures and people talking to him, House went out for a drink. He ordered beer, and thought about how he had gone to two stupid things for a girl. Infact, he had gone to more than two things for the same girl. He was whipped and proud...silently. "Will you please stop playing that song?" House looked behind him, Dr. Wilson, sitting with quiet a few bottles in front of him, was talking to the guy at the juke box.

Five minutes later, that same guy played the same song. "Please, shut it off." Wilson said politely. "SHUT IT OFF!" He threw a bottle at a mirror, shattering it. While the oncologist looked stunned, everyone except for him and House, he knew Cuddy would kill him, started throwing bottles and glasses. A few drunk people started punching people.

James Wilson sat in a holding cell, a little drunk, in prision. He had been on edge since he got the divorce papers from his soon-to-be exwife, Samantha. He had thought that a drink would help relax him, but one drink led to another drink, and another, and a few more after that. James was usually patient and nonconfrontational, but he was sad and drunk. "James Wilson." The officer said as he opened the cell. "Your bail has been posted."

Wilson looked up and expected to see his wife, but it was the guy from the bar. He had been sitting in the corner, he'd looked sad too. "I took care of it Wilson." He greeted him with.

Is that Dr. House, the diagnostician from the conference? "Doc-House." When they were outside, it was morning, Wilson had spent the night in jail, the grumpy, yet some how excited doctor told him that he'd set him up with a lawyer, and he could get the charges dropped if Wilson paid for the antique mirror he broke. "Of course. Let me buy you lunch, or breakfast. Whatever happens to be appropriate for the time of day."

"Sorry, don't swing that way. I'm joshing with you," House assured Wilson, seeing the look on his face.

He relaxed, "Then let me buy you..."

House sighed, "Lunch."

"Then let me buy you lunch."

Wilson and House were in a resturaunt. Wilson was attempting to talk to House. He'd tried work, family, where he lived. Nothing. House's phone rang, "House."

"'House'? I don't get a 'hello'?"

House smiled, "Hi. What are you calling me about?" He said, pretending to be annoyed.

"To ask how the conference is going."

"Well, I'm coming home tomorrow. Lise, I can't talk right now."

"Why? Did you find someone else?" She joked.

"No, I made nice with another doctor."

"Wow. I didn't know you had it in you." She said teasingly.

"Bye."

"I love you."

"You too."

"What? 'You too'? No, you had better give me a 'I love you Lisa Cuddy.'"

"I love you Lisa Cuddy. Bye."

"Bye." House could practically hear her smiling over the phone, "Soon I'm going to be Mrs. House." She hung up.

House smiled at his phone, "Who was that?"

"My boss. Or fiancee. Whatever."

"She's a doctor. I know that name. Dr. Cuddy, right?"

"No. Dr. Pepper."

Wilson ignored this, "Dr. Cuddy. She's in Princeton?"

"Yeah. You heard of her?"

"She the youngest Dean of Medicine I know of."

House smiled at his food, "She always was an overachiever."

There's something to talk about. Her. Wilson thought. "Have you set a date? For the wedding I mean."

"Yeah. May 22." House laughed. "The day after her birthday."

Apparently there was a joke about her birthday or something. "Did you want to keep all the important stuff together?"

House smiled even wider, "She insists that the best time to get married is late May, or early June. She didn't want to make another important date out of an important date. My birthday isn't late or early enough in June for it to work. 'Duh, Greg'" He said impersonating his bride to be.

"Good luck. Marriage is tough."

"You married?"

"Recently divorced. I don't understand it. We never fight, we love each other. I don't know where it went wrong. Where I went wrong."

"You don't ever fight? Well, that's mistake number 1. Lisa and I fight all the time."

"And she's happy? You're both happy?"

"She must be pretty damn," A corner of his mouth went up, "She wants to become Mrs. House, and 'make little House babies'." House wasn't paying attention to Wilson. They must be really happy. Wilson thought.

"How long have you been together?"

"More than 6 and a half years."

"How many years have you been engaged?"

"More than six of them. That was another thing wasn't it? You and your exwife went on dates, you were together for a few years, moved in together for more than three months before you got engaged?"

"Yeah."

"And when you took her on dates, you made sure everything was perfect. That she would love what you were doing."

"Yeah." Wilson thought that in a relationship, caring how the other person felt, and making sure they were happy was how it was supposed to happen.

"And you waited a few dates before you slept together."

"What did you do?"

House counted on his fingers how his and Cuddy's relationship progressed. "First of all, we fight all the time." House smirked, "Except for when we need love. Which is quite frequently."

Wilson was amazed that House could talk about his sex life with a complete stranger, and totally at ease. Smiling, while he told Wilson where he went wrong. "How do you stay happy when you fight all the time?"

"We fight about stupid stuff. I guess we just like arguing, I think that's what attracts us. She's a babe don't get me wrong, but we like a challenge. And neither of us are shy, when we are bothered or pissed off, we pick a fight. Get it out. No fighting is actually worse than fighting about who took out the trash last."

"You've fought about that?"

"We've fought about whether or not the freeway was faster than taking a short cut I found. While we were in the car, and I was taking a left onto the freeway. Next, we didn't really go out. Except for when I took her to dinner after I came back."

"Where'd you go?"

"Back home."

"Why?"

"I got expelled. Any way, she jumped me on the first night we spoke."

Wilson nearly choked on his soup. "You mean... like... you started out-"

"Yes! Our relationship started out as a one night stand. Then I got expelled."

"If it was a one night stand. Why'd you come back?"

"She was driving me crazy. It took me a week before I couldn't stand not being with her. I decided I had to go back, but it took me another week before I could go back."

"What'd she say when she saw you?"

"'House'"

"Really?"

"Yes, I told you. One night stand, and everyone calls me House. And that was 6 and a half years ago. Another question. How long could you be away from your wife before you felt sick?"

"I don't know."

"That could be because you haven't been gone long enough," House mumbled. "What's the longest you've ever been away from her?"

Wilson exhaled slowly, thinking. "Six months."

"Did you feel like it was the worst time of your life?"

"No, I mean I missed her, but I've had worse."

"That's bad. You took too long to remember how long you'd been away-"

"You know exaclty how long-"

"Four months, one week, two days." Wilson was astonished. "It hurt every minute, and it hurt until she jumped on me at the airport. I said 'jumped on me'! Not 'she jumped me'." House clarified when Wilson looked shocked and impressed. "I want to go home." House whispered to himself.

Jokingly Wilson said, "Is it hurting?"

House looked at him, "If you ever meet her, you are not allowed to talk. Where do you live?"

"New York, but I might move."

"If you move to Plainsboro, look us up." Before Wilson could answer, House's phone rang. "Hello," He suspected it was Cuddy, but wasn't willing to say 'I love Lisa Cuddy' incase it wasn't.

"I realized, you are supposed to be listening to a lecture right now." Cuddy told him.

"But Mommy!" House whined.

"Go."

"How do you know I'm not there?" House challenged.

"If you were at the conference, you would be talking much louder."

"No, I can't fly home to service you!" House yelled. Making Wilson feel very uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, you are coming home tomorrow. You can service me then."

"You are making it very hard to not be hard."

"Is that doctor still there?"

"Yes." House smiled at Wilson.

"Stop trying to scare off one of the three people in the world that can stand you. Greg, he has stayed there for at least 10 minutes. What are you guys talking about?"

"What we do when our bitches get us down."

"Would you like me to me to make a ballon animal out of your penis?"

"Ha. If you do that, you don't get a baby."

"You got me. Now go listen to boring people talk. Bye."

"Bye." House looked at Wilson, "My mommy said I have to go to class."

House was walking to the hotel dining room, "House!" Wilson called. "You done packin' already?"

"Never unpacked."

"Where you going?"

"Dining room. Are you afraid I'll get lost?"

"No. It's just, you don't seem to like many people, and I thought you would get bored by yourself. I guess you could call Dr. Cuddy, if you were bored."

"If you want to buy me dinner, just say so."

Wilson smiled, he was bored, and House was refreshingly blunt. Also, House seemed like he needed something to take his mind off being in Louisiana while his fiancee was in Jersey. Wilson also needed something to take his mind off of Sam.

An: I thought Wilson desevered a lot of time =) He is just that awesome and we all know it. Important shizzle is happening in the next chapter. Obviously, I mean, the series finale doesn't have useless information. Salut mes amis.