Okey kokey, this is the last chapter, and sorry to people to hate really long author's notes, as I have a few things I feel must be said.

Firstly, thank you to everyone who reviewed me. You were all so nice! As a present to you all, I'm planning to write a shamelessly Huddy one shot next. Should be posted in the next few weeks.

Next, (sorry to plug my own work, I don't do it too often, I hope) I have written a scene called 'motivation'. I'm actually working on a whole script, and I posted 'motivation' as a taster to see what people think. Unfortunately, I've only had the one review, and so I'm still not sure. I would be so grateful if you would take the time to R&R it. It's short and Huddy!

Lastly, this chapter is longer than most, as I have added a bit of normal story to the end. Thought it needed it.

Lisa and Greg,

Sitting in a tree…

Lisa smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She was happy. It was six o'clock in the morning, she had had barely any sleep, there was a snoring heap in her bed, and she was completely happy. Well, as completely as she could expect to be. House was still a snarky, commitment phobic bastard, who seemed determined to follow a path of self-destruction and lose both of their jobs on the way, but ignoring all of that, she was feeling very content.

There was only one problem and that was that once again, she couldn't get that stupid song out of her head, but even that wasn't bothering her too much. Anyway, she had heard House humming the same song at several points this week, and his version had wormed its stubborn way into her mind.

Doing what they shouldn't be…

She wasn't going to think about that. Technically she probably shouldn't be doing it, but there was no specific rules saying that they mustn't.

Begins with 'S'…

It's not like anyone would guess, anyway. She and House were hardly going to act very differently around each other at work. She would be disappointed if they did.

Ends with 'X'…

She heard a sigh from House and smiled again. She wasn't going to worry about that now. Instead, she was going to walk to work with a spring in her step, and a stupid grin stretched across her face when she though no one was looking.

Oh my God, it must be sex!

It was going to be a good day.

HMD HMD HMD

Cuddy and House,

Sitting in a tree…

House awoke to hear Cuddy humming in the bathroom. It was that song again; that damn tree song. He stretched lazily in her sheets and let the sound wash over him. He had a day off today - that meant that he should probably go home, and lie about at his own house, but with Cuddy at work, he was hardly going to pass up the chance to snoop around her house all day. Cuddy's humming stopped as she left the bathroom and made her way to the front door.

K-I-S-S-I-N-G…

Speaking of, he really should go kiss her goodbye and tell her to have a good day or something, but that wasn't really…him. It was probably best that she understood that now, if this was going to be a regular occurrence.

First comes love…

That wasn't to say that he didn't care or that he had any regrets. Contrary to losing anything from admitting his feelings and sleeping with her, he had simply become even more drawn to the idea of 'them'.

Then comes marriage…

He heard her unlock her front door, and then pause. Silently, he counted down in his head. 5…4…3…2…1… "I'll see you later then, House…?"

There was a hint of a question to her voice. House was glad – she was not hoping for too much. He didn't want to disappoint her. Cuddy was one of those women who should have 'for keeps' stamped on her forehead.

He waited until she was almost out of the door before calling, "Yeah."

As though it was happening in front of him, he saw her smile slightly and leave the house.

Then comes Lisa pushing a baby's carriage!

House flopped heavily back onto the pillows. For a moment, the panic of 'what have I gotten myself into?!' descended onto him, but it passed fairly swiftly. Take it one day at a time.

And, for God's sake, don't think about babies.

HMD HMD HMD

Lisa and Greg,

Sitting in a tree.

Clearly it is meant to be!

Cuddy unlocked her front door. It had been a long day, and she was tired, but she was still smiling. The best bit of the day had definitely been her conversation with Wilson. He had come to her office to discuss his latest worry about House. Apparently, House had been showing an interest in other people's love lives that was bordering on unhealthy. Wilson was wondering if Cuddy knew anyone mad/stupid enough for them to somehow set her up with House, and take his mind off everyone else's business.

Cuddy had very solemnly nodded, adding sighs and tuts in appropriate places, whilst desperately trying not to laugh. She had managed to discourage Wilson from the idea, claiming that House would see easily through any ploy that they tried. Even now, the memory made her laugh.

She hung her bag up and threw herself onto the sofa. She was just trying to decide whether or not to call House, when she realised that there was some one else in her home. She could smell food.

She nervously followed the smell to the kitchen.

House was leant against her worktop, eating what was definitely the pasta salad she had been saving for tomorrow's lunch.

HMD HMD HMD

House looked up from his food. Cuddy seemed relieved that he wasn't a murderer or a burglar.

"House, have you been home yet?"

He shook his head. "Why would I? You have such a pretty house. And besides, I can make all the mess I want here, with minimum repercussions."

Cuddy snatched the salad away.

"I'm sure that you've done plenty of snooping, so there's no way that you didn't find the takeaway menus. Would it have killed you to pick up the phone and order something?"

"No, but the cholesterol in that crap would have."

"House, you eat nothing but crap."

House smirked. She was the hottest person in the world, his banter partner, and now his girlfriend. Life was good.

Lisa and Greg,

Sitting in a tree.

Clearly it was meant to be.