Disclaimer: I DO NOT own House, and I don't know why anyone would think I do. The concept belongs to David Shore, and all its profits belong to FOX, NBC Universal, and their affiliates.

AN: So here's the second chapter. I tried my best to keep House in a balance of snarky/nice, but believe me, it was very hard to do. I hope you enjoy it and a review would be greatly appreciated.

Wilson sunk down to the ground, his back against the house. After a minute to calm down he hopped into his car and sped back towards the hospital. There was absolutely no way that this was happening...

Cuddy was lost in House's eyes (and vice-versa), both of them completely oblivious to what was going on just outside. "Now let me ask," said House, "are you actually feeling better?"

"Er... I think so. At least for the moment I do." House ran his fingers through her hair.

"So now what do we do?" Cuddy buried her face into House's chest.

"I'm fine with what we're doing right now thanks."

Meanwhile, Back at Princeton-Plainsboro...

"Have you guys seen House yet today?" asked Chase, putting his feet up onto the table.

"No," said Foreman, cleaning the white board. "He's just probably down in the clinic or something since we don't have a case."

"Yeah," Taub smirked, "House is definitely down in the clinic, working off all those hours he owes. Definitely." He pulled another chip out of the bag he was eating from. "Maybe we should go talk to Wilson, he'll know where he is." The team all stood up, and made their way over to the office whose door read: 'James Wilson, M.D.'

"He's not in here," said Chase, closing the door behind him.

"Thank you Captain Obvious," Taub snarled.

"Your welcome Sergeant Sarcasm," Chase replied, grinning.

"Hey-"

"Enough, enough, enough," said Foreman, waving his arms. "Wilson might be busy with a patient, let's just go talk to Cuddy." They made their way over to the elevator and soon enough they were walking into Cuddy's office, only to come to the same reaction as House had hours earlier. "Wilson? What are you doing here? Where's Cuddy?"

Wilson smirked at his inquiries. "When did House suddenly turn black?"

"Wha-"

"He was in here hours ago, practically the same exact words coming out of his mouth, though I believe there was a bit more cursing. To answer your questions: yes, I am Wilson, I'm here because Cuddy called in sick and asked me to cover for her, and she is at her house." He finally found the time to pull off his coat, seeing as he had just rushed in.

"But where's House," asked Taub, wanting to get back to not working.

"He's with Cuddy," Wilson sighed. "I asked him to go help her out since he didn't have a case and she's sick."

"Are you out of your mind?" burst out Chase, astonished at what was going on.

"I don't believe so, no."

"You sent House to go take care of Cuddy. House! What was going through your head? Cuddy could be dead for all we know with House there with her! How could you do something so stupid?" Chase finally calmed down, still breathing heavily.

"You should at least go check in on her," Foreman tried to reason.

"I already did actually. She's fine, but you'll never guess what happened...

"House?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm not cold anymore, I think I may actually be getting better." Cuddy unraveled the blanket off of her and let it fall to the floor. "You're a great doctor," she smirked. "I have absolutely no idea why all those people in the clinic file complaints about the way you treat them."

"Touché. I must say however that 99% of them don't come to me in pajamas and a bathrobe though," he smiled, tracing the multiple lines on her bathrobe.

"99%?"

"Don't ask, you really don't want to know..."

"Anyway, are you insinuating that I'm receiving special care?" she chuckled.

"I believe I may be."

"Well then," Cuddy said as she turned, placing her head into the crook of his arm, "what does this 'special' care include?'

"Hmmm..." said House, scratching his chin. "The special care package includes, but is not limited to: an unlimited coverage of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, special care against fevers, free relaxation of the muscles, and-" Cuddy had reached her hand up and covered his mouth with it. "Hmey! Tfis i'mt f'nny!"

"Last time I checked," she laughed, "it was." She removed her hand, which happened to be covered in saliva. "Ugh, House!" she groaned, wiping her hand off on his jeans.

"What did you expect? And hey, these are my good pair!" This comment led to bursts of laughter from both of them. "I've got a question, exactly how much better are you feeling? On a scale of 1-10 where would you be?"

"Uh... probably a seven, though if I start coughing again then maybe a six. I know I do feel good enough," she reached behind her and removed House's arm, then sat up onto her knees, "to do this." Cuddy leaned over into House, allowing her lips to meet his. She slowly opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to explore the tops of her teeth. The kiss continued, becoming more passionate, when finally House pulled back.

"Hold up, hold up, hold up, you're probably still contagious!" he said as he jokingly pushed her away. "If we keep this up you'll end up having to take care of me." Cuddy's face was in a look of shock.

"Wha- Are you fu-"

"Though, I guess there's a chance you're not contagious... I'm going to take that risk," said House, pulling Cuddy back towards him. "Besides," he whispered, allowing his lips to briefly brush Cuddy's, "you're a fairly good doctor right? You'll take care of me."

"Of course," she said smiling, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. Cuddy let herself fall back, pulling House along with her. House moved his leg over, pulling the other up onto the couch, and had both hands on either side of Cuddy's head. He lowered his head down, his nose touching Cuddy's, mouths just mere millimeters from each other. Their eyes met, pools of blue washing into each other.

"You up for some dinner?" House breathed, grinning.

Cuddy rolled her eyes and sighed, "Sure." House bounced up from his current position and got up heading towards the recliner, where at some point or other he had tossed his jacket to.

"Well let's get going! You should probably get dressed though, I mean I don't mind at all looking at you in your pajamas, but you shouldn't give that privilege to just anyone," he winked.

"I- I'll be right back." Five minutes later Cuddy returned wearing a nice pair of jeans, a plaid dress shirt, and a pair of flats. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail and she had on a twine bracelet with a few beads in it.

"Didn't I get you this?" House asked, grabbing her wrist and examining the bracelet. "At that one medical convention we went to?"

"Yeah, the one where you got into a fight with that rheumatologist about how unlikely lupus is and-"

"And Wilson hooked up with a transvestite!" they said simultaneously. Both House and Cuddy laughed at the memory of Wilson coming back to the bar with a highly disturbed look on his face.

"You kept it all this time," he marveled, lowering her wrist but still holding onto it. "Why? I don't even remember why I bought it for you."

"I liked the way it looks. Why else would I keep it?"

"No, I've known you too long," said House, shaking his finger. "There's got to be another reason why you kept this. Tell me."

"You just can't except the fact that I like it," Cuddy sighed, "Can you?"

"Nope. It does look really good on you though," he smiled.

"Thanks," she said softly. "Do you really want to know why I kept it?"

"Very much so." There was a look in his eyes, similar to that of a puppy waiting for you to throw a stick for it to fetch.

"Fine. I, Lisa Cuddy, kept this bracelet that you, Gregory House, gave to me, because I liked it."

"So you wanna play hardball eh? I can play that game."

"What are you tal-"

"Come on, let's go." He pulled the hand he had a hold of and led Cuddy out the door. They made their way down to where House had parked his car hours before.

"Um, House?"

"Yeah?"

"Where exactly are we going?" asked Cuddy as she clicked her seatbelt in place.

"Don't know. Any suggestions?" Cuddy shook her 'no'. "Oh, I forgot! I've got this app on the iPhone Wilson got me that has all these restaurants on it, directions to them, and the ability to make reservations!"

"Wilson has got you hooked on this iPhone thing, hasn't he?" she teased. "Well, what are our choices? You know what, I'm in the mood for The Olive Garden. That good with you?"

"Sure thing. Let me just find it on here... There! We're all set, the reservation is made, and now, if I remember right, it'll give us directions." House's face was lit up like a little kid on Christmas morning.

"That's great," said Cuddy, clasping her hand onto House's arm. "But first," she leaned over, reaching over, putting one arm around his neck and pulling his head down to her own, "We never got to finish what we started." Their lips met, the kiss more passionate than before. House tugged on her lower lip while Cuddy explored his upper row of teeth. They finally broke apart, gasping for oxygen.

"Now that was great," House grinned, the dimples that Cuddy loved making an appearance. She giggled at his statement and her face flushed beet red. "I've always loved it when you laughed like that."

"And I've always loved the dimples you get when you actually smile," she said as she put her hand up to his face and outlined them. "Now let's get going, I'm starving."

"Right-o boss." Their laughter echoed throughout the entire car as they drove off down the street.

Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital...

"So you're serious about this whole House/Cuddy thing?" asked Foreman. He, Chase, and Taub had all sat themselves in Cuddy's office, and had been listening to Wilson's account of everything that happened between their two bosses for the past hour.

"Yep. I have no idea how it's going to work, but I know what I saw."

"But do you thi-" DING!

"What was that?" asked Taub.

"It's just my phone," Wilson replied, "I must have a text message or something." He pulled out his iPhone, identical to the one he got House, and was astonished at the screen.

"Um, Wilson?" asked Chase. "You ok there?"

"Yeah I just... What time do you guys get off of work?" Foreman checked his watch.

"Right now actually. Why?"

"You want proof about what's going on between House and Cuddy?"

"Yeah!" the three other men said simultaneously.

"Well, they're heading to the Olive Garden right now for dinner. You guys in? We can make it there before them, make it a big surprise."

"I'll call my wife," sighed Taub, "Let her know I won't be home for dinner."

"I'm in!" said Chase, standing up.

"All right," Foreman sighed, "I'll come. Just to see if you're telling the truth about this. How did you even know where they're going anyway?"

"I've got an alert on my phone whenever House uses his GPS, and where he's going," Wilson explained nonchalantly. The four men quickly signed out and made their way to Wilson's car. After ten minutes or so they pulled into the Olive Garden parking lot. They walked in and when the waitress asked if they had a reservation, Wilson answered, "Yes, it's under the name 'House'."

"Are you sure we should be doing this," asked Taub as they sat down at the table.

"Positive," answered the other three.

House and Cuddy pulled into the parking lot, reminiscing on previous pranks House had pulled on Wilson. "Today has been great," said Cuddy as she got out of the car. House walked over and grasped her hand in his.

"That's what I was thinking too!" he smirked. They made their way into the restaurant and over to where a waitress waiting to take them to their table.

"Do you two have a reservation?" she asked as she pulled out a couple of menus.

"Yes, it's under 'House'."

"Right this way," said the waitress whose name tag read 'Debbie'.

"She's way too happy," House whispered into Cuddy's ear as they turned the corner.

"House!" she scolded as quietly as possible.

"What? I'm just saying that-"

"Here's your table," said Debbie as she set down the menus. "Enjoy!" House turned his head to face the table, as he had been looking at Cuddy before and hadn't been paying attention to just who all was sitting at their table.

"Er... What are you guys doing he-"

"Hi House, Cuddy. Why don't you guys sit down?" asked Wilson, smiling. "I've already ordered us all a bottle of wine."