Disclaimer: Still don't own House.

AN: Okay, already the characters are rebelling. House insisting he'd pick it up. shakes head Yeesh. Thanks all for your reviews. Hope you enjoy the next chapter as much as the first two.

"Need to go get my doctor, huh?" House looked at her with curiosity in his gaze as she returned to his room. "Pretty sure being Dean of Medicine still makes you a doctor… A bad doctor probably, but still a doctor."

"I…" Lisa started and fell silent, unsure what to say.

"I can read charts too." House waggled his brows and held up the chart that he held in his grasp.

"I know you can read charts…" She snarled and went to yank the board out of his grasp.

"Uh uh… I want a trade." He pulled the chart away from her and put it behind his back. "A kiss for the chart." He leaned forward, closing his eyes and pursing his lips. After a few seconds of nothingness, he opened one eye and looked at her. "Waiting…"

"We aren't like that, Greg… We're friends." Cuddy stammered out.

He smirked and nodded. "I know – picked it up from the way Dr. Foreman was skirting around the questions – besides, I know how you are about rules." His tone gave away his obvious distaste. "You wouldn't let yourself be attending on your boyfriend's case." He handed the chart back to her but he kept hanging onto it, not letting her pull it away. "But you like me still."

Cuddy sighed and met his intense blue gaze. "Yes, I like you still." She couldn't stop herself from running her fingers across his.

"Good," House smirked. "Glad to see I'm still irresistible even with whatever the hell is up with my leg."

"You're insufferable." Cuddy snarled, but inwardly was thrilled with his return to almost normal – though more like the Greg she knew in college or even when he was with Stacy – prior to the infarction.

"And you love me for it…" Greg's eyes glittered with mischief then he set aside his teasing of Cuddy for the moment. He didn't quite know why he hadn't got the stick out and claimed her yet, but he was bound and determined that whatever had happened to him was going to be the catalyst for resolving that.

"Hardly…" Cuddy shook her head. "Ass. How's the pain?" She knew the tramadol she'd prescribed him wouldn't do much for his leg.

"You mean aside from the throbbing headache…" He looked down at his leg. "It's probably about a three. What did I do – have a bad accident on a donorcycle?"

Cuddy's head came up sharply. "A three?"

"Why should it be more?" He smirked. "Are you trying to get me high so you can have your wicked way with me, Dr. Cuddy? Cause it's not necessary – trust me."

She shook it off, still in shock. "No, you ass. You had an infarction – there was some muscle death in your leg. The idiots in the ER thought you were drug seeking, but…" She trailed off realizing what she was doing.

"Ah, you're supposed to let me remember on my own…" He arched his brow. He must have really caught her off guard for her to do something they'd decided against. That was intriguing. "It won't hurt now if you finish telling me."

She sagged in defeat but swore to herself that she'd keep better control next time. "They couldn't find what was wrong with you. You diagnosed yourself and ended up with me as your attending." She paused. "You didn't want an amputation – so we removed the dead muscle so that you could keep your leg." She focused on the medical reality rather than the emotional baggage that came with it. That would come back later.

"That's pretty slick…" House said, inspecting the scar. "How much function do I have?"

"You walk with a cane and you can't run or play lacrosse…" Lisa looked down at the charts.

"Hey… No guilt. I wanted my leg, you saved it." He said sharply.

"You wanted to be put into a coma." Cuddy admitted, her guilt not allowing her to allow him to go easy on her for lack of information. "Your medical proxy would have gone for the amputation, I think – when you were out."

"So you found a middle ground…" House nodded, finally acknowledging that she'd done what she could. "Thanks, Lisa."

Her eyes widened as she looked down at him. Her mouth opened slightly, but no words came.

"Never said that before huh?" He reached under her chin and pushed, making her shut her mouth. "Didn't think you'd want to catch flies."