Disclaimer: I do not own House MD or any of the characters, but I sure as hell wouldn't mind owning Hugh Laurie!

A/N: Well, Hello! I'm back for the third time in … uh … three days :P So, I was going to keep this freshly written chappie for the middle of the week so that, should I not have time to write during the week, I could still post something. But because of all your pleading requests and one particular one who informed me that, if I didn't post, the suspense might kill them, I figured it was my duty to post this ASAP.

I hope you enjoy this chapter, I really liked writing, and I think this might be going somewhere fun … after all, Cuddy, House and Wilson in the same room, something good has to come from that, right?


Enjoy!

"Hey" came the oncologists voice from the phone

"Hi" she replied

"Did I wake you?" he asked when he heard her voice

"No, no, I was just watching TV" she replied

"Ok then, uh, I'm outside, I was just calling to make sure you weren't busy" he said and she smiled. It was so typical of Wilson.

"No, I'm not" she said, momentarily forgetting about the diagnostician in her bedroom.

After clicking off, a few seconds went by and there was a knock on the door.

Hearing the door, House slowly got up from bed, he wasn't quite sure what to do. Being seen there by any of Cuddy's visitors who would, surely be from the hospital, didn't seem like a very good idea. But on the other hand, he knew that it'd mortify Cuddy to have someone find him there, and somehow, that seemed to outweigh being found there. After all, no one in their right mind would think that Greg House was and his boss's home for anything other than sex, and that theory was fine by him.

"How are you doing?" asked Wilson briefly hugging Cuddy and looking around.

"I'm fine, tired, but fine" she replied, only just realising how tired she actually was.

"Wilson!" came a male voice from the door to her bedroom, and the oncologist looked up to find his best friend leaning on it, smiling at them.

'Oh, this is going to be good' thought House as he smirked.

"House? What are you doing here?" asked Wilson looking at Cuddy who had no idea what to say.

The truth was she didn't know what he was doing there. He had come under the pretext that Wilson couldn't. He had left, he had broken into her house, injured her, kissed her, made her cry, provided her with entertainment, spent 4 hours watching a romantic movie with her, and was still there, even with the knowledge that someone would know he was. What was he doing there?

"Well, no one came to check on preggers there, so I figured someone had to …" he said with a shrug like that was the most natural thing for Greg House to say "I mean, can you imagine what would have happened if someone 'bad'" he looked straight at Cuddy for a second "had broken her window while she slept, snuck in, put his feet on her coffee table and left the glass on the floor so she could cut herself?" he asked with a mock-serious look that Wilson didn't catch but Cuddy certainly did.

"Well, that would have been bad …" said Wilson not quite sure what to respond to his friend's elaborate speech.

"That it would" agreed Cuddy semi-scowled at House as she closed the door, which for some odd reason she'd left open thus far, behind Wilson "would you like some coffee, James?" she asked him and he nodded.

Trying not to put too much pressure on her foot, Cuddy limped to her kitchen. As she did so, Wilson caught sight of her bandaged foot and, as he walked over to House "what is that?" he asked pointing to where her foot had been moments before disappearing into the kitchen.

"Floor" said House playing dumb

"I meant her foot" said Wilson mock-glaring at his friend.

"Oh, that … minor injury" he said, figuring it was all Wilson needed to know.

When Wilson saw House's had was also bandaged, he thought of maybe asking, but he was pretty sure his friend wouldn't tell him, so he moved on.

"So what are you doing here?" he asked him with a knowing look, the kind that said, 'I knew you wouldn't be able to stay away from her for so long'.

"I told you, making sure no one broke in and …"

"Glass on the floor, yea, I know" replied Wilson shaking a hand, not bothering to continue, he knew he wouldn't get anywhere.

Looking over House's shoulder, he saw Cuddy's bed was messed up.

If he had been Cuddy or House, he would have known that that was because, a. Cuddy had been sleeping in it before House arrived and b. they had been sitting on it while they watched the movie. However, Wilson was Wilson, and his mind immediately jumped to conclusions, much as House had expected it to.

"You …" started Wilson with a shocked look and a pointed finger.

House limited himself to smile. It was really an ambiguous smile, but if anyone was looking for a confirmation in it, and Wilson was, then they'd be able to read one.

"I …" not even sure what to say to a friend who had skipped work to go to his boss's house, a boss he had impregnated, nonetheless, and have sex with her. Again. "Cuddy? Do you want some help?" he asked her as he moved away from House who, unbeknownst to him, was smiling victoriously.

"Sure" she replied, glad that she could ask Wilson to reach for the cups so that she didn't have to climb on anything.

"So, what's he doing here?" asked Wilson in a hushed voice, knowing Cuddy would surely confide in him.

Looking out the door slightly, Cuddy saw House move into the living room and figured she was safe "I have no idea!" she whispered as she pressed the button on the coffee machine "he just showed up here … and stayed" she looked out the door again, all she could see in the living room was the space where her TV would have been, the coffee table that sat in front of it, and his trainers, comfortably poised on its nicely polished wooden surface.

"Did you two …" he moved his index and middle finger in a way that, in any other context, would have appeared to mean a broken pair of scissors.

"What? No!" Cuddy looked shocked "Did he say we did?!"

"No … well, he'd didn't deny it …" started Wilson, somehow relieved that his friend wasn't stupid enough to have sex with the woman he'd impregnated, again, without first telling her everything. He was also quite happy that his other friend wasn't stupid enough to sleep with the guy who had impregnated her, again, without telling him everything.

"No, we, we watched a movie …" she said looking at the coffee as it slowly dripped into the cups

"A movie?" asked Wilson with a very sceptic face. He knew these two were crazy about each other. Cuddy had been in love with House since, well, since before he even knew House, and House seemed to care about her more than he ever cared for Stacy, and he had loved Stacy, so Wilson could only figure that …

"Gone with the Wind" she said matter-of-factly as she removed the two cups that were now full and took an extra one out of the cupboard to get herself some chocolate milk.

Wilson's thoughts were interrupted by Cuddy's words which he was sure he'd misheard. It was simple, really. Either he was going deaf and Cuddy had said something like American Pie, or he had obviously misjudged the lengths to which House was willing to go for Cuddy.

"Sorry, which film?" he asked with a growing smile as Cuddy's face revealed to him that he hadn't misheard.

"Gone. With. The. Wind" she spoke slowly

Wilson nodded slightly and bowed his head to hide his smirk as Cuddy turned back to pouring the brown, chocolaty powder into the cup.

"Hey, I'll take this and meet you in the living room, 'kay?" he asked her as he picked up the two coffee cups.

Cuddy merely nodded and hummed in response.

"Thanks" said House taking the coffee from his friend and sipping it. When Wilson just stared at him, House figured Cuddy had said something that had got his brain going on fix-House's-life mode "what?" he asked

"You watched …" he couldn't even say it, that movie and House, together, in the same sentence. It just didn't work in his brain.

House wasn't quite sure how to respond. This was why he hated relationships. Because even when you felt comfortable enough to open up, even a little bit of himself, to someone else, he had no desire to do so for everyone else. Wilson was his best friend, but there were limits, there were things that he would do with Cuddy, and he wasn't even thinking about those things, that he, not only wouldn't do with Wilson, but had no desire to talk to him about.

And when Greg House realised that he had no interest in talking to Wilson about Cuddy's expertise in that particular division of the house, that he didn't want to brag, or take pictures to show everyone in the hospital what their administrator did at night, he realised that he was gone. He was no longer at the point of making a decision. It was no longer stay or go. He had stayed, and the option to go was well off the table. He was stuck and it scared him. But a little part of him, not the usual one, was also a little excited, maybe this would be good.

As all this ran through House's head, Wilson awaited an answer and Cuddy limped into the room with her hot chocolate, taking a seat on the couch next to House and completely missing the look in Wilson's eyes, the one that said that, as strange as the sight in front of him was, he liked it. There was something comforting about seeing them sit next to each other, sipping warm drinks and lost in some kind of thought, completely unaware of what the other was doing and of how natural it all looked.

TBC

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