Ch 4- Everlasting Drama

House and Cuddy had spent the weekend together bonding and fucking like bunnies. Cuddy had called Wilson to arrange a changing of hands for Rachel on Monday at work and though he was a little disappointed that he had to spend his time exclusively with the baby instead of going to Chase and Cameron's wedding, he was ecstatic for his best friend and his boss. He had been telling them for years that they belonged together and something had finally clicked for them; Wilson was not the type of guy to stand in the way of true love, or the prospect of such.

Cuddy opened her eyes on Monday morning to the realization that she would have to leave the sanctuary of House's apartment and venture out into the real world once again. The world where she was the Dean of Medicine and House was the Head of the Diagnostics Department in her hospital. She was suddenly worried about how they would handle that situation. She showered quickly and got her clothes out of House's dryer. She was dressed and completely ready to go before he was even out of bed.

"Are you planning on going to work today?" she asked him, swatting his bottom playfully as he tried to continue sleeping.

"No. And now I'm dating administration so that shouldn't be a problem."

"House!" she admonished. "You shouldn't use your position as my…ahem…staff…to get out of work."

He groaned in response. "Are you really not going to let me sleep in?" he asked.

"What do you have to complain about? I know for a fact that you didn't have a hard weekend. You did the two things you like most."

"I didn't watch my soaps," he countered, earning a harder swat from his new girlfriend. "Come on, woman! You drained me!!! I have no bodily fluids left. I need to recuperate."

"Which I think you can do quite nicely in a hospital," she said with a smile, despite herself. "Out of bed or I won't come back into it."

"That's low," he told her, finally sitting up. "You should know I'm only doing this for the sick kids," he said as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

"Right." She patted his cheek and winked at him. "Keep telling yourself that."

He rolled his eyes. "Are you at least going to let me shower before I have to report to my duty as number one torture victim in hell?"

"Yes," she replied, rolling her eyes. He captured her lips in a gentle kiss, and then brushed past her as he hoisted himself up.

"Well, I'm off to the shower," he said wickedly. "I'll be all hot and wet and naked! Hope you can live with yourself for missing it."

"Don't tempt me," she replied. "I have to pick Rachel up and take her to my sister's place. I'll see you at work. And if you're not there by the time I get back from my sister's house, I'll send Wilson after you."

"Oh please, anything but that," House replied mock frightened. "I promise I'll be good!"

Cuddy laughed. "Just get your ass to work!" she told him before letting him get started on his shower and heading off to the office.

House did turn up for work, but he barely made the cut off for Cuddy's threat. He would have stayed in his apartment until Wilson showed up, and then convinced the oncologist to go bowling, but Foreman had called with the details of their new case. House was intrigued by the idea of a patient who was a midget circus performer convinced that he could pull his eyes out of the socket without doing damage to them, who just happened to present with anal bleeding. The possibilities had seemed to good to pass up, so he had gone in to work before someone else figured out the universally cool thing that was afflicting the poor circus freak.

"This is gonna be sweet!" he told Wilson on his way to his office. "You should come along." Wilson had agreed, of course. House's patients were generally entertaining.

"So how was your weekend," Wilson asked as he and House settled down in the diagnostics office after House ordered a full round of testing on the midget.

"Awesome." House had meant to sound sarcastic, but Wilson had known him long enough to realize that his friend had actually had a very good weekend.

"So, what did you guys do?" Wilson wanted to know.

"We braided each other's hair and talked about this hot doctor in the oncology department with the most adorable ties!" House replied, successfully pulling off the sarcasm this time.

Wilson rolled his eyes. "Fine. Don't tell me, but I've got a pretty vivid imagination."

"Why do you even want to know?"

"I had a pretty boring weekend, House. I was busy caring for Cuddy's child while you were out making another one with her. I couldn't even bring myself to watch porn while Rachel was asleep in the other room…I felt dirty."

House snorted. "Was 'little Jimmy' lonely?" he asked. "I know a few hot hookers I could set you up with."

"No, thanks. I'll find dates on my own," Wilson replied. "I'm just glad they won't be visiting you…" House chuckled in response.

Cuddy found Wilson in his office later that afternoon and spilled some of the details of the weekend she had shared with House. "I'm happy for you," he told her with a grin. "He seems to be doing better than I've seen him since Stacy."

"I think he might still be off the drugs," Cuddy confided.

"What? No pain meds at all?"

"I couldn't find any in his bathroom or kitchen. I only checked for curiosity reasons," she told Wilson. "Not a single pill!"

"What? That's amazing. Did he complain about the leg?"

"No. Do you think he could…I don't know…stay off the Vicodin? As in for good?" She dared get her hopes up for a moment.

"I don't know," Wilson replied. "Have you talked to him about it?"

"No. I thought I should talk to you first."

Wilson thought for a moment. "He's generally pretty sensitive about it after an overdose. You did help him detox, though. You should talk to him. I think he'd be ok with you asking about it."

"Could you try to bring it up casually?" she asked. "Just to try and test the waters?"

"You'd have to ask him a while from the time I did, especially if he doesn't give me information. He'd catch on otherwise."

"Right. Ok. But you'll try it?"

"Yeah. I'll catch him this afternoon." Wilson smiled at her. "Even if he's not off the drugs completely, you're really helping him. And I know you've been waiting on this for a while…"

Cuddy returned his smile. "I think I love him…"