Ch 32: Oops I Did it Again

House had gone home very confused. He'd opened a bottle of Jack Daniels and drained half of it by 8 p.m. on his own. Not knowing what else to do, he called Wilson to see if they could talk. The oncologist informed him that Thirteen was in the apartment and he couldn't leave her, but that House could come over and chat if he wanted. The thought of spilling his guts in front of his hot employee who had recently become his best friend's girl was not at all appealing, but he sucked it up, realizing that Wilson would tell her anyhow and grabbed his keys.

Fortunately, House wasn't so drunk that he had no idea what he was doing. He arrived at Wilson's apartment within an hour of talking to the other man on the phone and sheepishly greeted Thirteen as he entered the living room. "What's going on, House?" Wilson asked, grabbing a few beers and a glass of milk and settling down with Thirteen on the couch.

"You left work without telling me anything about what else I should do for the patient," Thirteen put in. "And you know Taub's an idiot…the panels were normal by the way, and all the other tests."

"I was a bit distracted…" House started.

"You took a shower," Wilson said. "And I know this because I have no shampoo at work anymore…"

"Don't get all pissy," House advised testily. "I'm trying to tell you a story. If you want to hear it, keep your mouth shut for five minutes…" Wilson and Thirteen exchanged a look, but complied with his demands. House cleared his throat and took a swig of beer before continuing with his story.

"Cuddy gave me a blow job in the shower," he announced. Wilson's jaw dropped and Thirteen burst out laughing.

House glared at her, but she waved it off. "Way to go, boss!" He rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to Wilson.

"Did you two make up?" he wanted to know.

"No…well, she made a hell of a start," House muttered.

Thirteen snorted with laughter and Wilson's face broke into a smile as well. "Well do you want to make up?"

"If making up means fucking her senseless on her desk, then yes." House sighed. "I don't really know what to do…I didn't expect her to be such an avid apologizer…"

Wilson laughed. "I didn't really either, but if you keep her going for a bit longer, you might get the best apology of your life." Even House smiled at that. "You should talk to her," Wilson suggested. "I know you think that's just a stupid think people do to make themselves feel better, but if I know you, you have no idea what she wants or what you want or if that shower experience even happened. You need to talk to her."

House sighed. "Christ…I think you might be rubbing off on me…I do need to talk to her."

Wilson beamed. "I have done some good in the world."

"Helping poor cancer kids isn't good?" House asked surprised. "I thought that's what you lived for. Well that and sex with needy women." He started pointedly at Thirteen who promptly flipped him off. "You might actually have something with this one…" House commented.

Wilson grinned. "So you're actually going to talk to her?"

"Yeah, I guess so," House told him. "I'll leave her a message on facebook or something…"

"House!" Wilson and Thirteen chided together.

"Just kidding. Don't get your pregnant panties in a twist, nor your soon to be daddy ones…I feel sorry for whatever comes out of there," he indicated Thirteen's 'aesthetically pleasing bits' with a smirk.

The three of them sat around the coffee table for a while chatting about how House would go about hiring someone else until he got fed up with their input and downed three beers. "You're not going home like this," Wilson informed him. House was too far gone to argue and within half an hour he had passed out on the couch. Wilson covered him with an afghan and took Thirteen to bed, knowing that House wouldn't be waking up anytime soon.

House went in to work wearing the same clothes he had worn the day before and not caring if people noticed. He had something fairly important to discuss with Cuddy and didn't have time to shower or change clothes as he feared he would lose his determination. He entered her office, shut the door quickly and crossed the room. She looked up at him curiously from a stack of paperwork and was surprised to see so much fire in his eyes.

Without saying a word, House gathered her up in his arms and kissed her soundly. She relaxed into the embrace and wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the connection. The two broke apart after a few moments of fevered connection to breathe and House looked Cuddy square in the eye. She was a bit dizzy from the suddenness of their encounter and searched his face for some kind of explanation. Before she could ask him any questions, however he took her hands in his own. "We're getting married in three months," he informed her.

Cuddy's heart leapt in her chest and she threw her arms around him once more to draw him back into their kiss. Nothing else mattered at that moment as they connected on a new level. She silently thanked whomever was watching out for her that House had come back into her life.