A/N: Thanks everyone for reading. I never ever expected to write a fic this long but there was just so much to get out ya know? My fic is by no means even close to the amazing mega-chapter fics out there. Maya295, W8ing4Huddy, Writrsblk, Grateful Insomniac, Raffinit, In the House, ParijanTaiyou Iane Casey, Nikollie, HillyHuddy, EllieShelly and Whatuwant15 are just a few of the amazing mega-chapter fic writers out there. They've been doing this a lot better and a lot longer than me. So I think I owe them a debt of gratitude for being so inspiring.

Also, please take a moment to Google "Diagnosing House" and vote on the best Huddy scenes! We're at the end of Round Two now. Kudos to the awesome DrDiagnostic for putting that together for us!

Without further adieu, I give you the next chapter in this saga. I'm expecting things to move at a pretty good pace from here. I'm going to start posting chapters more frequently but the worst case scenario is at least each weekend.

"Us? I'm so happy with the way things are going between us," she said, contentedly. "We've come so far. I'm so glad we talk now. The more we do it, the easier it gets. I just feel so much less stressed." She reached up and planted a kiss on his lips and whispered, "Thank you for trusting me enough to include me in your therapy."

"I wanted you to see for yourself that I was trying."

"I never questioned that. I knew you are and I'm so proud of you."

Her head resumed its spot on his chest and he continued touching her. He could never get enough of the feel of her skin under his hands and she never wanted to move from that place. They lay there quietly, listening to the sounds of silence. He stroked her from her neck down to her ass, gave it a squeeze and worked his way back up again. He felt her relax into him.

"You know...seeing you once every couple of weeks isn't enough," he said, unexpectedly.

"I know, I feel the same way," she replied as she ran her fingers up and down his arm.

"What are we doing to do?"

Cuddy sighed deeply. "Well..." she began. "You could move to Boston and live with us.

Thursday afternoon House sat in his office throwing his ball up against the wall. His team was running tests and he was bored. Cuddy had been on his mind nearly every moment since she arrived home Wednesday afternoon. She'd had to leave a day early because of work obligations and while he wanted very much to call her at work just to hear her voice, he knew she was likely very busy. He leaned back with his feet up on his desk, closed his eyes and his thoughts drifted to their conversation in bed late Tuesday night.

"You could move to Boston and live with us."

"What?" He looked down at her surprised by her words.

"You're surprised?"

"That's a pretty big step Cuddy, especially for us."

"So you wouldn't consider it?"

"I didn't say that," he said defensively.

"But you're apprehensive."

"It's just that we haven't talked about something as serious as relocating."

"You said seeing me once a week isn't enough."

"That's true and I meant it," he said, squeezing her hand.

"Then what's wrong?"

He was going to say "nothing" but they were long past deflecting and playing games, this time he needed to be honest with her.

"Are you sure it isn't too soon?"

"This "it" has been going on since the eighties, House. Considering everything we've been through, we've come a long way."

"I guess I never really thought that we'd ever make it this far."

"I know," she said, regretfully before she perked up. "But you know what? Like Nolan said, what we have works for us. I won't pressure you about this. There's no rush, I just want you to know that if and when you're ready to take that next step, I'm ready."

"What about Rachel?"

"Are you kidding? She's got you wrapped around her finger."

House scoffed, but he knew it was true. He couldn't help but love that little girl.

"Get some sleep, Cuddy."

"Goodnight, House," she said pulling the covers more snugly around them.

He wrapped his arms around her tightly. "Goodnight, Cuddy."

They'd gone to sleep that night wrapped up in each other's arms, waking only once around three o'clock when he had to go to the bathroom and experienced stiffness in his leg. Thankfully Cuddy had massaged it for him and afterwards he was able to get back to sleep.

His memory was suddenly interrupted by Foreman walking through his door.

"To what do I owe this displeasure Interim Dean Foreman?"

"Can I sit down?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"House," he said, frowning.

House carefully removed his feet from the desk and motioned to the chair opposite him. "Ok so what is it this time? Lawsuit? Sexual Harassment? Am I finally being fired?"

Foreman put his hands up. "No, none of that. Actually you didn't do anything wrong."

"Then why the sad face?"

Foreman leaned forward in his chair and placed his elbows House's desk. "I'm interviewing at the Mayo Clinic next week. They need someone to be the lead in their Alzheimers and Dementia research program."

"Seriously? What about the position here?"

"I don't think I'm going to be hired."

"Says who?"

"Well...one, I don't think I'm who they're looking for. Cuddy's shoes are pretty big shoes to fill. Valderrama was a good guy but even he wasn't Cuddy."

"This place was great because of her," House lamented.

Foreman nodded his head in agreement.

"So, why Mayo?"

"After losing my mom...the way she died...it was awful, not knowing anyone around her, not even knowing who she was. In the end, she was trapped, a prisoner in her own mind. If I can do some good and help figure out a cure, or at least new and better ways to treat, I want to do it. It's where I belong, at least at this point in my life."

"Minneapolis is cold."

"So is Princeton."

"No, I mean really cold."

"I've got winter clothes."

"So besides the fact you can't fit into Cuddy's Louboutins, what else is going on?"

Foreman leaned back casually. He actually felt comfortable talking like this with his former boss.

"I'm just not cut out for this...administrative bullshit. I have no idea how Cuddy did it but I gained a new respect for her since I've been doing this job. It takes a lot to run this place and you've got to be on your game all the time. She had it, I don't. I can't do it as good as she did. Nobody can, at least not since she left. And even if I could do it...I don't find it challenging."

"Okay."

"That's it? No lecture?"

"Nope. I'm not going to tell you that you're wrong for wanting to leave because you're not."

Foreman did not expect the conversation to go so well. In fact, he expected House to be condescending and berating, neither of which had happened yet.

"Thanks, House. I appreciate your support."

"That's funny coming from a guy who once hated me," House snarked.

"I never hated you."

"You said you didn't want to be like me."

"I meant that, but I meant the self-destructive, reckless person you were then. I didn't want to go down that same road. The thing is...despite what you might say, you've changed. You're not that guy anymore."

House laughed. "You think you know me now?"

"I've known you a long time. You've changed House, but it's different this time. I'd credit Cuddy with it but you changed before she came back into your life. If you tell anyone I said this I'll deny it but I'm proud of you. I've seen you go up and down over the years but that breakup...and...everything after...well...you hit rock bottom. When you got out of prison, you could've easily wallowed in misery and popped a whole bottle of Vicodin in the confines of your apartment and died all alone but you didn't. You came back, and not just to the hospital, but to life. Honestly...I'm glad you did."

House eyed Foreman carefully. He wasn't sure if he was impressed or annoyed by his former fellow's sentiments.

"Being a fellow here...learning under you," Foreman said, "was complete insanity but it was the best learning experience I've ever had."

"Some people would think you're crazy for saying that."

"Screw what everyone else thinks." Foreman smiled.

House smirked. "It's about time you figured out where you really belonged."

"Why didn't you say something before?"

"You had to learn this on your own," he replied adamantly.

"So...you wouldn't want me to come back to the team?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"You're ready to move on. You can't stay here forever. Look at Cameron, she got out of here and she's running her own department. Hell, Chase is practically running mine. It's your turn."

"I don't have the job yet."

"You will. If not at Mayo, then somewhere else just as good," he said. As an afterthought he added, "You want a reference?"

"You'd give me one?"

"Not a chance," House said, as he took a swig from his coffee mug.

Foreman smiled and shook his head knowingly. It didn't surprise him. He placed his hands on the arms of the chair and pushed himself up with a sigh. "Well, I guess I'll head back now. I've got a lot of work to do."

House nodded and then put on his reading glasses and turned towards his computer and began typing.

Foreman was almost out the door when House stopped him.

"Foreman."

"Yeah," he said as he turned around to face his former boss.

"I'll leave the letter on your desk," he said casually, never looking up.

"Thanks, House," Foreman replied before he turned and left the office.

A few hours later Wilson was at his wits end searching the hospital for House. Before giving up, he decided to try one more place. As he opened the door to the roof, he spotted House looking out over the edge.

"I've been looking all over for you. You wanted lunch right?" He asked, clearly annoyed.

"What took you so long?" House asked with a smirk.

Wilson gave him a scornful look as he set the containers on the small wood checkerboard-top table. He pulled out one of the wooden chairs and sat down. House joined him. "I never did ask how you got this stuff up here," he said, pointing to the table and chairs.

"Made a deal with one of the night janitors. Told him I wouldn't rat him out for being here illegally if he moved this stuff up from storage."

"How'd you know?"

"I just do."

"Of course." Wilson took a bite of his sandwich. "So, what's up?"

"Got a case. The kids are running tests."

"Everything okay with you and Cuddy?"

"Yeah."

"Anything you wanna talk about?"

"No."

"Okay."

They sat at the table eating in silence. After so many years of friendship they were way past the need for small talk.

Minutes later, House said, "Oh for crissakes Wilson, what are you doing?"

"What?" Wilson responded, his mouth full of food.

"You're letting it go, just like that?"

"Yeah. If you want to talk about it, you will."

"Bullshit," House countered.

"Hey I'm trying to give you a little space. Besides, I am not going to get involved. Not this time."

"Since when?" House side-eyed Wilson. "What did she tell you?"

"Nothing! I haven't even talked to her!"

A few moments later, House caved. "She wants me to move to Boston."

"Wow. No kidding?"

"Nope."

"That's pretty big."

"That's what she said."

Wilson frowned. "Quit deflecting, you know what I mean. What are you going to do?"

House took a bite of his sandwich.

"So..." Wilson motioned his hand at House that he was waiting for an answer.

"So...what?" He asked through a mouth full of food.

"You're scared."

"Well of course I'm fucking scared," he replied sarcastically. "Wouldn't you be?"

"If it were Cuddy? Hell yeah. But then again she didn't choose me. She chose you."

"I'll never know why. She could've had any guy she wanted, any guy."

Wilson gave him a knowing look. "You made that kind of difficult, don't you think?"

"You mean those jerks she went out with? They were losers."

"Of course they were." Wilson shook his head laughing. "Listen House, life's too short."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's going on almost three decades you two have been in each other's lives. You love her. Go be with her."

House looked at him, clearly annoyed. "I thought you weren't going to get involved."

"Everybody lies," Wilson said with a cheesy grin as he took another bite of his sandwich.

House rolled his eyes. "Shut up and finish your damn lunch."

Next up Cuddy resumes her life back in Boston and boy does she have a lot to spill! Prepare for Mama Cuddy!