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"I really hate hospitals." Cuddy whined.

"Sure you do." House quipped from her side. She glared at him, and tried in vain to focus on her work. It turned out to be almost impossible. House sat in a chair by her bedside, his feet propped on her bed. He was deeply engrossed in his Gameboy, and the speakers were on high volume.

She glared at his sneakers and grimaced.

"Please take you're legs off the bed." She almost growled.

"You're no fun."

"And I'm really trying to concentrate on my work. I need to finish this, and I can't with this noise around me."

"Cuddy, you're on a leave. Relax a little will you?"

"I can't."

House looked up from his game.

"Of course you can. You just take this." He grasped the papers out of her hands, and threw them in the air.

"House!" Cuddy cried out. The papers scattered on the floor with a thud.

"Look, it's that easy. I neglect paperwork all the time."

"In case you haven't forgotten, I'm still your boss, and I am fully aware of your lack of professionalism."

"Want my Gameboy?" He offered.

"No. I want to get out of this bed and work. I want to get dressed in my clothes, and sleep in my bed."

House had been released the day before, and had been overjoyed by the news. Cuddy, however, was still bound to stay in the hospital for the next few weeks, much to her dismay.

"I know. I understand that you're pissed."

"No you don't." She snapped, then sighed and rubbed her temples. "I'm sorry. It's not you. I'm just tired, and I really want to go home."

House sighed, and removed his feet off her bed.

"Yeah. I know it sucks."

"Don't you have work to do?" She said stiffly.

"Yeah." He said, not quite able to hide the hurt in his voice.

"House. It's not you. I just need some time. Okay?"

"Sure." He murmured and walked out of the room, leaving her alone. She immediately regretted her words, but he was already gone.

"Excellent surgery doctor."

Wilson looked at the eager med student who looked at him excitedly. He had just scrubbed out of the OR, and was heading towards his office.

"Thanks. What's your name?"

"Oh. John Mackenzie."

Wilson smiled, and observed that the young student didn't look so unlike him in his younger days. He could see the sheer spark in his eyes. Every day was filled with excitement of experimenting something new. Now he performed even the more complicated surgeries with ease. He couldn't help but feel that some of the former spark had disappeared with the years.

"Are you interested in Oncology?"

"Yes." Brian said excitedly. "Well. I'm interested in everything, but your surgery was a revelation for me." He said excitedly. His eyes drifted slightly before he lowered his voice.

"Could you maybe sneak me in on one of your surgeries?"

"Ah, Brian, I'm not sure that's a good idea." Wilson started.

"But I really want to learn, and they won't allow us to scrub in on surgeries until next year."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not allowed."

Brian looked down in disappointment, and nodded his head sadly.

"Okay. I understand."

Wilson almost cracked. He couldn't stand to see the disappointment in his eyes. But he had crossed to many lines with Cuddy lately, and he couldn't take the chance.

"I'm really sorry. But talk to me next year, and I'll see what I can do."

He smiled halfheartedly.

"Thank you doctor."

Wilson sighed, and watched the boy walk away. He understood where he came from. He was once that student who wanted nothing else but to prove himself, but he knew that he was doing the right thing and that his time would come.

He decided to get some lunch before heading to his office. He ordered some sandwich, and a cup of coffee. He looked around for a table to sit on. It did feel weird knowing that House wouldn't pop up and steal his food. It had almost been a week after House had stormed up to him and punched him in the face. He hadn't even seen him once even though he knew that he had been staying at the hospital. He knew what he did was wrong, but he had, maybe childishly, hoped that his best friend had forgiven him.

It was so unlike him to just ignore him. In fact Wilson hadn't recalled a single time in their friendship when he had done such a thing. He had expected the punch, or something similar. House was so much like a disobedient kid who threw tantrums once in a while, so he had accepted him to act very much like an eight year old would. But somehow he hadn't. He had used the weapon of complete silence, and disregard towards him. It was like he didn't exist anymore, and he hated it. Oh, he knew that he deserved the silent treatment, but it did suck, and he wanted to get his friend back.

"Here you go Dr. Wilson." The cashier said, and handed him his food. He paid, and decided that it was best to eat in his office. He didn't feel particularly social today.

He glanced at the empty table that was his usual spot, and heaved a sigh. He sure did miss his friend. He was so distracted that he didn't see the approaching person coming his way who seemed to be just as distracted as he was. He didn't see her until it was too late. They slammed into each other, and the coffee he had been holding splashed out of the container and over his shirt. He cried out when the hot liquid soaked through his shirt and on his skin.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry." The woman apologized quickly. He didn't look at her and cursed when the liquid ran down his chest and on his stomach.

"Ugh. I'm fine. I was just…" He blinked when he looked up at the woman. His mouth gaped open. She was gorgeous. She was tall, and her body was that of an athlete. She had dark brown hair that reached her shoulders and wide chocolate brown eyes.

"Distracted." He finished.

The woman blushed slightly, and drifted her gaze away.

"I'm so terribly sorry." She said with a thick British accent. "I'll fetch some tissues." She said quickly and hurried off to get napkins.

"Here you go." She murmured. He took them gratefully and tried to damp on the spots.

"Here, let me help you." She murmured and patted on his chest. He stopped what he was doing and watched her with fascination. She froze when she noticed that he was looking at her, and looked into his eyes. They stood like that for a moment, both drowned in each other's gaze. She was the first one to look away, and giggled awkwardly.

"I do think that you need to change your shirt."

"Yeah." He breathed. "Yeah, you're…right. Thank you for your…erm…help." He laughed a little hysterically, and cleared his throat.

"Umm. Do you work here? I haven't seen you before."

"Yes I am. Actually this is my very first day."

"Oh really? Then welcome to PPTH. I hope you'll like it here."

"Thank you. I'm sure I will, although I really did hope to make a better impression on my first day." She looked at his stained shirt and giggled. He couldn't help but laugh with her.

"I assure you that it's all good. It was my fault. I didn't look where I was going."

"Let me at least buy you a new coffee."

"No. I'm fine, but thanks."

"Please. It's the least I could do." She said firmly and stepped in the line.

"Well, thanks."

They bought two coffees, and handed him one while she drank from hers.

"Thank you. Well, I should be going."

"You're not going to eat here?" She asked him in surprise.

"I really should get back to work." He said hesitatingly.

"You can't spear few minutes for lunch? I really could use some company. I don't know anyone here." She said sadly.

Wilson looked at the exit and at her.

"I guess I could use some break."

She smiled brightly and together they sat by an empty table.

"I'm James Wilson by the way."

"Ingrid. Ingrid Sommers."

It turned out that Ingrid was not only funny but also very smart, and unbelievably attractive. He was so intrigued by her, and strangely attracted.

"Oh shoot. I need to get going." She suddenly said and stood up.

"It was very nice to meet you James. I sure do hope that we'll meet again soon."

"Yes!" He exclaimed then said more calmly. "Ye…yes, it would be very nice.

He watched her leave, and sighed heavily. He couldn't believe it. Ingrid was absolutely the most fascinating woman he had ever met. She was perfect, and so…

His stomach growled loudly. His eyes widened, and he tried to act as neutral as possible. That turned out to be hard. The noise grew louder, and he saw no other choice but to leave the cafeteria. That turned out to be the wrong thing to do. He felt like someone had pulled his organs down so every operation was moving downwards, and fast. He tried to be discrete, but he knew that if he wouldn't reach the lavatory fast it would certainly not end well. When he finally exited the cafeteria he clutched his stomach and ran for the nearest toilet. Thankfully it wasn't a long distance. He grasped the handle but to his horror the door wouldn't open. He jiggled it, but it wouldn't budge. He could feel the sweat start to form on his brow, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold it much longer.

By some miracle the door opened, and the janitor walked out.

"I'm sorry but it's under construction."

"What?"

"You have to go to the next floor."

Wilson didn't let him say it twice and jogged to the elevator. He managed to squeeze through just before it closed. The elevator was crowded with people so it was a tight fit. He watched the numbers go by, and he could swear that the elevator was moving extra slowly.

His stomach decided to howl loudly so the entire elevator heard it. Everyone turned silent, and looked at each other. He grit his teeth and tried to hang on, but he was sweating so much that the back of his shirt was soaked through. Mercifully the elevator finally stopped and when the door opened he shot through and ran down the hall. He didn't care about appearances; he just needed to get to the next bathroom. He wanted to weep with joy when he saw the men's sign but froze when the door wouldn't open. He cried out angrily and tried to jiggle it open but it was no use. Someone had locked the bathroom.

Then it all dawned on him like someone had lit a light bulb over his head. None of this was a coincidence.

He wanted to go find him and kick his ass but the grumbling of his stomach grew louder, and he knew that he couldn't hold it anymore. He looked around in alarm, and finally he couldn't hold it in anymore.

He stood there frozen on the ground, and looked around in shock.

"Dr. Wilson are you okay?" A nurse walked over to him and stopped. "Oh." She made a face, and wrinkled her nose.

"Just go." He spat out.

Suddenly the door to the bathroom opened and out walked none other than House with the most self-satisfied grin on his face.

"Smile." He said and raised up his phone and snapped a picture of him.

"Now we're even." He said and patted his shoulder.

Wilson couldn't speak, and stared after him. He turned around and strutted into the bathroom.

He could feel round two coming and he was not going to shit his pants again. He closed the door and opened the toilet seat. But it refused to open.

No freaking way.

The toilet seat had been superglued together. He wanted to cry, but his attention was to find something, anything to help him. He looked around frantically, his eyes finally setting on the sink.

"Oh god." He whined as he propped himself on the sink. He couldn't help but feel like the lowest of the low. The worst part was that he really did not think he deserved it at all.

When House entered Cuddy's room it was pitch dark. The nightshift had taken over and the floor was quiet as patients slept. House walked over to Cuddy's bed, and noticed with relief that she was awake.

"Hi." She murmured sleepily.

"Hi. I thought you were asleep."

"I can't sleep. I was actually waiting for you, where have you been?"

He shrugged and kicked off his shoes.

"Around."

He sat on the edge of the bed, and lay down. He placed his arm around her frame and drew her in his embrace, and placed his free hand on her waist.

"Did you see Wilson today?"

The question caught him slightly off guard but he said calmly.

"No. Why?"

"He had to go home. Stomach flu."

"Oh."

He felt Cuddy shift beside him, but he closed his eyes and tried to ignore her.

"House."

Her voice wasn't angry, or menacing. It was calm, and sure begging him to open his eyes and look at her. He sighed and looked down at her face.

"Yes."

"Did you have anything to do with it?"

"How do you come to that conclusion?"

Cuddy raised her eyebrows.

"Hmm, let me think? Your best friend lied to you which resulting with you punching him in the face."

"Hey. He deserved it."

Cuddy glared at him. According to her, violence was never the answer, what did she know?

"Few days later he goes home with a stomach flu."

"I don't see how that has anything to do with me."

"You don't? That's odd because Nurse Jeffrey came in and told me that you bribed the janitor to lock all the lavatories in the entire hospital."

"That rat bastard." House cursed.

"House. I know that you're angry with Wilson, but you can't keep punishing him like this. He really feels sorry, and I think that this is enough?"

"So, what is my penalty? Three hours of clinic duty? Lectures? Babysitting?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

Cuddy shook her head. House's lips turned up in a sly smirk.

"You wanted him to suffer, didn't you? You knew about the toilets all along."

She shook her head in feigned denial.

"You're lying." He accused. Cuddy cracked and exclaimed.

"Fine, I'm lying. Yes, I wanted him to suffer a teeny tiny bit, and I'm fully aware that it does make me a horrible person."

House smirked and leaned closer to her.

"He deserved it." He mumbled into her neck.

"I know you think that, but I think this was really unnecessary."

She sighed in content and snuggled closely against him. They lay there in silence, and he could swear that she had fallen asleep when she suddenly murmured.

"Do you ever wonder?" She shifted so she was facing him. "What would have happened if you wouldn't have left? In Michigan."

House frowned.

"How on earth did you start to think about that when we were talking about Wilson's digestive problems?"

Cuddy giggled and swatted him playfully on his arm.

"I'm serious. Have you never wondered?"

House lowered his head. His hand still held hers, and he traced his thumb over her soft skin.

"Every day." He almost whispered.

"We've been so stupid." She muttered, almost to herself.

"No, just stubborn. I guess this one is doomed to receive those genetics." He smiled. "We can't think of the why's, and if's in our lives. We're together now. We've been through a lot, and our son will be fine, and healthy, and I don't want to live our lives with regret of things in the past."

He could see a small tear start in the corner of her eyes.

"What?"

"You said our son. You've always called him a fetus."

House grimaced. She was right he had said that.

"Well he is our…son." He frowned and looked at her suspiciously. "Is there something you forgot to tell me?"

Cuddy giggled, and cupped his cheek with her hand.

"Of course, you silly man." She said and kissed him on the lips.

"So. How are we going to tell everyone that you're still pregnant? God this is so messed up." He sighed.

"Why do you care so much?" She asked him curiously. "You never care about what other people think."

"I don't care what they think about me, but I care what they think about you."

Cuddy smiled coyly.

"Thank you." She murmured. "I really don't care. They'll see…eventually."

"That they will."

Cuddy laid her head on the pillow and closed her eyes. House could almost see her thoughts race through her mind. After a moment she murmured.

"You know, I've been thinking."

"You've been doing awfully lot of that lately haven't you?"

"Shush." Cuddy frowned, her eyes still closed.

"Let me finish." She nestled closer to him, and ignored his groan in protest. She knew how much he hated sentiments, but she didn't care.

"I've been thinking."

"Uhmm." He hummed in sign that she should continue.

"Whether we should move in together." She bit her lip and waited for his reaction. House looked at her with a frown on his face.

"Were…were you really nervous to ask me?"

"No." She protested.

"Cuddy, you're shaking."

"Oh." She looked into his eyes like she truly feared his answer. House sighed and rolled his eyes.

"What do you think? Of course. We're having a kid together. I practically live in your house. I don't see the difference."

Cuddy seemed relieved, and hugged him against her.

"You crazy woman." He murmured and raised her chin up so she would look at him.

"Did you honestly think that I was about to say no?"

"I really wasn't sure. You're so afraid of change, and I thought that maybe you didn't want to move in with me. I know it's stupid, but…"

House placed his finger on her lips to silence her.

"You're right. I don't like change…but I do like change with you. If that makes any sense at all."

"So it's settled?"

"Yeah."

"We're really going to move in together." She said happily.

House nodded his head and enjoyed the sensation of her snuggled against him. He closed his eyes and tried to envision their future together. Strangely he felt really optimistic about their future. He had been so unsure, for the longest time, but now he felt calm, and sure that things would be all right.

There was only one thing that was on his mind.

"Do you think we should move?"

Cuddy tensed a bit against him.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that we should buy a place together."

Cuddy seemed to mull it over for a bit.

"Yes."

"Yes as In you want to?" House asked skeptically.

"Yeah."

"Really? You're not gonna get all overly analytical obsessed freak on this."

"No. Actually I think it's something we need. Also my house might be a little too small when our baby arrives, so yeah."

"Wow. I feel so grown up."

Cuddy giggled and kissed him on the cheek, lay back on the bed and closed her eyes.

"Good night House."

"Night Cuddy."