This is a multi chapter fic. House/Cuddy centered. I don't own any of the House characters. Please read and enjoy!

She stirred. Groaning slightly, she opened her eyes and swallowed, her tongue feeling fuzzy. She reached up, running her hand through her tangled, dark curly hair. She dropped her hand back down and it landed on something firm. Eyebrows drawn together, she sat up, realizing she was naked as her temples began throbbing. She looked to her left and her mouth fell open at the sight of Gregory House asleep in her bed.

"Oh no..." Lisa Cuddy breathed.

Cuddy wrapped herself in the bed sheets, yanking them away from House, stirring him, but not waking him. She climbed out of her bed, wishing she could simply dress and sneak away. However, since it was her house that the deed had taken place in, she couldn't disappear in the morning... or could she?

As Cuddy located clothes that would be suitable to jog in, she wondered how she could let a night like this happen again. True, she had slept with House once before, but after that, decided it would never repeat due to House's relentless badgering and sexual comments over the following months after the first time they had 'done it.'

She drank. And when she drank too much, she became a little too uninhibited. Cuddy sucked in a deep breath and dressed into the jogging clothes she had picked out. Feeling her way through the darkness to her bathroom, Cuddy popped two aspirin and downed a full glass of water.

Cuddy stood in the doorway to the bathroom and stared at House's naked body laying face down on the bed. Through the silence she could hear him breathing. The night they had just shared was passionate... and possibly better than the first time they had slept together. However, Cuddy still wished she could undo it. She glanced at the glowing numbers of her alarm clock. It was too early to jog, but she wasn't going to wait in case House woke up.

Locating her keys on her dresser, Cuddy decided to go to her office and wait there until it was light enough outside to jog. She would return to the office and wear a change of clothes she would bring with her to be sure she could avoid House until he would show up at the hospital.

After Cuddy had gathered her clothes for later that day and made sure she had everything she would need, she focused her gaze on House, wondering if it was the best idea to run and leave him to his own devices in her home. She reached down slowly and picked up the bed sheet from the floor. She set it on top of House and left the bedroom.

Lisa Cuddy flipped through sheets of paper located within a patient's chart, standing behind her desk, her back to the door to her office. It swung open with ease and was barely shut when his loud voice caused her to jump.

"You stopped my procedure?" Gregory House swung his cane in annoyance, slamming it hard on the floor.

Cuddy closed the chart and turned around, setting the chart down on her desk.

"You can't do it, House." she told him, making sure her authoritative tone came through.

"Why not?" House's eyebrows raised, his eyes widening.

"Because it's unethical." Cuddy placed her hands on her hips.

"That's never stopped me before!" House exclaimed.

"Well, it should have." Cuddy replied.

"Fine, we won't do the procedure." House agreed, "We'll let the thirty two year old, mother of three die and I'll make sure you tell the family."

Cuddy narrowed her eyes, "Don't try to guilt me into giving you permission."

"Then, what do I have to do to get your permission?" House asked, "Sexual favors? Tell everyone that your breasts are real?"

Cuddy folded her arms across her chest, "Find some other way to diagnose her illness without doing a procedure that may not help you and that you have no right to do."

"Now, why didn't think I think of that?" House acted shocked and then shook his head, "That's right. I already did! And there's no other way to diagnose the illness without doing-"

"Then, I suggest-" Cuddy cut House off, sternly, "You work hard to find another way."

House paused, thinking a moment, then nodded, "Right."

House turned to leave. Cuddy turned her head slightly confused. She hurried to the door, passing House and sliding in between him and the door to her office.

"House. You cannot do this procedure." Cuddy locked eyes with House, "Do you understand me?"

"Sorry." House shrugged, "I don't speak barbaric, satanic broad."

"House, I am not kidding." Cuddy was practically fuming, House pushing her buttons, "I see that look in your eye, if you do this procedure-"

"You'll slap me with a ruler." House finished for her with a nod.

House turned and walked to the middle of Cuddy's office. He faced her, leaning onto his cane. Cuddy, however, held her ground in front of the door.

"What's the worst that could happen, Cuddy?" House asked, "My God, she'll live. That's just a terrible, awful outcome, isn't it?"

"It is when the patient does not need it." Cuddy answered.

"The patient doesn't need to live?" House asked, his eyebrows drawing together as he swung his cane over his shoulder.

"You're doing the procedure in order to cancel out what it's not." Cuddy said, "It's a risky procedure, she's already in an extremely weakened state, and she told you she had no former treatment for STDs, so whatever you're looking for by doing this wouldn't matter."

"Okay." House swung his cane down, "When we get the autopsy back, I'll let you know if you were right."

House began to walk back towards Cuddy and the door.

Cuddy shook her head, her dark curls bouncing, "You're still not doing the procedure."

House stopped within inches of Cuddy, "Fine. I won't do the procedure. And I would agree with you about the STDs, of course, if it wasn't for the small fact that everybody lies."

"Yeah." Cuddy agreed, harshly "They do."

House held his gaze on Cuddy, her comment intriguing him. He leaned in closer to Cuddy and lingered there a moment, taking in her angered facial expression and her pulled away body language. House backed up quickly and Cuddy stepped to the side of the door. House pulled the door open and passed through, heading off towards his mission.

Cuddy, feeling that House's eyes had somehow personally invaded her, sighed deeply. She straightened and headed to the phone on her desk. She picked it up and punched in a few numbers. After waiting a moment, someone picked up.

"Yes, this is Dr. Cuddy. I want you to be on alert for Dr. House... whatever you do, do not let him near room 2124..."