The final chapter. This is it for this fic, kids. But, is it the end of the story? Hm... Enjoy this! And thank you for all the wonderful comments.
Wilson smugly approached House, a coffee in hand. House was bending down towards the bottom of a vending machine. He pulled out a pack of M&M's and tore it open.
"So, I'm guessing that since you haven't boasted your date to me that you lost the bet." Wilson smiled and took a sip of his coffee.
"Actually, you are quite wrong." House took off down the hall, dumping some of the chocolate candies into his mouth.
Wilson caught up to him. "You went doorstep to doorstep?"
"You can ask Cuddy if you want, but she'll tell you the same thing," House replied.
Wilson stopped. "You had an actual date?"
House sighed, annoyed, and stopped as well. He faced Wilson. "You owe me Vicodin."
"And she didn't walk out on you?" Wilson was completely surprised.
"And a hundred bucks," House added.
"That's... incredible," Wilson told him. "And unbelievable. So, what happened?"
House rolled his eyes and began walking again. "We went out, had dinner, took her home."
"This is not House." Wilson was observing House's profile, eyeing him up. "House would be bragging, shouting his triumph from the rooftop, rubbing it in my face." Wilson stopped walking, a realization hitting him. "You had sex, didn't you?"
House stopped. He spun around, making sure his body language gave every indication that he was angry with Wilson holding him up.
"I went out with Cuddy," House said, narrowing his eyes. "What do you think?"
"I think you had sex," Wilson replied.
"This conversation is really making me need that Vicodin." House raised his eyebrows and dumped some more candy in his mouth.
Wilson closed the space between them. "You're not denying it."
House threw out his arms, frustrated. "We didn't have sex!"
"You're lying," Wilson accused.
House sighed. "Would I lie to you?"
Wilson paused a moment, then nodded. "Yes."
Wilson opened the door to Cuddy's office and stuck his head in. "Hello."
Cuddy looked from her computer screen to the door. She smiled. "Hi, Wilson."
Wilson entered the office, shutting the door behind him. He had just finished talking to House and wanted to compare his story to Cuddy's. He was positive something had happened last night, but House wouldn't give it up. Wilson thought that perhaps Cuddy would.
"I heard House won the bet." Wilson lowered himself into the seat across from her desk.
"Yes, sorry." Cuddy gave an apologetic smile. "When he gives me the money, I'll get it to you."
"Thanks." Wilson gave a tight smile, partially annoyed that he had lost the bet.
"Yep." Cuddy gave him a nod.
Cuddy turned back to her computer screen and Wilson was sure that was his cue to leave. However, he had to find out the truth and so he remained seated.
"So, how was it?" Wilson pried.
"Didn't House tell you the details?" Cuddy didn't look away from the screen.
"And I'm supposed to trust what House says?" Wilson gave a smile, leaning back in his chair.
"True." Cuddy smirked, but still didn't look at him. "It was... well, it was unlike what I thought it would be."
"Did he walk you to your door at the end of the night?" Wilson hoped she would slip up on the details, her account going against House's.
"He did," Cuddy answered.
"And?" Wilson prompted.
Cuddy finally looked over to Wilson and stared blankly. "And we said goodnight."
"Nothing else happened?" Wilson asked. He wasn't sure why this was so important. Then, he remembered that Cuddy was his boss and House was his best friend. The combination of the two was nearly lethal for a relationship ending terribly.
"No." Cuddy answered quickly. "Why? Did House tell you something did? Did he say we had sex? That would be so like him. I'm going to call him down here and tell him to tell you-"
"No, no, he didn't." Wilson shook his head. "I just thought... with the way he was acting..."
Cuddy's eyebrows drew together. "How was he acting?"
"Nonchalant," Wilson answered.
"Oh." Cuddy shrugged. "It was just an innocent date, Wilson. It wasn't a big deal."
Wilson thought it over a moment and nodded. "Yeah. Give me a call when you get the money."
"I will." Cuddy turned back to her computer screen.
"Okay." Wilson stood from his chair. "I'll see you later."
"Bye," Cuddy replied as Wilson left her office.
House entered Cuddy's office after having avoided it all day. He held up a one hundred dollar bill. "Here."
Cuddy was gathering her jacket and purse from the coat rack in the corner of the room. She slipped her jacket on and then approached House. She plucked the bill from him.
"Thanks." Cuddy slid the bill into her purse, making a mental note to give it to Wilson tomorrow.
"Did Wilson come in here today?" House asked.
"Of course he did." Cuddy narrowed her eyes. "House, we agreed-"
"Cool it, Cuddy," House cut her off and crossed the room to her desk. "He doesn't know."
"He seemed pretty suspicious to me," Cuddy replied, pushing her purse strap onto her shoulder before folding her arms across her chest.
House sat down on the edge of Cuddy's desk. "He doesn't know."
"That shouldn't have happened, House." Cuddy let out a sigh, shaking her head.
"But it was so very delightful, you have to admit." House held back a smile.
"It was just a date," Cuddy told him, remembering to keep her distance. "It was just one night."
"That's how it always starts," House agreed, nodding.
"What is that suppose to mean?" Cuddy asked quickly, curious.
House shrugged innocently. "One night turns into 'one more time,' then another 'one more time,' then another and so on. Pretty soon you won't be able to get enough of me, Cuddy."
"Unlike you, I have some self control," Cuddy told him, annoyed at what he was insinuating.
"Right." House raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
"I do," Cuddy insisted.
"I'm sure," House humored.
"You don't think I could last longer than you could without having sex?" Cuddy asked, surprised that House actually believed he had more self control than she.
"It's precisely what I think," House replied.
Cuddy crossed the office. "You want to bet on it, House?"
House smirked at this. "You are a feisty one, aren't you? Even after our wild night, I didn't think-"
"Yes," Cuddy emphasized, cutting him off, "or no?"
House's smirk turned into a smile. "I'm all in."
Fin. However, I clearly set this up for a sequel. Stay tuned!!