Disclaimer: I don't own House. If I did Huddy would be dead and Hilson would rule the world…

A/N: First House fic, so constructive crit would be great. I am attempting darknessversuslight's deviantART 100 Theme Writing Challenge, so we'll see how that works out. I am going to do my best to post one of these a day… they are mostly going to be short although not quite drabble-short.

Also these are all one-shots unless ohterwise stated.

Warning: Pre-slash or slash (House/Wilson) so if you don't like that… I would recommend reading something else. Also these are un-beta'd so they might not be great, again constructive crit is great!

Puzzles

1. Introduction

Cuddy had begun to regret bring House to the Christmas Donor Banquet from the time he had arrived scowling and irritable already with Wilson in tow.

"I told you to bring a date." Cuddy hissed, deciding to tackle that rather than start on the Making-House-Act-Friendly front.

"I did." House grinned, waving to Wilson.

"Right." Cuddy felt as though she should just give up now. "You've got to be social. Go and talk to the donors. Just for a while."

House's scowl deepened, Wilson nudged him in the ribs and asked, "Remember what I said earlier?"

House sighed, "Fine. I'll go and play nice." He stomped away, grabbing Wilson by the wrist to tow him along.

Cuddy was left in shock, wondering what Wilson had said earlier. She shrugged it off, there would be time to worry about that later. For now, she circulated talking the donors and making introductions.

An hour later she realized that House had not come to whine at her once, or done anything terrible to make the donors come whine at her. In fact, she hadn't seen him since his arrival.

Never the less, she extricated herself and walked along following the wall of the hall. After a few minutes she came across a small alcove.

"Cuddy's gonna come looking for me eventually…" a voice panted.

"Worry about that. When it happens." Another voice replied.

Shit, Cuddy thought.

"Mmmm, ok." House practically purred.

When she heard the moan she knew she had to act quickly.

"House! Wilson! Get the hell out of there now, go home!" She growled and stalked away. She could handle the introductions, and the temperamental donors by herself.