House entered Wilson's office and took a seat on his couch, waiting for his old friend to look up from his paperwork.
"I slept with her." He blurted out, twirling his cane in his hand, careful to not look at Wilson as he looked up at House in amazement.
"Well, finally!" He said, slamming his hands down on his desk, a smirk forming across his face. "I knew you two were going to do it soon enough."
"I didn't know you were so interested in our relationship." House spat back at him.
"So you two do have a relationship?" Wilson asked, his eyebrow arching in intrigue. Wilson had tried to date Cuddy a few years ago, and he had decided against it when he had seen the way the two had looked at each other. There was something there; they just had to find it.
"No!" House retorted, turning his head away from Wilson. "After all our years of friendship, do you think I would ever want to be in a relationship, especially with the boss?"
Wilson looked at his dear friend and just smiled, standing up and walking towards the door. "You are in love with Cuddy." He whispered as he made his way down to the clinic.
House just sat in Wilson's office, afraid and angry about what he had just said. He was not in love with Lisa Cuddy. If anything he…he loved her.
"House. " Came a voice from the doorway. It was Cuddy. He immediately put on his best hard-ass face and turned to look at her.
"Cuddy." He responded, rising and walking over to her to retrieve the patient folder she was holding.
"You have a case."
"Thanks, didn't realize that already." He responded gruffly, wiping the small smile off her face. She just stared at him a moment before turning and walking away. How could he be so insensitive? Oh, right. He was Greg House, World's Biggest Asshole.
"Lisa." He said, grabbing her arm and whirling her around. Her eyes met his, and they spent a moment just looking at each other, before he let her go.
It was going to be a long Christmas Eve.
The girl turned out to have been pregnant, and had abandoned the baby. Cuddy set out to find the body of the young newborn.
"Cuddy, it's snowing and cold outside." House was arguing with her again. They seemed to have spent more time arguing since House had spent the night.
"I have to go find that baby, House." She said, wrapping her scarf around her neck. "I have to…I just have to." And he had walked out of her office.
She had found the baby, alive, and brought her back to the hospital. She was standing in the NICU when House walked in to stand beside her.
"I'm going to be her foster parent, and then she will be my daughter." Cuddy said, a tear appearing in her eye, sliding down her face.
"Merry Christmas, Cuddy." House said, before walking towards the door. At the door, he turned and looked back at Cuddy. She looked so happy, even if he could only see her back, and her finger grasped in a tiny fist. She turned around to face him.
"Greg, we need to talk about this."
"We already did."
"No, we need to tell each other the truth. I love you Greg, and I need to know if you want a relationship." Cuddy looked up at House, taking a step closer to him. He felt stifled.
"Cuddy…Lisa…I…I don't think a relationship between us will work." He said flatly, avoiding eye contact with her.
"House, why can't we just try?" She sniffed, trying to hold off the tears. She turned from him, taking her new daughter out of the crib. She turned back to House, and said, "Do you want to hold her?"
"I….uh…Lis…" But he had no choice as he placed the baby in his arms. He looked at her, and looked up at Cuddy, who was now smiling and looking at them both with love. She could definitely get used to the scene in front of her, House smiling at the baby as she looked up at him, grasping his ling finger in her little fist.
"Please, Greg? You are always taking chances. Why not take a chance with us?" She came closer, placing a gentle kiss on his lips, not giving him a chance to answer her. They both looked down at the little being that had given them both the strength to talk and take a chance.