Disclaimer: I own House MD... nah, I lied, but so does everyone else.
Summary: Alternate ending to 'Let Them Eat Cake.' What if the girl hadn't been in House's office when Cuddy came by? Huddy!
A/N: This is my very first House fic. I was watching the reruns of House, and they send this episode, and I just couldn't let it end the way it did. It's short, but I just had to get it out. Please R&R.

Not in a Million Years

House sat in his office with his eyes close, thinking. He couldn't believe he had done that. He had said no to another woman, even though she was the one who had pointed out he had three hours left. But something had held him back, and he had just thanked her for everything and left. That was not his normal behaviour. What the hell was wrong with him. Stupid question, he already knew.

Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of clicking heels on the hallways. He knew that sound well, and knew who would come in, in five... four... three... two... one. The door opened and the sound of her steps came nearer and nearer before coming to a sudden halt.

"House, I need to talk to you," she said. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at her with his beautiful blue eyes. Cuddy stiffened. She saw something in his eyes, something she hadn't noticed, but now became evident. Feelings she had never seen before in House, even when he was with Stacy.

"Cuddy, state your business in ten words or less. I prefer the latter."

"Thank you," she said, "for the desk."

"What desk? I don't know anything about the desk. Well, you can sit by one and do your work, but that's just a general desk thing."

"Oh, stop pretending. You know I had that desk in Med-school, and for some reason you decided to have it brought to my office. The only other person who knows about that desk is my mom, and she doesn't know about my office, you are the only person left."

"Well done, Sherlock Cuddy, but why would I do that? I mean, it's a selfless act, with a very slim chance it will benefit me in the end, so why?" he had risen from the chair and now stood directly in front of her. "Why?"

"Because you have the hots for me," she said boldly. He raised his eyebrows and looked at her curiously, before he said: "Is that wishful thinking, Dr. Cuddy?"

"No," she said but despite her efforts, she did feel warmness in her cheeks. Stop blushing, she instructed herself. "No, it's the truth" she turned around to leave, when House gently grabbed her shoulder.

"You're right," he said. "I did get the desk for you."

"So you've agreed to fifty percent of the statements I've made tonight. When will you agree to the last?"

"Not in a million years," House said. She nodded slowly and once again tried to leave. This time no hand stopped her, and she continued to walk, her back turned to him as she tried to hide her disappointment. For a moment she had thought he would finally break, finally admit he had feelings for her. But she had waited for what felt like a million years, and she could wait a little bit longer.

"Lisa," House suddenly said. She frowned with the door to his office open wide. It had been so long since he had last called her Lisa. She turned around and looked at him again. He stood there with a truly sincere smile on his lips. "Dinner tonight?"

When he saw the confused look on her face, he quickly put in: "I said not in a million years, but this is now, and unless time has gone extremely fast a million years hasn't passed yet"

Cuddy smiled broadly. This was it. This was what she had been waiting to hear for so long. How could she say no?

"I'll get my coat," she said and left, feeling truly happy for the time in months. Maybe, the future wasn't as dark as it had seemed to her before.

The end