A/N: Sorry this took so long guys. Thanks for everyone's reviews.

As we all know, this story is entitled Sountrack of an Atypical dayAnd being that, I've decided to end it here. Now, before you start throwing things at me, I've decided to continue it in a kind of part two to this story. It will be called Beat of the Heart-Greatest Love Songs of All Time. It will be set prior to this story, so it will be digging deeper into their past—an endeavor I've not thought myself wanting to explore until now. So it should be interesting. And hey, maybe when I'm done with that, I'll write a third part that would be the sequel to this story. And then I'd be done.

Lol, I hope that's not too confusing… this is now, then the past, then after this…(present, prequel, sequel) whatever,

please enjoy this last chapter and tell me what you think about everything.

Oh, and my spell check isn't working so please excuse any spelling errors, I checked it myself though, but there still might be some errors here and there.

Disclaimer: All characters and songs belong to their respective owners…not me…

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Poison—Bel Biv DeVoe

The Reason—Hoobastank

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Girl, I, must
(warrrrrn yoooooooooou)
I sense something strange in my mind

Light began to filter in softly through the thin material of Cuddy's bedroom curtains causing House to open his eyes slowly at the intrusion. He instinctively went to stretch out his arms, but stopped when he became aware of the unfamiliar pressure keeping him from moving.

Something wasn't right.

The bed was too soft, the floor was too clean, the sheets smelled too good, and there was something weighing him down into the unsettlingly comfortable mattress.

Looking down toward his trapt limb he quickly became aware of his situation.

Situation is (seriooooooooous)
Let's cure it 'cause we're running out of time

Cuddy lie sleeping peacefully next to House—or rather on House, in her bed. Her legs were intertwined between his, her arms draped lazily across his chest, and her head rest heavily on his shoulder, her curly hair splayed wildy over his neck and chest.

House couldn't help but smile at the thought of what they might look like now to anyone who might possibly walk in on them. If he could, he would take a picture; purely for blackmail material, but the fear of what was sure to ensue once she woke up kept him from doing so. That and he didn't have a camera on him at the moment.

He didn't move a muscle for the fear of waking her; certainly not because she felt so good against him.

He smiled sinisterly as a thought occurred to him. He never pictured Cuddy as a cuddler before. He made a mental note to himself to make sure and call her 'cuddles' more often.

Looking to his right he caught sight of her alarm clock, flashing its time at him dimly. If the sun couldn't wake her, that might have a chance.

House tilted his heavily stubble covered chin down towards Cuddy to gaze at her sleeping form.

It's oh, so (beautifuuuuuuuuul)
Relationships they seem from the start

The immaculate room, the crazily comfortable sheets that were so soft it was as if he were sleeping on a pile of puppies, and the general calming feeling this room gave out dominated his senses. But most prominently, the woman currently sharing these soft sheets with him was something he could definitely get used to.

House shook his head of such thoughts as Cuddy shifted in her sleep, stretching out the muscles in her legs and rubbing them along House's in the process. The way Cuddy was rubbing her smooth cheeks across his chest in an almost nuzzling manner made House smile against his will as he remain unmoving in his place on her hed.

He looked again at the clock to his side and sighed softly, his breath carrying down and rustling Cuddy's dark curls softly against his chest. He lifted his chin back up to stare at the ceiling above him and thought about what he was supposed to say or do when she woke up. Or should he wake her up?

House closed his eyes and tried to relax with a deep, calming breath in and out.

He regreted this action though as it turned from a calming gesture to a catalyst for disaster.

It's all so (deadllllllllly)
When love is not together from the heart

This action lifted Cuddy's head up on House's chest as he inhaled and brought her back down along with his exhalation, causing her to stir even more in her sleep before she settled once again on his shoulder.

House's brow furrowed firmly as he looked at Cuddy contemplatively. He experimentally lifted the arm Cuddy wasn't currently holding captive under her body and brought it to her temple where he brushed a strand of loose curly hair away from her peaceful face and returned it to its proper place behind her ear.

It wasn't just because he wanted to touch her, he reasoned with himself, but to more accurately test how heavy of a sleeper she was.

He gently placed his free hand along her jaw line and ran his thumb up and down in a methodical motion across her soft cheek.

He was surprised when she responded by pressing her cheek more firmly against his palm. But he didn't withdraw his own hand from its place against her face, nor did his thumb cease its action of caressing the smooth cheek under it.

House was lost in thought as Cuddy moved again, this time not just a simple leg stretch or head nod. Her leg that was still entangled in his own began to move slowly, traveling up and down House's calf. House's thoughts stopped completely and he lay motionless as he tried to contain his breathing.

It's drivin' me out of my mind!
That's why it's hard for me to find

Her leg eventually seemed to tire of its administrations though and House was relieved. But his relief only lasted for a moment as its motion soon picked up again.

Her smooth legs created a pleasurable sensation in comparison to his own legs as they continued to run up and down. House was surprised even futher when her thigh lifted all the way up to his, almost up to his waist. His thoughts were now helplessly focused on how flexible she was but he was again shocked out of comprehensible thought processes as he felt her knee push up against his crotch.

Can't get it out of my head!
Miss her, kiss her, love her
(Wrong move you're dead!)

House almost jumped out of his skin and he shifted backward quickly in surprise, Cuddy's body sliding down his as he did so and his head bumped against the headboard of Cuddy's bed with a loud bang.

His eyes immediately sought out the angry face of Lisa Cuddy, but was shocked at how heavy of a sleeper she truly was.

That girl is POISOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON...
Never trust a big butt and smile
that girl is POISOOOOOOOOOOOOOON..
("POISON!!")

Still snuggled closer to his body, Cuddy still lay sleeping peacefully. Only now her head wasn't on his chest, but his lower stomach. He was sitting up, his back now resting against the headboard with Cuddy's head almost in his lap. His hands were completely free now and pressed against his aching head. Her hands were resting on his upper thigh, dangerously close to a certain part of his anatomy that would most probably explode if her sleep walking hands found their way over.

[If I were you I'd take pre-
(-cautiooooooooooooon)
Before I start to meet a fly girl, you know?
'Cause in some (portiooooooooooons)
You'll think she's the best thing in the world

In any other situation, this would be a very enjoyable predicament, but now it was a beautiful nightmare.

Cuddy's breath was hot against his crotch and her hands were seemingly restless and curious in her sleep. They tickled his skin and drew upward slowly and unknowingly.

He had to get out of this bed—and fast.

She's so - (flyyyyyyyyyyyy)
She'll drive you right out of your mind
and steal your heart then go blind
Beware she's schemin', she'll make you think you're dreamin'
YOU'LL fall in love and you'll be screamin', demon, HOO..

Not caring about waking her anymore he bolted out of bed like he'd been set on fire, the bed squeeking and the mattress rising upward in the process.

He reached the far end of her bedroom near her door and grabbed his jacket from atop her dresser as he prepared himslf for the worst conversation, or rather screaming match he had ever shared in his life and tensed, his back still turned away from her and towards her bedroom door.

POISOOOOOOOOOOOON...
("POISON!!" )

When nothing came but the sound of her quiet, steady breathing, he became even more nervous and tuned around to inspect why things were so…uneventful.

To his amazement she was still asleep. House let out a deep breath at this sight along with an internal laugh at how heavy a sleeper she truly was and turned again to leave unnoticed.

It's drivin' me out of my mind!
That's why it's HARD for me to find
Can't get it out of my head!
Miss her, kiss her, love her
(Wrong move you're dead!)

"No…" Cuddy's voice startled House and he turned only his head this time. Cuddy looked so small in her big bed all by herself, House mused. She was sprawled out with her arms running up and down the still warm area of the bed House had just hastily vacated almost as if she were searching for him.

Realizing that she was only talking in her sleep, House grabbed his cane from beside the bedroom door, leaning casually against the door frame, and prepared himself to leave once and for all.

That girl is POISOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON...
Never trust a big butt and smile
that girl is POISOOOOOOOOOOOOOON..
("POISON!!")

"Don't leave…" He tried to ignore Cuddy's voice this time, knowing that her words were only limited to her dreams and not meant for him, but the level of pleading and sadness in her voice stopped him as he was about to close the door the the threshold of her bedroom behind him.

He didn't know why he was still there; in her bedroom, but his feet just wouldn't let him go.

I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do

Looking out across the room and at Cuddy he felt like he belonged there. And it wasn't a sense of being territorial or possesive, he just simply felt comfortable. and there were very few times he'd ever felt comfortable in his life, even in his own home, but his favorite place to be, yet most unavailable at the same time, was next to Cuddy, whatever the circumstances; although he had his preferences.

And then he felt it. That unwanted feeling that somehow managed to feel so good and so wrong at the same time had arisen within him. It was that sudden impulse to kiss her.

But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you

"Please…stay…" He wondered what she was dreaming about, but her next word pushed the thought sway from him like a bulldozer until he couldn't care less.

"Greg…"

And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

His feet betrayed him again as they propelled him to her bedside and without thinking of the consequences or the basics of cause and effect, he leaned down and, from a source or reason unkonw to him, he gave into this impulse.

He kissed her.

I've found out a reason for me
To change who I used to be

He pressed his lips to hers softly at first, unmoving as he took in the sensation of simply having her lips pressed against his own. She still didn't stir. He began to move his lips over hers slowly and lightly and was surprised when she did the last thing he expected.

She kissed him back.

A reason to start over new
And the reason is you

He gave in completely as he felt Cuddy administer her own pressure onto his lips. He reached out to cradle her face in his hands as he had done earlier. That's when she stopped.

House now found himself staring eye to eye with Cuddy. Their lips were still touching, but unmoving. Cuddy's face was the epitome of confusion.

She moved her head back and away from House and looked all around her. Her confusion only intensified when she realized she was in her bedroom. With House. In her bed.

I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with everyday

Cuddy almost jumped to the other side of the room in surprise, pulling the covers off her bed with her.

If the outlook of the conversation was bad before, now it was horrible. Why did he have to kiss her?

And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away

"What are you doing here?!" Cuddy almost screemed, causing House to flinch from the loudness that shocked his ears from the recent quiet of the bedroom.

"Calm down okay," he tried in vain to diffuse the situation as he approached her.

She backed away quickly, but her back hit the wall behind her. She was having intense flashbacks right now and didn't like it one bit.

"What the HELL are you doing here, House?!" her voice only grew louder as she repeated her question causing House to stop in his tracks as he approached her.

And be the one who catches all your tears
That's why I need you to hear

House's voice was still soft and calming. "It's okay, look at yourself; look at me." He gestured to himself innocently, "We still have clothes on, I swear nothing happened." He tried to insert some of his usual sarcasm to the conversation to lighten the mood and convert it back to normal, "Although you don't nessecarily have to be naked to have sex." It didn't help.

I've found out a reason for me
To change who I used to be

Cuddy looked at herself and was even more confused to see herself in the same outfit she was in the day before, now wrinkled and dishelved. She dropped the covers and pushed past House to nervously pace the floor of her bedroom at the foot of her bed. Her face told him she was distressed and had little memory of the night before. The only memories that did come to her were far off though. Years ago she recalled a similar situation, but with one new difference—he was still here.

A reason to start over new
And the reason is You

House quietly attemped to leave, not knowing what else to say or do, but Cuddy stopped him. "Where are you going?" she asked inquisitively.

I'm not a perfect person
I never meant to do those things to you

House played the part of the confused one now, "I just wanted to make sure you got home safely," he shugged his shoulders. "Here you are," he explained himself, "I can leave now." he stated simply.

And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

"What, what happended?" Asked Cuddy, her voice lowered to a proper level now after being able to collect herself from her shock.

"You were drinking; I took you home." he answered abruptly.

I've found out a reason for me
To change who I used to be

"Then you stayed the night?" added Cuddy incredulously.

A reason to start over new
And the reason is you

House was silent for a moment. A rare occurance that made even Cuddy uncomfortable.

"I was tired…" he offered lamely.

Cuddy walked up closer to him, her voice lowered beyond normal now. "You kissed me."

I've found out a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know

House's eyes traveled to the floor at his feet and took a step back, his hand gripping the head of his cane tightly.

"Why?" Cuddy asked softly. She was less angry than he would've expected, and now, he actually wished for the anger rather than this interrogation.

A reason for all that I do

He lifted his eyes to hers and his throat tightended as his heart constricted. "You know why." he said, equally as soft, but turned to leave as quickly as the words had been uttered.

And the reason is you

Cuddy was left speechless this time as she watched House's back retreat from her bedroom. The words weren't forming on her tounge so she resorted to alternative methods to stop him from leaving. She reached out and grabbed House's arm.

He stopped and looked over his shoulder, devoid of any emotion. He looked down to where Cuddy's hand was gripping his arm and his jaw clenched. He couldn't stay. He couldn't stand her hand on his arm and not be able to hold it himself. He couldn't do a lot of things. But he knew in his heart that he could never be with her.

"Forget it." he said firmly, causing Cuddy to release her grip on his arm. House released a labored breath and continued, saying something that killed him inside. But it had to be done. "That's what we're good at." he said factually. It wasn't what he wanted to say. It never was. How could he tell her she was his reason for everything that he did. He had been trying to figure that out since the moment he saw her. This was just…easier. With that last statement, he finally dissapeared from view, avoiding Cuddy's eyes and leaving her alone once again…but he was wrong.

She had never forgotten. And she never would.

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A/N: Please don't hate me. Tell me what you think though. And look forward to more—in my prequel that is. Just don't wait up for it. Please review!!! See you in some other story ;D