An: This has been on my computer for like...ever. During Fall From Grace. Don't own the show, if I did, Cuddy wouldn't be gone, and we wouldn't be in the crap hole we're in.

Cuddy heard the soft sounds of her breath as she breathed. She felt the rise and fall of her chest, as well as her hands on her diaphram as she inhaled, and exhaled. She also had a feeling that she was not the only one that noticed how she looked in bed while she slept. Cuddy opened her eyes. House was sitting in a chair, a few feet from her side of the bed, the left side. He balanced his cane with a few fingers so it remained upright, and he was leaning forward with his chin hovering centimeters above it. Cuddy scrunched her eyes closed tightly, then opened them wide and blinked rapidly a few times, trying to wake herself up. "Why is it, that the only thing that surprises me about you being in my bedroom in the middle of the night, is that it's your wedding night?" She sighed, he wasn't sure why, maybe because she's tired, cause she's annoyed...cause it hurts to see him.

House tapped his cane once on the ground and looked away for a second before answering, "It's one thing to think about someone else while you're with a prostitue, kind of impolite to do it when you're with your wife." He nodded slightly.

Cuddy twisted her body until she was in a sitting position against the headboard. "Does Wilson know you think about him while you have sex?"

He smiled slightly and looked between his legs at the floor. When he looked up, he wasn't smiling anymore. He looked at her very seriously, and said in an equally serious voice, "I think about Wilson a lot."

Cuddy was quiet a few seconds, and if it hadn't been so dark, he would have seen her mouth open and close a few times. "Even when you're with hot, young, Russian prostitues?" She managed to keep the hurt out of her voice quite well she thought.

"Especially then."

"Wilson must be flattered," she said, her tone unchanged.

"I think she's still upset."

"I'm telling WIlson you called him a girl."

They just looked at eachother for awhile. House sighed and looked back at the floor, "I've been thinking about Wilson a lot."

"I think WIlson's been thinking about you too." She admitted

He looked up at her, "Good or bad?"

"Both," she answered quietly.

He looked back at his hand and tapped the cane twice lightly. "Yeah. Story of my life."

"House, I'm tired. I've had a really long week."

"K, I'll see you Monday."

"You should be getting home anyway," she reasoned as he stood. "Don't want to wake her up."

He hesitated a second, before telling her, "She's not in bed. I told you, it would be impolite." Her mouth opened just a little and he crossed the room to her bedroom door. House put his hand on the knob, and took a deep breath, "I'm sorry for being an ass. You know it's my go to idea." He opened the door and left.

Cuddy sat where she was, stunned. She heard him limp down the hall, open and close the door, and then the lock click. Cuddy sat looking at the door for a long time, not exactly sure what had just happened. But entirely sure, that normal wasn't even close to what this was.