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Your POV 

Sitting at a table in a restaurant, House is balancing forks on his beer glass as I watch. Stacy comes back and knocks them off of the glass. 

"I think we should go." 

"No, he'll be here." 

"Your track record isn't all that great, he's already cancelled twice." 

She gives a small sigh, giving a pleading look to House. "He's scared of you." 

"He should be more scared of her." he says as he points at me, smacking his arm his mouth flicks up into a smirk at the corner. 

"Yes, the ex boy toy, that makes sense." 

Glancing at House, his hand comes off the table and onto my leg. He knows I'm getting annoyed, at least more annoyed than I already was. 

"He wasn't scared before." 

"That's right, you think it's a new symptom of a serious ailment." 

"Sudden mood swings, infantile aggression, abdominal pain. He's passed out twice" 

"He's 20 minutes late, we're out of here." 

"Please, he'll be here." she puts her hand on his. Furrowing my brows as I watch her, her eyes practically begging him to help. 

It didn't take long for her husband to walk into the restaurant and find us. He sits down and I raise a brow. 

"Stace?"

House looks up and hums slightly as he sees what he was replaced by. "Hi, Greg House. You must be Matt." 

"Mark." Stacy corrects. 

He looks at me before scanning me up and down. "And who's this?" 

"This is my girlfriend." House says as he puts his hand on the chair behind me. 

"I'm one of the doctors that's going to help cure your sorry ass so you two can go back to where ever you crawled out from." 

Mark sits as he glances away slightly. They have the pissing contest like I thought they would, drinking their drinks quickly in their little contest, Mark looking dizzy, House goes to catch his head, but I grab his hands watching Mark's head hit the table. Smirking slightly, I stand and go to the car as his expensive chariot takes him into the hospital. 

House gets into the car and looks at me. Feeling his gaze I ignore it. Until he leans over before pulling me to him. His arms are around me as I have mine crossed in front of me. Trying to ignore his antics, since they usually work. 

"You let his head hit the table." 

"I wanted to see if it would bounce." 

"I don't like him either." 

"Why? Because he married Stacy when you couldn't?" 

He looks down at me, sitting up and going back to the other side of the car, I look out of the window. 

"I saw how you two were looking at each other while we waited. You drag me out here with you for what? A meal we didn't even get, or was it to rub your old fling in my face." 

He's quiet, his eyes watching me. He was calculating, like he always does. Looking at him, I shake my head before getting out of the car. He gets out and looks at me. 

"Get back in the car." 

"No, I'll get a taxi." 

"(y/n)." 

"No, Greg. I'm damn sure you have feelings for her still." 

"I don't." 

Turning around as i look at him, he's holding onto the trunk of the car, his cane still inside of it as I'm ten feet from the car. 

"Prove it." 

"How am I supposed to do that?" 

"Oh I don't know, not sleeping with her like you want to. Or how about not figuring out whatever her husband has, since I'm sure that's supposed to be some attempt to be able to get her to come back to you." 

He put his hand on his hip as he watches me. 

"Are you fucking kidding me, I'm right aren't I? That was your whole plan, since she got here. She comes back, now with a husband, and you think you can get her back because you think you can do whatever the hell you want!" 

He was quiet as he looks at me. Shaking my head I look at the floor. 

"What does she have that I don't?!" 

"Nothing!" He comes over to me, standing pretty close as his eyes soften. His hands find their way to my hips as he sighs gently. 

"When I was with her, before my infarction, we lived together, yes. After they found out about the muscle in my leg dying and not amputating my leg, when I had thought I  could handle the pain before going into a medically induced coma, she told Cuddy to take the muscle that died out of my leg. Now I'm going to be forever in pain, because she did it without me knowing. I pushed her away from that and we broke up. Every time I looked at her I thought of what she did. How she betrayed me. With you, things are different." 

He looks away as he shakes his head, putting my hands on his face I turn him back to me. 

"Different how?"

"You're here despite my leg, even though I can't pick you up, or run, or walk like I should. You're here and it doesn't bother you. You even help with it, and also save me quite a bit of money from having that prostitute come massage it." 

Smacking his arm, he smiles, pulling me closer to him. Shivering slightly, he takes off his jacket and gives it to me. "You're more than just your leg, missing muscle or not. I don't care you have a cane, or you can't pick me up, and you wobble when you walk. I'm always going to be here, and I'll help you up off the floor as long as you'll let me." 

He looks at me for a second before pulling me into a kiss. Holding me close as his hands hold me against him, his warmth helping with the cold wind that was outside. Looking at him when we pull away I smile gently, rubbing his cheek with my hand as he leans into it. 

"We should probably go fix the dumbass." 

Sighing he nods after a second before we get into the car and head for the hospital. When we get there, Cameron tells us that everything they've ran has been inconclusive. House gives them a list of other things to do, and they go off to do it. MRA's and CT were clean from everything they were looking for. Goldstein does exploratory surgery on him. 

Finding her in the waiting room, I sit across from her, crossing my legs. She looks up and stops her work. "Come to make sure I'm away from House?"

"I think you've done enough to him. Making him have surgery when he's not conscious, one that he really didn't want I might add. Then after 5 years, you come back with your husband who might not actually be sick to wave it in his face and to mess with him." pausing for a second I tilt my head. "No, I'm not threatened by you, I'm pissed off." 

She crosses her arms as she watches me. "Something is wrong with my husband, and I won't cheat on him with House either." 

"We'll see about the husband thing, as for the other one. You'll have more than House's broken heart to deal with when you inevitably leave again if you do." 

Standing I walk back towards the office, Foreman stopping me and telling me that Goldstein only found a distended bladder, nothing else .Having him get the video for House to verify, I go back upstairs.