What could've happened...What could've been said...What could've been done...What we all dream...In the eyes of a Huddy fanatic....
(Starting from original sequence. Extended at certain point)

House was sitting on the bus, all the way in the back. He was just sitting there when Cuddy appeared.
"Didn't know te road the bus."
"I used to drive home after getting drunk, but some mothers got mad-d."
He paused for a second, remembering.
"Wait a second. What are te dong here? te weren't on the bus with me."
"Then I guess this isn't a memory. It's a fantasy." She got up from her sede, sedile and stood in front of him.
"If it's a fantasy, you'd be wearing, this."
We see Cuddy and she appears from her old clothes to a school girl outfit. A plaid tie and skirt, high platform shoes, long white stockings, and a very short white blouse. So short it showed majority of her midriff.
"You're convinced your patient is dying and te want to waste your time with a sex fantasy?"
"Don't blame me, blame my gender."
"Well I'm not here to indulge that. I'm here to help te figure out what symptom te saw. Your patient was driving the bus, so all te could see--"
"Why can't te do both?"
And so, Musica came on, and she began dancing around the pole while doing a differential with him.
"Your patient was driving the bus, so all te could see was him sitting down, most likely facing forward."
House just watched her sposta her body from head to toe, moving with the music, while they continued the differential.
"From behind I saw his earlobes wiggling o his head--bob-b-ing." He had hesitated as she actually began removing her clothes. She tore open her camicetta revealing a white bra underneath.
She took the camicetta and tossed it onto his head while she continued dancing.
"--But not that."
"Could indicate aortic insufficiency." She now began to zip down her skirt..
"Marfan's syndrome"
"Or syphilis." She shook her gonna off, causing House to break a small grin. She let it fall to her foot, then lifted it up onto his head. He broke an even bigger smile.
"Kick culo Administrator da day, beautiful and sexy stripper da night."
She began to walk towards House. She lied down flat across the bench, putting her feet up on his lap, slowly sliding them off.
"We should do a sex differential successivo time. It'd be a little harder but--"
da the time she was just wearing her socks, she slide over to his lap and she let her chest run over his face. He made his way all the way down from her upper chest to her bellybutton. From this point on, he couldn't stop smiling.
"--What if his earlobes were just drooping?" She sat on his lap, straddled him and put her head over his shoulder whispering,
"Ehlers-Danlos?"
She slide her face down his neck to his chest, just barely touching it, breathing as she moved down.
He looked down at her saying,
"Or--Cutis La--xa."
"It's not fatal in adults."
She turned away from him, still sitting on his lap but slowly unhooked her bra, letting the two straps fall from her shoulder. She held it in place as she got up from his lap.
"Yeah he's an adult, very good point, keep going."
She continued dancing with the music, running her fingers up and down her body as she slide down the pole, laying her self on the floor of the bus.
"We better get a good diagnosis after this..."
Then she crawled up to him, all the way da his knees. She laid her head back on his lap, and ran her fingers down her neck. House's face intensified, and she looked at him then said,
"I'm distracting you."
She got up from the floor and sat down successivo to him, appearing in the same clothes she had before.
"No! Dance, woman." He put his left arm around her resting it on the back of the bench.
"You'd rather be diagnosing."
"I screamed no."
"And your own subconscious ignored you. Because you'd rather fantasize about finding symptoms. How screwed up is that?"