Title: Pilot Redux
Rating: T (I guess – for innuendo)
Summary: I’m working on Scrivere a Huddy ending on add-in scene for each episode. This is a continuation of “Pilot”. My first huddy fic so be nice :-)

“5PM…Doctor House checking out…make sure te write that down.” House tosses the last chart onto the desk. He smirks and makes his way to Cuddy’s office, bursting through the doors.

A soft groan of exasperation escapes her lips. “Do te even know how to knock?”

“Of course I do.”

“What do te want, House?”

“I just came da to see if te had any other eloquent pearls...

"Cut!" Greg Y calls.

"Lisa....Love...please control that thing." Hugh groans.

"Control what thing?" Confusion distorts her features

"Your bum...you wiggled your bum."

"I did not wiggle my 'bum'." She imitates his accent.

"You did so!"

"I did not! There was no bum wiggling."

"There was so...Greg, we need to watch the playback."

He chuckles, shaking his head at the duo. "Come on over." He pulls up the last take and the three watch the playback.

"See! I told you...you wiggled your bum!"

"I...um...well, it wasn't intentional!" She laughs, blushing faintly. "I guess we should do another take?"

"Oh hell, no...we're...