disclaimer: House isn't mine...poop.

The light tittering of her laughter filtered over the speaker phone as he told her about his most bizarre clinic case this week. He smirked, leaning heavily on his cane as their conversation ensued, him making comments at all the right moments. They discussed everything; from the weather to the directional growth of palm trees. Ridiculous, yes, but they were busy catching up on time that, in his humble opinion, never should have been lost.

She sounded good enough, he decided, for moving to Baltimore and working her new job at St. Joseph's.She sounded like she was doing just fine. He smirked. Except, he was sure, for the part where she was missing him like crazy.

Abruptly and against both of their wishes, she was called away. She apologized and they said their good-byes.

And Dr. House sighed, limping away from Wilson's door. He really had to learn how to stop eavesdropping on his friend and Cameron's phone calls.

"I know you're there," Wilson called out. "You can come in now."

House froze. How had he been seen? He had been so sure he was being damn sneaky...Nevertheless, he sighed and headed back into the room. "Fine. You caught me." He took a deep breath, making it sound as though he were about to admit to committing a murder. "Cuddy blocked my phone for the time being, and I need to use yours so that I can order take-out from that lovely little Chinese place a few streets down."

And entirely believable-and true-story. Too bad Wilson didn't see it that way.

"Nice try," Wilson said, crossing his arms over his chest. "I might even believe it, too, it you hadn't used it already."

Had he? He couldn't remember. Damn it, he was losing his touch. He had been sure that the only person he'd used that excuse on was that one intern, so that he could listen in more discreetly. What had that kid's name been, anyway?

"I mean, seriously. You could just call her up yourself. She's asked about you..." he shurgged. "...once or four times. I think she'd appreciate it."

"Mmm-hmm." Terry? Had it been Terry? It began with a 'T'...

"I mean, she's going through a lot. She just moved and relocated herself, and..." Wilson examined his friend closely. "Are you even paying attention?"

"Hearing every word." He tapped his ear for emphasis. Damn it, what was that kid's name? Taylor? Tyler?

Wilson eyed him doubtfully, a single eyebrow raised. Taking in a deep breath, he said, "So like I was saying, Cameron and I decided on a date for our wedding. June eighth. You're best man; wear something snappy. By the way, do you think that roses or daisies would be better for her bouquet? Allison and I can't decide."

"Roses, definitely." Tim...Tom...THOMAS! That was it. Wait..."What!"

Wilson laughed at House's outraged expression. "I knew you weren't paying attention. If you had, I'm pretty sure I'd have a cane shaped mark going across my head by now."

Willing himself to calm down, he said, "James! I'm shocked; I didn't know you were into that kind of thing."

His best friend rolled his eyes and walked out the door, muttering loud enough so that House could hear, "I'm not...but Cameron is."

Then there was a rather loud 'SMACK' as a shoe hit him in the head. He whirled around, coming face to face with House and an intern. House only had one of his Nike Shox on, and was mouthing ridiculously that the intern had done it.

Wilson rolled his eyes and strolled down the hall, rubbing his head.

The door to House's office opened, and Foreman entered with an armful of mail. He dropped the mail onto House's desk."There ya go," he said, stretching his arms and turning to walk out. "Man, I have no idea how Cam managed to carry all that crap."

House didn't reply, for sitting on top of the pile was a rather normal, white, ominous looking envelope.

And evelope with a return address that read:

ALLISON CAMERON

TBC...

sry about the short chapter; i'm slightly 'bleh'