This is a spoiler for Act Your Age episode…in sorts. This is the turmoil Wilson went through to find a date, and let's just say had NO turmoil during the date, or after for that matter. It's start out with House and Wilson in the cafeteria after House learns Wilson took her out.

Oh, and this is the Wil/Cud.

SERIOUSLY?

CHAPTER ONE – Popping the Question

"You had sex with Cuddy, didn't you?" House asked dumfounded as he sat down across from Wilson in the hospital's cafeteria.

Wilson rolled his eyes, and embarrassed to a degree said, "Yeah, we did."

House's eyes bugged out, his mouth dropping open. "Seriously?" House asked, the 'ly' at a much higher pitch than the rest of the word.

"No."

House stared intently at Wilson for a second and said again, ""You did have sex with her, didn't 'chu?"

Wilson whispered, barely audible, "Yes, I did."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously, we had sex," Wilson insisted, getting a little annoyed House was pressing the issue.

House's chin dropped to the floor and he leaned in begging Wilson to give him the details…

THE DAY BEFORE It was a couple of hours before Wilson had the nerve to ask Cuddy to the play. It was a girlie play, 'Prince Regent Strikes Again but Misses', a comedy. But all the ladies loved the actor in it; they say he's got the sexiest legs and the deepest blue eyes any woman (or man) would want to get lost in. Personally, Wilson thought he had the sexiest leg, but, whatever.

He loved the theatre, had since he was a kid and his parents had taken him with them, though at first he'd grunt and complain, but to no avail. By the time he was in high school, his favorite plays were anything by Shakespeare. He much preferred drama, tragedy or musicals, if they had been on Broadway or of a major acclaim. Smaller companies would tour the country at smaller venues, including Princeton, and while they were sometimes good, more than not they sucked.

But, Robyn never came by to see Fran, hoping to have the nerve by then to ask her out for dinner and he was desperate for some company; besides, he hadn't gone out in over six months – and hitting bars with House was NOT counted as a date.

He never understood why he even took the tickets from House. He had no idea of who he was going to ask, and the play was at 7:45 that night, just six hours away.

He thought of Cameron, but knew House would bust his chops if he did, considering the tension between those two and hoping something would happen.

Then he thought of Chase, and knew he would be instantly bored with him, except for asking him about his S&M adventures.

And Foreman, well, Wilson figured he was too much of a macho man to go to a play; with another girl, yes, to get in her pants, and definitely not with another man. That would jeopardize both their reputations at the hospital. It had already been rumored that House and he were a couple, so, that ruled Foreman out.

And that left only one other person: Cuddy.

He remembered their first 'date', and how awkward it felt for the both of them. He really thought nothing of it, but he just had to prove to House that it was a 'date.' Then, he felt more the fool when he learned from Cuddy that she was indeed trying to conceive and that it was very possible she had taken him out to ask him to father her child. So, he figured he'd squash two birds with one stone and ask Cuddy out to the play, bring up to her having a child and offering to help, and also rub it in that he really had been on a date with her.

So, he finally got the nerve, after three cups of coffee in an hour, to ask her.

He was so nervous and jittery, not helped by the caffeine in the coffee, that his hands were actually shaking and his heart was pounding so fast he thought it would explode out of his chest. Just as he stepped off the elevator and faced the direction of her office he shoved his hands in his pockets trying to make it look natural. He failed miserably.

He walked up to her door and noticed she was on the phone. He sighed, briefly relieved that it wouldn't happen, but then she looked up and noticed him standing there. She waved him in.

He opened the door and walked in, standing right by the door. He shuffled from one leg to the other, one hand in his pocket and the other rapidly taping his upper thigh to some non-existent song.

When she finally got off the phone she smiled at him and told him to sit down.

"I have a feeling this is going to be a long conversation," Cuddy said as she pushed back from the desk and crossed her legs. The skirt she wore was tighter at the knees than it was the waist, and as she did the skirt rid up a bit, showing the upper thigh before the other leg was put into place. "What did House do?"

Forcing back the lump in his throat by a thick swallow he said, "No, no. It's not that. I, uh, House gave me…uh…tickets to a…" He was suddenly lost for words.

Cuddy looked at him strangely, surprised at him for his lack of ability to make out a normal sentence.

Wilson took a deep breath and let it out. "House gave me tickets to Prince Regent Strikes Again but Misses and it's tonight at 7:45 and I was wondering if you are interested in going with me…it's not a date, just like…uh…" He spat the words out so fast they ended up being one long, dragged out, garbled sentence.

"Just like two friends going out?" she finished.

Wilson smiled and finally let out the breath he was holding. "Yeah, exactly."

She smiled back and without even thinking about it said, "Yes, sure, why not. How about dinner? We'll do dutch," she offered.

Wilson's eyes bugged out wondering what the heII 'do dutch' meant then laughed to himself when he remember what it meant. "Sure, dinner, great. Do I, uh, pick you up or meet me there?" he asked, still nervous but a little calmer.

"I have to drop my car off at the shop on the way home and they're driving me home. Why don't you pick me up at 6:00?"

"Good, sounds good," Wilson answered as he stood and turned to leave.

There was a sudden 'thump' and Wilson looked to where the noise came from. He saw that he had inadvertently knocked off the blue and green paper weight on the end of the desk that ended up on the carpeted floor.

"Uh, sorry," he said as he picked it up and set it upright. "See you later."

"Ok, I'm looking forward to it," she said as he walked out without saying another word.

'Looking forward to it?' What the heII did that mean?