WILSON!!
The two men were sitting on the couch one evening, watching „Cast Away" on the tv..
House sniggered every time a certain vollyball came into the picture. Wilson just rolled his eyes.
„House" he said evetnually, „It's not that funny, you know. There are bound to be other people called Wilson."
„Yeah... but the similarities are just too much..."
„Ha, Ha"
„Oh, come on. It was your idea in the first place. I distinctly remember you saying 'House, please lets watch it. It will be fun' in that whiny voice, you always use when you try to push people to do something they don't want to do."
Wilson sighed. „I knew, I was going to regret this..." he murmured.
The next morning.
„WILSON!!" a voice screemed through the hospital corridor, the moment Wilson left his office. „WILSON!! I'm sooooo sorry. I can't! I'm sooo sorry!"
Dreading what he would see, Wilson looked around. There he was, his nemesis... the nail to his coffin... the... he ran out of metaphors.
House stood in front of his office, one arm outstretched as if trying to reach his friend, his face screwed up into a mock-despairing visage.
„Oh, shut up!" Wilson murmured and turned around to head for the elevator.
the end