This could be just a one shot or it could grow depending on how it's taken in by the readers and if I get more ideas on how to elaborate. I just stumbled into this one so bear with me.

Musical Meditation

He always had it. He would carry is Ipod around everywhere he went, incase he needed to escape an uncomfortable situation or just got bored in some waiting room, or had some free time. He had always been up to speed with personal music devices, assuming that he's had one since he actually became involved in listening to music hardcore if you will. It made its first real appearance to Wilson pretty close to when the infarction happened and it hasn't disappeared since. Part of Wilson loved that Ipod, so much that he bought one for himself hoping that it could work its magic on him. Another part of him hated it. He hated it because it could comfort his best friend in a way that he couldn't and he wished he had the power to comfort in that same way.

In many ways the Ipod saved the both of them as well as their friendship. Years ago, when their friendship was first tested, during the infarction it saved Wilson from confrontation and House from anger and pain. Most of the time, House was in mild to moderate pain which meant he was watching television and causing chaos. That's not to say that his music was far away. It was always at an arms length away at most, in case his pain mounted and he needed the relief that medication couldn't offer. His music was like his meditation. The beats, rhythms and lyrics offered more relief than anyone could give. There were times when Wilson could help but the music helped the most. Little did Wilson realize at the time that increased pain resulted in a severely angry House which would have been seen by Wilson and he would have been the target for the anger if meditation wasn't readily available. There were days when the music didn't work, those were absolutely horrible days. Wilson used the music as a gauge to tell how House was doing. Extremely loud, can hear the music through the headphones was at least an 8 where quiet not noticeable noise was around a 5.

Everyday after therapy the headphones went on. The Ipod was always in Wilson's passenger seat waiting for House to don the headphones and disappear into musical oblivion. The music relaxed him and allowed him to function after the hour of hell he had just endured. Throughout the years Wilson had seen the Ipod work its magic and decided to experience it himself. He had dealt with enough pain with divorce after divorce that he was ready for some musical meditation. He went out and bought an Ipod of his own and couldn't wait for it to work its magic on him like he had seen it do for House countless times.

Just as he hoped it did in fact work. It worked so well that he carried his everywhere just as he had seen House do in the past. House found it one day while looking in Wilson's jacket for some gum or something.

"You have an Ipod?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

"I saw how well it de-stressed you all those times so I decided to try it."

"Did it work?"

"Yes it did."

"Good."

The conversation ended there but that was not the end of the Ipod discussion. House was secretly glad that he could help his friend in such an indirect manner. His Ipod practically saved his life; at least he thought and was glad that it could help Wilson as well. House did want to find out how it helped Wilson and see if it worked the same as it did for him. That would be a whole other conversation at a whole other time.

Note: I left the end kind of open in case I do want to elaborate, but let me know how you feel via reviews if you want me to continue if you are interested in this fic. Thanks for reading!