The Bet

"There is no way," House said, taking a slurp of his best friend's diet coke to wash down a bite of sandwich that he had also stolen. "Cuddy's desperate, and Cameron and Chase are fighting, but the others don't have anything going wrong in their lives for you to fix."

"Do you want to make a bet?" Wilson retorted, finishing off the half of his sandwich that House hadn't stolen and opening his bag of chips. "Anything you want if you win."

"Anything?" House's eyes lit up.

"Well, within reason. We'll talk about it when and if you win. Which you won't, because I'm that good."

House snorted. "Right. You're on."

"What do I get if I win?" Wilson asked, swatting House's hand away from his bag of potato chips. "When I win."

"What do you want?" the diagnostician asked, succeeding in snatching the bag away from his friend.

"I want…" Wilson thought for a moment, "I want you to make me dinner. Real cooking, no take-out crap! And I want you to come to the musical with me next weekend."

"Sounds like a date to me," House said with a grimace.

"Oh get over your intimacy issues. Do we have a deal?"

"By five o'clock next Friday." House shook Wilson's offered hand and handed him back the empty bag that had contained potato chips and stood up. "I've got to go, saving lives and all that. You'd better get that libido into gear, stud." With that, House departed, leaving Wilson shaking his head. In the past he had made bets with House about things and he always lost, but he had been beaten by House for the last time, he decided.

House had brought up the topic of Wilson's sexual prowess at lunch, which was not hugely surprising, and had jokingly wondered if Wilson could actually sleep with Cuddy. House had concluded that if Cuddy was vulnerable enough anyone could sleep with her and that with Wilson's practice it would be easy. Wilson was obviously offended. The one thing that he took pride in more than his hair was his love making skills. He had suggested that he could bed any or all members of House's team, past and present in addition to Cuddy and had predicted that he could accomplish his goal in under 2 weeks.

Of course with his track record for winning bets with his best friend, House had been all over that proposition and now Wilson was left to plan his systematic seduction of Chase, Cameron, Foreman, Taub, Kutner, Thirteen, and Cuddy. Perhaps it would be better to cancel all consults with his patients, he thought, but quickly shot down his own idea: his conscience would never allow him to skimp on patient care, even to do something so important as to win a bet with House, his longtime friend and rival. Of course the incentive of sleeping with seven attractive individuals was alluring, but what he really wanted was to prove to House that he wasn't always right…and to get dinner out of it.

Wilson rose from the table with a smirk and gathered up his trash. He had a patient due in his office at one and as soon as the patient was gone he planned to lure Cameron up to his office. House had been right in stating that Cameron and Chase were having problems, and she would be the easiest to get at first. The others would need a little more work, but Wilson was sure that his friendship with Cameron would guarantee his acceptance into her bed for a comfort fuck. She was just vulnerable enough to give him the boost of self-assurance that would carry him on to the next doctor on his list. It would be fun and he would be able to get one seduction out of the way early on.

With a spring in his step, Wilson headed upstairs to get to work. It was going to be a good week, he determined.