Don't own any of these folks. But lets raise a drink to those who do and slowly grumble under our breath as we hide our jealousy.

A/N First attempt at a proper multi-chapter. Hopefully it will work but if it turns all shit on me I'll just delete it and rid the world of it's needless suffering.

Wilson's older brother is admitted to A&E at PPTH but he takes little interest. House is curious to find out why. Cameron wants to heal the apparent rift.

Enjoy :D

James Wilson sat at his usual table in the cafeteria when a familiar hand reached down and swiped half of his turkey sandwich of the plate. Wilson sighed wearily. "It's a condition you know?"

House took a chunk out of the sandwich with one swift bite. "What is?"

Wilson grimaced at the lump of white mush rolling around in House's open mouth. "You stealing my food. I believe it has been noted down as Greedy Annoyance Disorder or as it is more commonly known Opportunistic Tight Ass Disorder"

"Oh you've been making those up for a long time." House stuffed the rest of the sandwich into his face.

"Just for moments like this obviously." Wilson put his head back down and continued reading his newspaper.

"My my, who has got your delicate jock strap in a twist?" House leaned back in the flimsy wooden chair and placed his hands behind his head.

"Nobody. I just didn't sleep much last night. The neighbours have got this new dog who keeps barking all night." Wilson scribbled down a crossword answer in the newspaper.

"Kill it," House stated nonchalantly. "Or at least kick it over a fence or something."

Wilson nodded. "Yes House, killing the neighbours dog would make the situation so much better. While I'm there I'll just stick their child's head in the toilet to stop him screaming about his toys going missing."

"Why not? You'll get peace at least." House began eyeing up the fries that Wilson had left looking lonely on his plate. "You going to eat those?"

"Will it make an difference if I was?" Wilson raised his eyebrows.

"No." House's hand shot out and grabbed a handful of fries which he then ate one by one by tossing them into the air and letting them fall into his mouth. "They are better than yesterdays fries."

"Probably because you had to pay for them yesterday," Wilson retorted.

House mouthed childishly back at Wilson and then rose out of his seat. "Well my work here is done. I'm going to leave before you start lecturing me on the hidden meaning behind my food snatching. I'll just get really bored then." House leaned and took a quick look at Wilson's crossword.

"See you later then." Wilson gave a limp hand wave.

"Three down is Southampton. 'English port where the RMS Titanic began it's maiden voyage' is Southampton. I thought you would have got that one."

Wilson re-read the clue and nodded in approval. "Thanks." He quickly scrawled the answer into the boxes. "I've never seen that movie."

House opened his mouth in shock. "Where were you in the 90s? In a hole? Everyone has seen that movie, even the Pope has seen that movie and he's against extra-marital affairs." House turned to the rest of the cafeteria. "Hey! Can I have your attention please? Anyone who hasn't seen the movie Titanic raise your hand." House saw three hands shoot up in the air. Two were from an extremely elderly couple near the window and the other was from a small boy who house assumed was about four or five years old.

Wilson turned and counted the hands. "See I am not the only one."

House guffawed. "Yeah but the couple at the back are pretty much fossilised and that child over there probably doesn't even know what Titanic is."

Wilson folded his paper onto the table. "If it makes you feel better I will rent it and watch it sometime this month. Then we can discuss it." He folded his arms across his chest and waited for House's reply.

"Fine. But you can't let me down Jimmy. I don't know who else I can talk to about my emotions about Jack Dawson's death." House mockingly raised his eyebrows and put his hand to his mouth. "Whoops. Didn't mean to spoil the ending for you."

Wilson shook his head and smirked. "Goodbye House." Wilson watched as House limped his way out of the cafeteria. He then picked up his paper and took his plate back to the worker on the till. The worker gratefully accepted and gave Wilson a smile.

Wilson grabbed his lab coat off the back of the chair, folded it over his arm and left in a haste. He was desperate to get back to his office and get the increasing amount of paperwork on his desk done and sent off. Most of it was patient referrals and prescription papers. Very tedious but very necessary paperwork. House would call him a loser for staying behind after his shift just to finish his work but it was important for Wilson to have his files all in check just in case the worst happens. Surprisingly, Wilson didn't have any examinations to do for the rest of the day, just the usual rounds at 4pm. He made the most of days like this. Any day where he wasn't needed to change medication or watch a patient pass away was very rare occurrence indeed.

When he got to his office he flung himself onto his black couch and sighed. House had a case so he was unlikely to be disturbed unless House needed a consult or an epiphany. He had already informed the nurses on the Oncology ward to page him only if it was extremely important. The time was his to do his paperwork and maybe sneak in a nap.

He fumbled his hand around the floor searching for his briefcase and found it poking out the bottom of the desk. He sat up, flipped open the buckle and pulled out a huge wad of purple files and loose paper. He took a seat behind his desk and dropped the paper on the desk with a loud thump. Grabbing a pen from his tub, he flicked open the first file and began scribbling the details needed.

Wilson managed to get about four files done before he was disturbed by a fast knock on his wooden door. Still looking down at his work he beckoned them in. "Come in."

"Hey Wilson." It was a familiar female voice somewhat out of breath.

Wilson looked up to see a slightly dishevelled looking Cameron smiling in her usual sweet manner. "Um.. Hey." He put down his pen. "What's up?"

"I have a patient in A&E..."

"...Do you need a consult? I am kind of swamped here." He gestured to the paper mosaic on his desk.

"No. No. It's your brother. He wants to see you."

"Danny is here." Wilson's eyes widened and he went to rise out of his chair. "What's happened?"

"No not Danny. Your other brother. Ben I think he said his name was."

Wilson froze before slowly sitting back down on his chair. "Oh."

Cameron furrowed her eyebrows and frowned. "What? You don't want to see him?"

Wilson sat silently and instead of answering he picked up his pen and continued to write.

"Wilson. He's not serious if you wondering."

"I wasn't." Wilson continued to write in a rather aggressive manner.

"He is asking to see you. What should I say?" Cameron gestured defensively. She was taken aback by Wilson's lack of interest in his brother's well-being.

Wilson threw his pen down on the desk, stood up and placed his hands on the desk. "Say nothing. I'm not here." He walked round from behind his desk and placed his hand on the edge of the door. "Now if you don't mind I have work to do."

"Um..um...OK. Sorry I disturbed you. I just thought..."

"...Well you thought wrong. Just go." Wilson gestured his hand to the corridor.

Cameron nodded slowly, turned her back and stepped out of Wilson's office. She squeezed her eyes closed and grimaced as the slam of the office door reverberated through her ears. Slowly she wandered back down the hall towards the stairs. What was all that about? She stopped in her tracks before she opened the doors to the stairs. House might know.