A/N: Our Second "First Date" was written for the Fox/House Saturday Night Writing Challenge. It incorporates the following prompts:
1. Word Prompt - Quixotic 2. Song Title Prompt – "Do You Kiss On The First Date?" by Danko Jones

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Our Second "First Date"

Chapter 1 - Words

"Chase, you're an idiot!"
House sat at his desk, shaking his head in disbelief at the folded newspaper in his hand.

"Knock, knock …"
"Hey Wilson, c'mon in."

"You do remember that you fired Chase? He won't be answering you." Wilson teased.

"Ya think?
I was sorting through some papers and found one of his old crosswords in amongst these files.
Look at this. The stupid Wombat couldn't get figure out the answer to "17 Down".
It's quixotic."

"Now that's a surprise, considering how often we use the word quixotic in our everyday lives."
A broad grin spread across Wilson's face.
"Exactly! See, I knew you'd understand.
He had the "Q" and everything! Thank God he's not working for me anymore."

"Thank God."
"You're mocking me." House said, glaring mildly at Wilson. He scribbled in the answer and set the newspaper aside, content with the knowledge that the puzzle was solved.
"Not in the least. I just find it amusing how bothered you are by this."
"Well you know what it means, don't you?"

"Of course. It means noble and unselfish to an almost impractical extent … it describes you perfectly House." Wilson was have a very hard time keeping a straight face.
"Okay, now I know you're mocking me. But you know who it does describe?"
"No, who?"
"Cameron."

Wilson smiled, quietly observing how quickly House's thoughts turned to Cameron these days.

"Yes it does. Speaking of Cameron, it's her first day back. Have you seen her yet?"
"Nope." House pretended to tidy his desk to avoid eye contact with Wilson.
"Are you going to?"
"Nope."

"Why not?" Despite his best efforts, an exasperated sigh escaped from Wilson's lips.
"She's the one that left. It's up to her to come see me first."

"Stop being so childish House. You know you want to see her."
"No, you want to see her."

"I already have."
He paused and looked up at Wilson.

"How is she?" House asked with discernable sorrow in his voice.
"She's good, happy and she looks incredible."

"Did she happen to ask …?"
Wilson spoke gently. "No, I'm sorry House. She didn't ask about you."

His defenses went up. "That's not what I was going to say."
"O-k-a-y. What were you going to ask me?"
"Dunno. You made me forget."

"Well anyway, I did find out a couple of things, if you're interested."
"Nah … I don't care." House said, feigning indifference.

Everyone lies …

Wilson continued. "Well, she's changed her hair."
"She didn't cut it, did she?"
"No, it's still long. But she's a blonde now."
"Blonde? …humph … she was perfect the way she was …" he said, with a far-away look in his eyes.

"Did you ever tell her that House?"
"You know I didn't. What else did you find out?"
"This is the best part … she's broke up with Chase! Isn't that great?" Wilson said enthusiastically.
"I don't care," grumped House, "it doesn't have anything to do with me."

"Fine … have it your way House. Let's change the subject. What's in the shopping bags?"
"Well I was cleaning up my office …" he began.
"It looks great, by the way."
"Thanks and I found stacks and stacks of mail, so I divided it up and I got five shopping bags full."

"That's all mail?"
"Yea, well it's been piling up since Cameron left me … I meant to say left … so when my new ducklings start tomorrow, they're each going to get a bag."
"Ahh, starting them off with an important assignment, I see." said Wilson facetiously.
"Exactly!"

Wilson shook his head and laughed as he headed for the door. "Lunch?"
"Yea, I'll see you at noon. It's on you, right?"
"Right House … it's on me."