"That's the foundation of our entire friendship ," Wilson told the police officer, "If you hadn't been bored one weekend it wouldn't even exist."
"There were thousands of people at that convention" House said, looking Wilson in the eyes, "you were the one person I didn't find boring. That's saying something."
Greg House made his way to the bar, trying to tune out the mind-numbing chatter around him.
"Double scotch," he told the bartender, glancing around him.
As the drink was placed in front of him he could hear a voice from the other end of the bar, being raised above the others.
"Could you please pick a different song already?" said the voice. Even at his young age of twenty-six House could pick out mounting tension in someone's voice.
Taking a place next to the slightly drunk young doctor House introduced himself.
"Greg House," he said, "what've you got against Billy Joel?"
The younger man looked at Greg with slightly blood-shot but, as House could also see, warm brown eyes.
"James Wilson," he said quietly, "and I don't have anything against Billy Joel."
House could now see the envelope next to Wilson and the return address of a law firm…a law firm specializing in divorce. The aversion to "Leave a Tender Moment Alone" became clear. House, however, did not mention the envelope, or the song.
"Are you as bored with these lectures as I am?" House asked, becoming more interested in this young, soon-to-be divorcee.
"Actually I find them pretty interesting," Wilson said, keeping his eyes on the table in front of him, "I just started my residency in oncology and these researchers are on the cutting edge of chemotherapy treatment."
"You actually liked the thing on angiogenesis inhibitors?" House asked, injecting a suitable amount of incredulity into his voice.
"Yeah," Wilson said, turning to House with defiance in his eyes, "I did."
House grinned in spite of himself.
"Me, too."
A/N: Felt inspired by tonight's epi...
:)