Author's Note: Sorry. You can attribute this to a current obsession with Paranormal Activity and a determination to write something.

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Confrontation

Prologue

James Wilson stepped inside the house, and shot a sideways-long glance at his best friend. The moment he had seen the place he had fallen completely in love, but he still needed House's stamp of approval.

Two long minutes passed before impatience finally got the best of him. "So, what do you think," he prompted, determinedly ignoring the sudden flutter of nerves rising in his stomach. He had been looking for suitable lodging for the two of them for weeks now and in his opinion this place was about as close to perfect as existed. Yes, the house was two-storied, but the only thing on the top floor was the bedroom Wilson had claimed for himself. (He had said that it was because he thought that being on separate floors would benefit their friendship, but the real reason was the drastic differences in closet sizes between it and the other two bedrooms on the lower level.) Also downstairs were an expansive kitchen with stainless steel appliances and a chef's oven, and an even larger living room with a wood-burning fireplace. The back patio even had a bricked-in grill for outdoor entertaining.

"It's fine," was House's response. The oncologist couldn't fight the smile spreading across his face, but he didn't care. Success! It's fine was House-speak for Good work.

"It's incredible. And the back yard is freaking huge, which is good in case we ever decide to get a dog. Which," he rushed to add off House's dark look, "we would never do. Ugh. I hate dogs."

House grinned so Wilson did too. It was nice, actually, to envision the life the new place offered. House was finally in a place where his "epic romance" (and, no, Wilson wasn't thinking that phrase with a large dose of sarcasm and biting jealousy) with Cuddy was a distant memory, and the younger man had been thinking of a change in scenery anyway. "So, we're saying yes?"

House shrugged, feigning indifference, but he could see the approval in the diagnostician's eyes. "If you want."