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A/N:Hello all! Just a quick note that the transliterations from hebrew are just based on what they sound like and probably aren't exact.
Wilson was awkwardly trying to get his Shabbat stuff down from the kitchen cabinet. This was difficult to do, since he was trying to do it one-handed while standing on a plastic folding chair. Finally, he managed to gather candlesticks, candles, and matches, but was unable to find a wineglass, wine, or hallah of any sort. He'd just have to make do with lighting candles.
As he transferred his supplies to the counter, Wilson felt a hot tear dripping down his cheek. He quickly brushed it away. House was just being House. He'd forget about it by Monday and they'd both somehow go on with their lives.
Wilson closed the cabinet and stepped down off the chair. Trying to open the box of candles, he instead dumped them onto the counter. "House will be House", his former mantra, had been replaced by the more blunt sentiment of "House is a jerk". He shoved the candles into the candlesticks, then took out a match. He struck it against the box. No light. He tried again. Still nothing. He was about to try a third time, when the doorbell rang.
Wilson dropped the box of matches and, in his haste to get to the door, bounced his injured arm off the corner of the wall. He awkwardly opened the door.
Standing there were House and Cuddy. Cuddy looked rather like a T. Rex. House looked like he had been dragged from the hospital, all the way to Wilson's doorstep by the scruff of his neck. Probably by a T. Rex. Cuddy crossed her arms. "Wilson, House has something he wants to say to you". She shot House a particularly venomous glare.
House sighed theatrically. "I'm very sorry that I insulted your patients, embarrassed you in front of your department, and hit you with my cane, even though you deserved it because you've been ignoring me all week and you told Cuddy about my experiment on the Mouse Lady…"
Wilson made a sound somewhere between crying and laughing, causing Cuddy and House to look up at him to make sure he wasn't asphyxiating. "Just come in already".
While House and Cuddy were making their way in, Wilson went back to the kitchen. He struck a match, lit the candles, and covered his eyes. "Baruch atah Adonai, eloheinu melech haolam, asher kidshanu b'mitzvotav, vitsivanu l'hadlik ner shel Shabbat". He uncovered his eyes to find House and Cuddy standing on either side of him. Cuddy was watching the flames and House was watching Wilson, the slightest of smiles on his lips. Standing in between his friends, in the middle of two magnetic poles, Wilson remembered another blessing. "Baruch atah Adonai, eloheinu melech haolam, shechianu, v'kiyimanu,, v'higianu lazman hazeh,. Blessed are you, Lord our God, ruler of the universe, who gives us life, sustains us, brings us to this day". He turned to House. "You are forgiven for everything except hitting me. You're going to owe me for that for a very long time".
Cuddy smiled. House looked petulantly at Wilson. "Okay. Can we eat now?"
"Only if you can make food fall from the sky".
"That's what pizza's for".
"I'll buy," Cuddy volunteered.
House sighed. "Before you two get into a discussion about chivalry and feminism, can I watch T.V.?"
Wilson rolled his eyes. "Go ahead. Maybe Cuddy and I will get to have a grown-up conversation for once."
House looked from Wilson to Cuddy and grinned. "Can I watch?"
"House!" Cuddy glared at him. "Just for that, you get to pay for dinner".
"Wilson! She's taking away my first amendment rights!"
"Get a lawyer, then." Wilson looked over at the candles and reminded himself to find his wineglass and buy a hallah for next Friday.