"Again?" Wilson moaned half heartedly. He was staring at the entrance of yet another Jason's Deli. They had gone to five different locations this week in order to find House's perfect rueben. Wilson didn't even want to know the reason why House got tired of the hospital's type. The kitchen staff made sure House's rueben was just right, or House would fly off the handle. Wilson merely sighed, glancing up at the older man. He was really, really tired of Jason's Deli. Even Panera Bread would have been better...



"Yep. Again." House quipped back, opening the door, and limping in. It was dinnertime and the place was packed. It seemed they would have to wait at least thirty minutes. House glanced back to see Wilson trudging himself in. The oncologist sat himself down on a booth, a small pout forming on the corner of his mouth. House merely smirked- This was Wilson's way of...fighting back. House limped up to the waiter to give his name for the waiting line, when he saw...



Oh boy.



He saw, not one, but two of Wilson's ex-wives. Bonnie and Julie. Or something like that. Both of course, at their respective tables. House's smirk got wider. 



"Your name, sir?" The waiter asked.



"James Wilson. Party of two." House replied clearly. He focused his attention back to the waiter. "Do me a favor, will you? Call the name loud and clear. So there's no mistake in when my table is ready. My hearing's gone down, you see."



"Of course, sir." The waiter replied courteously. House gave the waiter a little nod, and sat next to Wilson, playfully cuffing him on the arm.

"Come on, Jimmy." House replied, "I'm sure they'll have your baked potato or whatever you get here."



"I've had baked potato five times this week because of you. I don't like sandwiches."



"You did just fine with your peanut butter and jelly ones."



"That's because I had no money. Thanks to someone I know."



"What a jer-. Oooo. Hey! You're talking about me, aren't you?" House smirked, his blue eyes glinting.



"Yeah, yeah."



Then, over the speakers came, "James WIlson. Party of two, your table is ready."



"You go on, Wilson. I'll be right back." House said, turning a corner and hiding. Wilson merely shrugged his shoulders and went up to meet the waiter. But next to the waiters were...



Oh no. Oh no, no, no.



Bonnie and Julie both smiled apprehensively at Wilson. Wilson managed to give a nervous quiver of a smile back.

"Erm. Hello Bonnie. Hello, Julie, dear," He said, his voice shaking badly.



"Hello, James. But what's this? Why does SHE get the 'dear' attached?" Replied Bonnie.


"Well, obviously he liked me better." Came Julie's reply.


"Oh, don't get so ahead of yourself, I had many fine nights with James, you're the one who cheated on him because he-"



"Ladies!" Wilson yelped, pushing a hand between the two of them. "Please, Calm down."



"Doesn't matter anyways." Bonnie replied. She shot a look at Wilson. "Table of two, they said. Who're you with? Some new girl?"


"Yes, who is it now, James?" Asked Julie, very curiously.


"It has to be a date with-"



"Me!" House replied with fake cheeriness as he rounded the corner and put himself next to Wilson. "Hello, Ex- Mrs.Wilsons'!" He greeted, absolutely beaming.



"House..." Came menacing tone of two women. "You're on a date with HIM?" The two of them said.



"No!" Wilson yelped. "We-"



"Of COURSE we're on a date. He's just sooo self-loathing." House's smirk grew as both ex-wives grew stricken. Wilson grabbed House's arm and dragged him over to the patient waiter. But before Wilson could get House completely out of the way, he managed to shout,

"Nice seeing you two ladies! Enjoy yourselves!" Earning a whack on the arm from Wilson.



But all was good in House's world and he settled down with Wilson ten minutes later enjoying his rueben, and Wilson, with his baked potato.