Luke grinned as he showed his best friend into his home. "Man, I still can't believe that I've been to your house so many times, and you haven't been to mine yet!" he said with a grin as he walked in first through the doors. The two boys, Luke an eleven year old, and Julian a ten year old ('I'm gonna be eleven in two weeks!') wandered into the loft that Luke and his family lived in.

"No problem, seriously, if you're parents are uptight about friends over, I'm fine with that."

"Oh they really aren't."

"Then how come I haven't been over man?"

Luke's face grew a grin as he led his friend into the living room. "Well this is really it. There's my parent's room, the bathroom, and my room down the hall, but the kitchen and the living room is the main room of the loft." Luke took off his backpack, tossing it towards a table that had coats and keys on it, so it slid under it. Julian did the same, mirroring his best friend's actions.

Julian wandered into the room, his brown eyes locking onto every different thing. He wandered towards the old piano, dribbling his fingers onto the keys slightly. "Man, this is a cool piano!"

"It's my father's." Luke explained, wandering over to where Julian was randomly hitting the keys with his fingers. "He plays it sometimes, but only when me or my dad ask him too." Julian smirked softly, looking over towards the kitchen. "I still don't believe you when you say your parents are gay." He said as he walked over towards the kitchen out of curiosity.

"Well you have to believe it!" Luke exclaimed, wandering towards the couch in search for the remote. "Once they get home from work, I'll rub it in your face." Julian made his way to the fridge, popping it open and looking around the shelves. "Dude, why is everything in a plastic container?" he asked, pulling out a sandwich that was harbored in the said container. "My dad is always putting food in containers. It makes him and my father giggle like schoolgirls. It really freaks me out, and I can't figure out why they always find it funny." Luke explained, searching the couch cushions for the remote.

Julian pulled the sandwich out from the container. "Is it ok if I eat this? Seriously, I'm starved."

"It shouldn't be a problem, go ahead." Luke said as he continued searching for the remote.

The front door clicked open at the same time Luke found the remote smashed deep into the couch. He looked up to see both his parents coming in, both talking. "Hey guys, home early?"

Wilson looked up from hanging his coat up on the coat hook. He smiled softly as he wandered over towards his son taking the remote from his hand. "What have you been doing, I told you to go to Nora's place if we're not home." He pulled Luke's head to his mouth, placing a kiss on his forehead much to Luke's dislike.

Julian was busy eating the sandwich at the kitchen when House limped over towards the island. "Who are you?" he asked with a growl towards the Indian boy. "I'm Julian Penn, your… son's best friend." He said with a nod towards House. "I'm guessing your Luke's father, Greg?" he asked with a small smile, seeing the sandwich down, and offering his hand.

House shot a glare at the small Indian boy, before eyeing the half eaten sandwich before grunting, and moving towards the fridge. "Wilson, what's for dinner?" Wilson turned from Luke to see the Indian boy, with a raised brow. "Luke, who is this?"

"He's Julian, my best friend that I told you about? The kid who's house I always go to?" Wilson nodded his head. "Ah, ok, you two go play while I start dinner, ok?" he stated, wandering over towards the kitchen to take in the ten year old in his house.

He was obviously Indian; Wilson had met his mother many times. He recalled that his full name was Julian Penn, not a very average name, but it wasn't so rare. He had dark chocolate brown eyes that were clashing with his skin color. His dark black hair was poofing off his head in many directions, but brushed neatly back with a hand. His teeth were whiter than Luke's – by a long shot – and were always seen since he was grinning constantly.

Wilson felt a weird sensation that he'd met the kid somewhere before, but he realized that he had never met him face to face.

Luke and Julian both went down the hall, both leaving both of the parent's presence, and into their own world.

"Greg, doesn't it feel like you've met him before?" Wilson asked his husband as he wandered over to the cupboard to grab the spaghetti noodles. House gave a grunt as a response. "Why, you think he's a reincarnation of someone from a past life?"

Wilson gave a small shrug. "Could be."

"You finding him sexually appealing? Who is he, Amber?"

Wilson had a small smirk as he wandered over and kissed House lightly. "If he were you from a past life, then I'd jump him by now." He joked before, pouring the noodles into the pot. "But really, I think he reminds me of someone I know… or knew."

"He's Indian, figure it out."