Monday:
Wilson was gone when I woke up this morning. I didn't see him until I got to the hospital and I only saw him then because he ran to catch the elevator not knowing that I was in it.
"Good morning, sunshine." I say to the grumpy looking Wilson. He doesn't respond.
I look at him curiously, vaguely recalling that he was mad at me before we went to sleep.
"Still mad?" I ask. Wilson crosses his arms.
"Seriously? You're not talking to me?" The elevator stopped and Wilson got off without looking at me.
I stood there stunned. I stopped the doors from closing and got off the elevator.
"Fine! Be that way!" I yell down the hallway. I storm off to my own office. He's going to be sorry. I, Gregory House, am not someone who can be ignored!
After spending a little time in my office, I cool down. Maybe I won't declare war yet. Maybe Wilson just needs a day to get his emotions in check. I start planning anyway, just in case.
It's noon and I'm hungry. I check Wilson's office. He's not there. I check the clinic. He's not there. I check the lab and some of his patients' rooms. Not there.
I wander down to the cafeteria and feel anger growing in my chest when I see Wilson having lunch with some nurse. Wilson looks like he's being charming and the nurse is leaning forward. She laughs at whatever lame joke Wilson just told. I think about ignoring him and buying myself lunch. I check my pocket and find that I don't have enough money to cover lunch. Besides, ignoring Wilson wouldn't teach him anything.
I march over to Wilson's table. I simply stick out my hand. A gesture that demands that he should give me money. Wilson glares at me and the nurse looks confused.
"Excuse me?" The nurse says.
"You're excused. You can go now." I say.
She looks offended and Wilson touches her hand. "He doesn't mean that." He tells her.
"I don't?"
Wilson raises an eyebrow, questioningly.
"I see you're still not talking to me. The least you can do is give me money for lunch since you're cheating on me with her." I say.
"Cheating? It's just lunch." The nurse says.
"Exactly. A lunch he's suppose to be having with me."
Wilson looks like he's trying not to look amused. He thinks I'm jealous. Well, I may be jealous. Just a little. That's besides the point. I'm hungry, and it's Wilson's job to make sure I eat. I hold out my hand again.
Wilson is still staring at me. "You don't want to be responsible for me starving, do you?" I ask.
Wilson shrugs and hands over his wallet. I consider it a minor victory. I walk away without a word.
"You're just giving him your wallet?" I hear the nurse ask. I look over my shoulder to see Wilson shrug.
I decided to punish Wilson by loading my lunch tray up with lots of food. I'm almost feeling content again when I get to the register. Content until I opened Wilson's wallet and found that it was empty. No money, nothing useful at all!
"Decoy wallet. That bastard." I muttered.
The cashier looks confused. "Hold this right here. I'll be right back." I say. I march over to where Wilson was sitting and discover that he's already left. Angry, I walk out of the cafeteria. Maybe I can guilt Cameron into buying me lunch.
I could hear Wilson doing something in the kitchen when I got home. I lean against the kitchen doorway and watch him. He doesn't acknowledge my presence.
"Honey, I'm home!" I say loudly in a dramatically cheerful voice. Wilson still ignores me. I watch him flip the piece of chicken he has cooking in a pan. Just one piece of chicken. Wilson makes a show of taking out one plate and placing it on the counter. He then goes to the fridge and takes out one beer. I walk over to the stove and peer into one of the pots. There's a serving of vegetables heating up. Just enough for one person.
Wilson glares at me with his arms folded across his chest. "Don't worry." I say, replacing the lid on the pot. "I'm not going to do anything to it. Even though you deserve it for that empty wallet trick you pulled at the hospital."
Wilson raises his eyebrow. He doesn't trust me. I just shrug my shoulders. "Whatever. I'm going out. I'll leave you to eat your meal in peace."
Wilson's face softens a little as I walk past him. He seems ready to cave but then he frowns, as if he's reminding himself that he's still mad at me.
"I just need to grab my wallet before I go." I say as I walk into the livingroom. I grab the cordless phone and quietly toss it under the couch . I take my wallet out of my pocket and hold it up as I pass the kitchen, to show him that I didn't take his wallet. I smile as Wilson checks his pocket for his wallet anyway.
I put on a more serious face as Wilson looks at me, confused. "I can take a hint." I say pointing to the single beer and plate sitting on the counter. I look down and distractedly tap my cane on the floor. I try to look sad and hurt as I glance at Wilson. "Don't wait up for me."
I resist the urge to see if Wilson looks remorseful as I walk away. I walk out of the apartment and wait. I give him enough time to set out his dinner. Then, I take out my cell phone and dial the number for the phone in the apartment.
I listen for Wilson walking into the livingroom before I quietly open the door. I sneak into the kitchen and see dinner for one all set out on the plate. I grab the beer and tuck it under my arm and then grab the plate of food. I peek my head out of the kitchen and I see Wilson laying on his stomach trying to reach under the couch. He just looks so cute that I stop for longer than I should.
The phone stops ringing as Wilson presses it to his ear. He looks at the caller ID and then glances up and spots me. Shit. I'm caught red handed. I bolt down the hallway as fast as I can and slam the bedroom door. I laugh when I hear Wilson bang into the door. He must have been closer than I thought.
"House! That's mine!" Wilson yells, shaking the doorknob that I'm holding so he can't get in.
"I see you're talking to me again!" I say lightly.
"House!" He yells.
I can't help but laugh. The beer slips from under my arm and drops to the floor. I stretch to put the plate of food on the dresser and use the handle of my cane to drag a chair over. I position the chair under the doorknob and pick up the fallen beer. Wilson is still pounding on the door.
"Maybe if you apologize for giving me a fake wallet at lunch, I'll let you in." I say as I open the beer.
"You're such an ass!" Wilson says from the other side of the door.
"Maybe if you say please, I'll give you your dinner back. But not the beer, the beer is mine!" I take a sip of the beer. "Mmmmmmmm, beer!"
"I hate you sometimes." Wilson says before I hear him walking away.
I grab the plate and go over to the bed. That will teach Wilson to mess with me.
