"Sloppy Joes?!."

House could here Wilson's surprised caterwauling from across the hall.

"That's your big surprise?"

"Why not? I haven't had them in years and besides kids love them."

"True but I think your negating the fact that we're adults."

"Maybe you are."

This being said House sat down at the table with his Joe and bit into it like a bear on a fish. Wilson rolled his eyes at this act but proceeded to do the same.

This made House laugh with a grin, his mouth covered in sauce.

"I take that back."

After they ate and the remaining Sloppy Joes were put away Wilson remained in the kitchen since it was his day to the dishes while House limped over to the living room to watch television.

Wilson emerged from the kitchen a half an hour later and had a seat on the couch moments after House turned on a random baseball game.

Seeing this intrigued Wilson as he arched an eye brow and made his curiosity known.

"Since when are you into basketball?"

At this question House while continuing to stare at the television set.

"it's the only thing my cell mate would watch back at the joint."

Wilson knew House was referring to his stay at the psychiatric hospital but somehow having him call it the "joint" made James uncomfortable.

However, the oncologist decided not to press the matter but continued the conversation none the less.

"They gave you television privileges?"

House tilted his head and gave Wilson a look as if to say "Well duh"

"Even crazy people like Survivor Jimmy. (Pause) Come to think of it that's kind of ironic."

House laughed at his own joke but the joy in his eyes dimmed at the look Wilson shot him then.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Liar."

After several more minutes had passed and Wilson still hadn't budged House sighed while getting up from the couch, slipped on his jacket and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going for a walk."

"Mind if I come with?"

At this question House looked at Wilson sheepishly.

"For my leg."

Wilson nodded.

"Still, it might help to have some company."

House rolled his eyes at this comment and shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh that's just what every cripple needs. His own cheering section. I can hear them now, come on gimp you can do it, that's it one foot in front of the other then limp. That's it 1..2..3 limp, 1..2..3 limp. No thanks."

This being said House limped through the door leaving Wilson alone on the couch to watch the rest of the game. One which he had no interest in seeing.

As soon as House walked out into the hallway he immediately started his search for a place to think where he was sure no one would interrupt the diagnostician's concentration.

In reality, House wouldn't have minded Wilson tagging along but considering what he had to think about Jimmy's meddling really wouldn't have helped.

As House came to the end of the hall he was happy to set his sights on the elevator located only a few feet away. At least he wouldn't have any stairs to contend with this way.

Pressing the down button House waited impatiently for the doors to open. As they opened moments later two woman walked out. One was very attractive, young, probably in her mid to late thirties with mousy brown hair which extended all the way to her waist accompanied by a long, athletic figure.

The other woman was not so nice to look at nor to hear. Seeing House ogling the younger woman caused daggers to fly out of her eyes as she approached him.

"What are you staring at? This isn't a peep show."

House tried to surpass the sarcasm that was threatening to flow from his lips and then finally out it came.

"I could ask you the same thing. Although I'm not surprised, (gesturing to his cane and flipping it so that it was now resting in his hand.) ladies really dig the hard wood."

To be expected, the older woman's face turned red as she furrowed her brow and took the younger woman by the hand and turned to leave but not without retorting back to House.

"Pervert."

As tempted as he was to reply with an equally nasty remark House declined knowing this woman was like this all the time it sensing it best not to give in to such usual behavior for the old broad.

After his run in with the two women who he would later refer to as the princess and wicked witch of the west House rode the elevators up to the roof and looked around for any signs of life.

Finding nothing, House sighed to himself and started to pace.

(What do you guys think? Any suggestions for future chapters would be sincerely appreciated. As always thanks to who have reviewed. More to come soon. Wicket Forever.)