House sat in his office twiddling his thumbs, eyes closed legs stretched out onto his desk and music blasting out. He knew someone had entered the office, "I'm not here," he said, reaching for the vicodin in his jacket pocket and popping one in his mouth.
"House," Wilson warned but House just closed his eyes tighter,
"If I wish hard enough you'll disappear."
"House!" He opened his eyes to see Wilson looking down at him and the usually calm oncologist looked mad and worried. "Cuddy?" House asked leaning over to turn his ipod off and Wilson sighed sitting down opposite House, "What are you doing?"
"You're here to offer me advice? Which one of your marriages does this advice come from?" House grumbled and Wilson raised an eyebrow as if House was mad.
"She's
a member of your team! Not to mention the legal repercussion is Cuddy
tells Stacy!! What were you thinking, that's she'd be an easy
lay? You've go-"
"I told her I liked her." House said
derailing Wilson's rant, standing up grabbing his cane he limped
towards the window, the rain pounded down outside. "And do you?"
Wilson asked hesitantly and House sighed in defeat his head drooping.
"Yes."
Wilson then broke into the biggest grin House had ever seen on a man, "If you keep that smile up your face will crack." Wilson wasn't listening now; House's answer was echoing around his head, his friend may have a chance of happiness. "So where are you taking her?" Wilson asked.
"I'm
not," At Wilson's confused glance House gave in, "Fine, I'll
satisfy your need for gossip, I'm cooking for her."
Wilson
chuckled, "You're cooking?"
"So?"
"You
can't cook toast," Wilson pointed out and House looked thoughtful
for a moment, "I'm ordering take-out?" Wilson nodded.
"Put it on plates and light a candle," Wilson walked towards the door still talking, "Wear a shirt, and brush your teeth."
"Wash behind my ears? Wear clean underwear? Yes mother," House called after him
Loudly and several of the people walking past his office stopped to stare at him. "What?"