CH 4

It was Saturday and House didn't have to work. He considered calling Wilson for a while as he ate breakfast, but decided to wait until his best friend had gotten all of his beauty sleep before stirring him. House sat around watching television until noon, then picked up the phone and dialed Wilson's number.

"Hello?" the sleepy voice asked, yawning into the receiver.

"You sound like a little sleep deprived kitten," House said patronizingly. "Had you planned on doing anything at all today?"

"It's only noon," Wilson protested, recognizing the biting tone of Greg House even in his half awake state.

"Right. Half the day is gone."

Wilson sighed. "I'll get some Chinese on my way over to your place. Give me a while to get in the shower and wake up."

House rolled his eyes even though the other man couldn't see the action. "Fine. I'll see you sometime before dark," he said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Later, House." There was a soft click and House knew that Wilson had hung up the phone. He debated for fifteen minutes, and then got up and into the shower. He hated being clean on weekends when he knew that no one except Wilson would see him, but Wilson often protested if he smelled particularly bad.

There was a knock on the door as House stepped out of the shower and he was perplexed. There was no way Wilson would show up this soon. With a towel wrapped around his waist, House limped to the door, intent on flashing any door to door salesmen or Jehovah's Witnesses. When he opened the door, however, all thoughts of flashing went out the window.

"What do you want?" he asked the large, black shadow of Dr. Foreman. "It's a Saturday and as you can see I'm very busy."

"I came by to see if you were free tonight," Foreman said, taking in House's scanty attire.

"Like a date? I don't go both ways like your girlfriend," House pointed out.

"Like a dinner with Remy and her step-sister...who's coming in tonight."

"Like, I have a date with Wilson, some Chinese and a beer," House replied, adopting a teenage girl voice. "Sorry."

"Fine. I just thought I'd ask. Do you know any other single males who are free tonight?" Foreman asked.

"Just know Wilson…and he's taken."

"Thanks for nothing, Foreman said, turning to leave.

"You can call and ask Cuddy. She could hook you up with a nurse," House suggested.

Foreman turned around, a bit shocked that House had suggested something that might help him. "Thanks."

"See you Monday Mr. Matchmaker," House said annoyingly. Foreman chose to ignore that comment as he hadn't been totally shunned by his boss.

When Wilson arrived House was in an exceptionally good mood. "I convinced Foreman to call Cuddy and ask her for the phone number of a male nurse. He doesn't realize that she's embarrassed to have made advances toward one of the nurses and now doesn't like to talk about them…"

"Congratulations. She's going to kill you, you know," Wilson said, dumping food and beer onto House's table.

"You've got to admit that it was a good idea."

"Possibly even great, but that won't change anything. She will still want to kick you in the thigh and laugh as you fall to the floor in agony after she finds out it was your idea." Wilson flopped down onto House's couch and House sighed. Familiarity filled him and he settled into relax mode.

After Wilson left that evening, House remembered the diary requirement and reluctantly brought it up on his computer.

'Day Four:

Relaxing with Wilson is one of my favorite pastimes. I should do it more often…hint hint—Cuddy! I know you'll probably read this so I've decided to put some juicy tidbits in for you…this should be fun!'

With that House piled into bed, planning on doing the same thing all over again.