Chapter 7! Yay! ... Please excuse me if this sucks. I haven't slept in days.

The Buddy Collections

Chapter 7: She Knows

It was around lunchtime at Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. In the cafeteria, the infamous duo sat at a table, eating lunch that the oncologist always paid for.

The shorter man was fidgety, not really eating, and staring at his food rather than looking at his companion. He could feel the pair of blue eyes casting their piercing glance at him. It only made him fidget more.

The diagnostician swallowed his mouthful, frowning at the other's unusual display of discomfort. Most days, he would spill his guts to House about anything and everything.

He sighed, and sat back in his chair, "So, you gonna tell me what's wrong already?"

The oncologist rubbed the back of his neck, "Um... no?"

"C'mon, spit it out."

Wilson forced himself to look up at the other. He stared at him for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts, and leaned forward to whisper, "Cuddy asked me why I was limping today."

"So what? You just made up a lie, right?"

"... N-Not exactly."

"Wilson... what did you tell her?"

"I, uh, I told her I had sex, and she automatically guessed it was with you!"

"Oh."

"Yeah. 'Oh'."

They sat in silence for several minutes; neither ate or even looked at each other. Finally, House broke the silence.

"So, there's a marathon of "The L-Word" coming on tonight. You wanna come over and watch?"

The oncologist's jaw dropped, "Are you serious? What about Cuddy?"

"Oh, you want to invite her to join us? Well, okay, but I had planned on a little groping going on during commercials. You think she'd be into that?" the diagnostician smiled innocently.

"That's not what I meant and you know it." Wilson huffed, "Aren't we going to do something about her knowing? What if she tells the others?"

"Well, so what? If she tells people then all the pathetic nurses will stop flirting with you as a last resort and Cameron will get off of my back." House stated.

"But, I..." the brown eyed man sighed, and nodded, "What time does "The L-Word" start?"

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Again, pardon my sleep-deprived brain. Anyways... No, I don't hate Cameron. I just think she's some sort of closeted sex addict. And I have it set in my mind that Cuddy doesn't give a damn one way or the other regarding the men's sleeping together, since she didn't care much about Chase/Cameron. Gah. Everybody needs to get laid. 'Specially Foreman. ... He's such a moody bastard. :D ... Reviews are most welcomed! Flames will be used to boil my tea.