Chapter 7: Triple Date
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Third Person
To prevent Wilson from blabbing, House let him come along. I was supposed to be a date. House and Thirteen. No extras. How on earth did Wilson factor into the equation?" "Damn, guess I'll just have to deal." House muttered to himself.
As Wilson pulled another left turn and parked the car. They were here. Wilson helped her out of the car.
***
Thirteen got out of the cab. The sign shone, big and bright. She took a deep breath and walked in.
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Chase helped Cameron into a seat. "Oh my gosh!" Cameron exclaimed. Chase turned. "It's HOUSE! Aand… Wilson and CUDDY!?"
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It probably wasn't what she expected. It was just supposed to be Chase, Cameron and House. No more, no less. Where did Wilson and Cuddy come from.
"Um. Hey everyone." Thirteen greeted.
"Thirteen. Outside fore a while." House glared.
"Uh, okay." She bolted out the door.
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"Who invited Chase and Cameron!?" House hissed.
"Me, I wanted company!" Thirteen shot back.
"COMPANY!? What is this, the annual hospital picnic get-together!?"
"HEY! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO INVITED WILSON AND CUDDY!"
"THAT WAS NAWT MY FAULT!" House spat. "Wilson INSISTED! He's my best FRIEND, I cou-"
"Yeah RIGHT! LIKE YOU CARE! You steal his food, you borrow his cash, you are and ungratefu-" Thirteen was cut off by continuous bleeps. She took out her pager.
"Cardiac Arrest. Let's go. Continue later."
House shrugged. "Let's take Wilson's car."
They got in and drove off.
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(at the same time)
In the restaurant, Cameron, Chase, Cuddy and Wilson were sitting around the table. There was an awkward silence for awhile until…
"So, er, how long have House and Thirteen been going?" Chase asked quasi-casually.
They all looked at Wilson.
"What?!" Wilson exclaimed. "Why are all of you looking at me? I'm just a guy who provides lunch for a grumpy cripple! I didn't know he had a real love life."
"I thought he liked hookers." Cuddy claimed.
"He doesn't like hookers. He just hangs out with them." Cameron told Cuddy. "I thought all he did was watch porn."
"What about Thirteen!? I thought she only liked uhm, the female gender." Cuddy cringed.
"She's bi. She goes both ways." Smiled Cameron.
BLEEPBLEEPBLEEP
"Argh. We have to go now." Said Chase.
"I'll bet Taub and Kutner screwed up." Cameron added snidely.
Before walking out, leaving Wilson and Cuddy alone, Chase turned back and said suggestively, "Enjoy your evening." And went off.
Author's Note: Change of plans for House & friends. Your poor writer is being grossed out because I have to write on the page that your other writer, Kimberly, spat milo/ 'cold' hot chocolate on. Eck.
