The next morning, Wilson awoke to the most tantalizing aroma coming from the kitchen. Getting out of bed, the oncologist walked out into the living room/kitchen area only to find House standing behind the counter busy at work cooking breakfast.

Wilson made himself comfortable at the counter and watched as his friend continued to work diligently preparing a meal.

Seeing the oncologist sitting there, House greeted his friend with a nod but never letting his eyes of the skillet in his hand.

"What are you making?."

"Just some cheese and hash omelets. I didn't feel like making anything extravagant."

"Smells good."

"Thanks."

House prepared a plate and handed it with Wilson to accepted it graciously.

"Grab it while its hot."

Suddenly, Alvie entered the room and had a seat at the counter looking like he'd been through the ringer.

"Good morning."

"mph."

House smirked at the sight of his friend and handed him a cup of black liquid.

"Coffee?."

"mph."

Alvie took the cup he was handed and took a sip slowly willing himself to wake up and return to the world of the living.

House couldn't help bur smirk at the action taking place before him and gestured to Wilson who was wearing a similar look of amusement.

"And here I thought I was ornery in the morning."

"Your ornery all the time

"Am not."

"Are to."

Alvie watched the sparring match between House and Wilson and couldn't help but smirk to himself. The former manic Hispanic shook his head and stifled a laugh which caught House's attention.

"What the hell is so funny?."

"You guys act like kids."

"Its one of our specialties. Cancer, infectious diseases and behaving like five year olds."

"Nice."

In the middle of this conversation there was a knock at the door and this time House refused to answer it so Wilson volunteered. As the oncologist made his way over to the door he heard House yell from the kitchen…

"If it's the evil witch again or one of my fellows I'm not here."

"Noted."

Thankfully the woman behind the door wasn't Cuddy or anyone else from the hospital. She was a young, attractive lady probably in her mid to late thirties with long black hair that reached all the way down her back and piercing blue eyes.

"Can I help you?."

"Yes, I'm Samantha Biscotti. I just moved here from Queens and I wanted to introduce myself to the other tenants in the building."

"Nice to meet you Samantha, I'm James."


House had heard the door open from the kitchen and when Wilson didn't return right away, the diagnostician knew something was up. Limping over to the entrance between the kitchen and the living room House peered over to where Wilson was talking to Summer and froze.

"No way."

"What?."

"I haven't seen her in years."

"Who?."

House didn't respond to this line of questioning simply chose to ignore it while limping over to the living room and making his presence be known. As House approached them, Wilson smiled at him and gestured to Samantha. Before the oncologist could say anything accept…

"House, this is…"

Samantha's eyes grew wide at the sight of one her closest friends and ran over to him.

"Oh my god."

"Hi Sam."

"Greg its so good to see you again."

As the two embraced, both Wilson and Alvie who had just joined them from the kitchen watched in shock. Neither of them could believe the sight in front of them. Wilson was stunned but Alvie wasn't too surprised. He had seen House soften up a lot while they were in Mayfield and this scene just illustrated that fact even more.

"That's my Bunkie."

Wilson wasn't too thrilled. If House had known this woman all of his life why hadn't he ever mentioned her before? Why hadn't they stayed in contact over the years? Why was he talking to himself?

Before the oncologist could make his curiosity known, suddenly House and Samantha broke their embrace and Sam eyes took on a look of pure anger and resentment as she raised her hand and slapped House in the face before walking out of the apartment and slamming the door.

Wilson couldn't help but take the opportunity to tease his friend while arching an eye brow and crossing his arms over chest.

"I take it you two know each other?."

"Thank you captain obvious."

This being said, House limped over to his room and shut the door leaving Wilson and Alvie starring at each other dumbfoundedly.

"That's something you don't see every day."

Wilson smirked while scratching the back of his neck.

"You'd be surprised."