A/N: Here's the usual thanks: Alerts/Faves- Psycho Pikachu, cindy19912003, ItsNevrLupus, and housemdnutter.

Comments- Thanks as always, mokipuppy. I don't really know the answer to your question as to why Wilson lied. This story kind of writes itself. I think it might have been because he was avoiding House? Possibly? We'll see. Thanks for your vote, Delu. I wish he would slap House. Alas, he to still too masculine. And thank you to you, annabelleaurelius. I'm thinking of taking that route.

Important- Last chapter I asked you guys to vote for which of the three guys, if any, Wilson should go out with. This is still on going until I write the next chapter. That's right! This officially the last chapter I have written as of yet. Do you know what that means? I need your input on where I should take this next. You can start by voting. Thanks guys!

Wilson's mad at me again. Apparently he didn't take too kindly to my "meddling' in his personal life. He didn't appreciate me trying to set him up on a blind date. It's a shame too. I kind of liked that Fallows kid. Should I record the conversation? I think I will. I won't write it in third person, but I'll try my best to do a better job of including things other than straight dialogue.

It was approximately 1:06 when I barged into Wilson's office. I say "approximately" because I have no idea what time it was, just that it was after one. I threw open the door without knocking and flopped down in one of the chairs across the desk from him.

"Yes, House?" He raised an eyebrow as he glanced at me from where he was positioned in front of the computer screen.

I decided it would be best if I just launched into my discussion rather than beating around the bush. "I found you a boyfriend."

He looked like a fish for a few seconds. "Pardon?"

Ah, one of the few mannerisms that he still retains from his college days in Canada that I had yet to rid him of. Although I will admit that this one is slightly cute when coupled with the idiotic gaping look h often has. Cute in the "I-want-to-poke-you-in-the-ribs-with-my-cane-and-hurry-away-cackling-evily" way. "I found you a boyfriend. Or three, if you want to go ahead and skip the whole monogamous thing and go straight to cheating.

"What are you talking about?"

I laid the profiles of my three chosen ones I had printed off from the dating website I had been browsing the last couple of days. "Pick one. I've talked to all of them already, and I volunteer to do background checks if you want. Their phone numbers are somewhere towards the bottom."

"Let me get this straight." [Ha! Sorry, Wilson, but you can't!] "You're trying to set me up on a blind dte with some guy you looked up on an Internet dating service?"

"Guys! Plural. I'm letting you choose which one."

"Oh, you're letting me choose whom I go out with?"

"Yes. I thought you'd like to have some semblance of control over your life."

Then his lips tightened into a thin line, and his face became slightly flushed. "House, you do not control my life!"

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes! Now stop meddling in my love life! I am perfectly capable of finding myself a boyfriend. I don't need your help!"

"Could have fooled me. You really must not be getting any if you're this pissy."

"You know what? If you're going to be a bastard about it, you can get out! Now, leave me alone!"

See, I told you people say the same things over and over again. Pain levels 6, but leaning towards 5—decent.

-H