Summary: Rebecca is getting out of hand, but House puts an end to it.
The giggling of a bunch of nurses made Wilson look up. He had spent all afternoon with his patients, did tests and x-rays and it was already five o'clock when he could start on his paper work. He wanted to get home as soon as possible and had worked very concentrated until these giggles had started.
He waited for a few minutes for it to stop, but instead of ebbing away, the nurses burst into laughter, then giggles again. Wilson couldn't work like this. The girls were not supposed to be in the administration wing at all, but usually Wilson didn't mind.
He was tired and only had a few files left. He opened the door a crack to peer out, but the moment his door moved the group of girls scattered away. Wilson found himself face to face with only Rebecca. She smirked and put her hands onto her hips, staring at him provocatively.
"What's going on?" Wilson's eyes followed the running girls, then went back to Rebecca. When she just kept grinning at him wordlessly, he looked around and saw his door. The girls had messed with the writing. According to the changes, this office now belonged to "Jane Wilson MD". Below the name was an old photograph of Wilson pinned to the door. On the picture he was wearing sketched ponytails and a dress. He lifted his eyebrows and looked back at Rebecca. "Don't you think this joke has gone a little too far?"
"Don't you think you should've thought about that before?" Rebecca still grinned maliciously.
"You're doing all this, because I didn't have sex with you after we had dinner?" Wilson couldn't believe it. "We only had dinner, no big deal!"
Her eyes narrowed and Wilson knew instantly that his words were wrong. "I mean, it was our first time out." He tried to correct it, still trying not to hurt her feelings, although she tried everything to make his life miserable.
"You're just a joke, James Wilson, and I'll get me a real man!" She stalked off and Wilson let his head fall against the door. This girl was a nightmare! What made him go out with her in first place? He thumbed his fist against the door. She had the girls on her side with this joke and if she would find a man from the hospital to go out with her, she might take the stupid joke to the guys as well. Wilson knew that most people would not really believe her, but there were enough girls he had dumped and enough guys who were jealous.
Two weeks, Cuddy had told him and Wilson thought about taking the time off after all.
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"You okay?"House suddenly stood next to him. Wilson jumped, he hadn't heard him coming. He nodded wearily.
"Okay," House tilted his head to look around Wilson. "... - Jane. You've changed a bit since this picture was taken, hm?"
Wilson didn't answer, he turned around and went into his office. House followed. "I'm really glad I don't have a girl's name like you."
"Shut up." Wilson fell into his chair behind the desk. "What are you doing here anyway, House. It's late."
"I've noticed that. The nightshift is around already." House pointed to the door where the nurses have been moments before. "I would've thought a smart boy like you would keep away from that girl."
"I did keep away. She was the one who did the undesired gender change." Wilson flipped his fingers through the papers and then pushed them over to one side of his desk. He would do those tomorrow.
"What are you gonna do?" House asked with a slight frown.
"Going to go home. It's been a long day." Wilson stripped off the lab coat and put on his jacket.
"Will you come over to my place? We can have a beer and watch a movie." House watched Wilson closely.
"No."
"You can have more than one beer, too."
"No!" Wilson had no intention whatsoever to get himself into trouble again.
"I won't fight," House said innocently.
"You promised the last time and you did anyway." Wilson shook his head.
"I didn't! You had to much beer, I took you to the bathroom and watched you puke your heart out and then cleaned you."
"Cleaned?" Wilson protested. "You shoved me under the shower and dumped cold water on me."
"Well, but I didn't fight."
"You fought the next morning." Wilson jingled his keys and pointed House to the door.
"I never promised to be nice the next morning." House limped through the door and Wison turned the key.
"See, I don't want to fight tomorrow, either." Wilson went to the elevator, leaving House slightly behind.
"We can fight tonight, and I'll be nice tomorrow!" House said loudly to Wilson's back. "How about that?"
"I don't wanna fight at all! I'm so sick of fighting. You keep bugging me and stupid Rebecca's annoying me. All I want is to go home and get some sleep."
"You can get some sleep at my place." House hit the elevator button when Wilson stopped and stared at him. He could not believe how House was playing with him.
"Why don't you shout a little louder," Wilson snapped. "I'm sure this is the perfect conversation to lead to even more rumors." The elevator door slid open.
"Then maybe you shouldn't be in here with me – alone!" House pushed Wilson back out, leaving him behind puzzled as the doors closed. Wilson watched the digits fall as the elevator brought House to the ground floor.
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Two male nurses stood at the desk in the hall. Their conversation stopped when Wilson finally stepped out of the elevator. He clenched his teeth for a second, then looked back at them. "Good night," he said politely and left the building.
The cold night air felt good on his face, and Wilson thought about going for a walk before he drove home.
"What are you waiting for?" House's voice came out of the dark and Wilson jumped.
"Dammit, House. Stop scaring me like that."
"Looks like there's somebody waiting for you at your car," House pointed his cane to the parking lot and Wilson followed the hint. Again three of the young nurses. Wilson started to run.
"What are you doing?" he shouted, afraid that they would smudge his car like his office door. Two girls ran away when he came closer, but Rebecca just walked away calmly. Wilson saw the lipstick on the windshield and the eyeshadow above the lights. The girls had given his car a perfect make-up. He rubbed his forehead as he helplessly stood in front of his car. When he looked around again to Rebecca, she was almost back at the hospital entrance.
A cane suddenly stopped her stride. House stepped up and was merely inches away from her. Wilson couldn't hear a word, but Rebecca started to back away with a startled look upon her face. House continued talking and finally Rebecca fled with a horrified face into the hospital.
When House turned around to him, Wilson answered his broad grin with a smile. He looked down for a second and shook his head with a chuckle. Wilson wondered what House had told her, but when he looked back up to walk over to him, House hoppled off down the parking lot.
Wilson did not follow, but watched him dissapear into the darkness.
