Wilson waited for the click of Cameron's heels to fade down the hallway, before looking down at his watch, 1:15. House, is going to kill me. First, I hired Dr. Cameron when he told me not too, and now I'm late for lunch. Wilson ran out of House's office and headed for the stairs. He had no time to wait for the elevator. Wilson made it to the first floor, pushing the stairwell doors open. He rounded the corner right, tripping over something and falling flat on his face. He lifted himself off of his stomach and sat on the ground. His head hurt and he felt dizzy. He turned around to see what he had tripped over. His vision became blurry, so he rubbed his eyes in hopes of restoring his sight to normal. They faintly made out what looked to be like a long slender object. As his eyes came into focus, he realized he had tripped over a wooden cane.

"What the hell, House?"

"I'm sorry, were you in a hurry?"

"Can you just help me up, please?"

"Cripple, remember?" House said as he lifted his cane and showed Wilson.

"You're impossible. Let's just go get lunch." Wilson pushed himself up off of the ground with his hands, stood up, and brushed his lab coat with the palm of his hands.

"I'd thought you'd never ask." Wilson just glared at House, but House stood there unfazed.

House and Wilson walked into the cafeteria and made their way down the lunch line. House grabbed his usual reuben with no pickles and Wilson decided on a small garden salad with a hint of vinaigrette dressing.

"I've got a plan."

"What?"

"You jump the cashier and distract her, while I grab our food and run out the door."

"You can't run, House."

"That's not helping my self-esteem. Just jump the cashier." Wilson hadn't noticed that they had made their way up to the cashier before he blurted out,

"I will NOT JUMP the cashier!" Staring into House's eyes, he realized House moved them to the right, signaling to Wilson to look in front of him. As Wilson slowly swung his head around, he saw an angry cashier staring directly into his face.

"I've got to apologize for my friend here. He hasn't gotten any in awhile and he's just desperate. Where's your manners, Wilson?" Turning his head to look at Wilson. After this, House walked away, making his way to a corner table that was secluded from everyone else and kept out of view by some fake plants.

"That'll be ten dollars."

"Here's a twenty."

"Good day, sir."

"Where's my change? You owe me ten dollars."

"I don't owe you nothing, sir. NEXT!"

"You know what? Forget it. Keep the change." Wilson stormed off in the direction of House and plopped down on the opposite side of the table.

"You owe me ten dollars."

"I don't owe you anything. I never told you to jump her."

"Yes, you did. You specifically said that I should..."

"So how did the interview go? You let her down easy? Shed a few tears?" At the sound of House's comment, Wilson stuffed a huge fork full of fresh lettuce leaves into his mouth and clenched down. Salad dressing dripping down from the corner of his lips to his chin.

"I...ughhhiredd ghherr"

"You what?"

Wilson gulped down his food and answered this time so House could understand him.

"I hired her."

"WHAT?! Wilson I told you not too. It wasn't that hard all you had to do was say 'Sorry, the position has been filled. Thank you for your application. If there's another opening we'll let you know.' But you couldn't even do that?"

"Well, I was going to, but then she walked in. She is the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen."

"So you hired her to get into her pants?"

"No, I mean she's really easy on the eyes, but she was the most qualified out of all you applicants."

"I don't care if she is pretty. I don't care if she is the most qualified. I told you not to hire her!"

"What do you have against her? You haven't even met the girl, and you already hate her. What did she ever do to you?" With this House reached into his pant's pocket and snatched the ribbon, throwing it across the table at Wilson.

"This is what she did to me!"

"A ribbon? She gave you a ribbon?"

"She didn't give it to me, and it's not just a ribbon. It's Ally's ribbon."

"Who the hell is Ally?"

House tried to regain his composure, because he knew he couldn't escape from Wilson on this one. He had him backed into a corner like a scared puppy. He took one last bite of his Reuben, wiped the thousand island dressing from his lips, and began to recount the events of June 7, 1980. He told Wilson of the first time he met Ally and how she threw a lacrosse ball at his eye. House grazed the spot just below his right eyelid when he told Wilson, as if he could still feel the bruise. He told Wilson of how he stole Ally's ribbon and hid among some tires. He told him about the bombings and how Ally got trapped under a huge stack of tires. He described the way he tore through the tires trying to get to limp body. Wilson didn't know if it was just him, but he thought he detected small puddles of water forming in House's eyes when House told him about the last time he saw Ally and how her green eyes were trying to tell him something, but he didn't know what. He, then told Wilson why he didn't want to hire Dr. Cameron.

"You don't want her to work for you, because her name is Allison too?"

"Basically."

"Well, I'm going out with her tonight. Do you still want me to get rid of her?"

"You're going out with her? I knew you wanted to get into her pants."

"We are going out to have a drink as FRIENDS. I thought I would show her the ropes before she came into work tomorrow."

"No, don't fire her. You're right she is the most qualified, and I could use an immunologist."

"Just remember, House, the past is the past. You can't go back and change it. You need to forget about that day, and you need to forget about Ally. It's just going to ruin your train of thought and possibly hinder your diagnostic skills."

"You're right, Jimbo. I need to forget about it. Can I have the ribbon back though? I'm not ready to get rid of it yet."

"Sure." Wilson handed the ribbon to House. As if both could sense eachother's readiness, they sat up, emptied their trays, and headed out the door. Wilson headed off in the direction of his office to pack up and get ready to go for the night, while House headed to his office to take a much needed nap and get ready for the arrival of his new fellow tomorrow.