Chapter 12

"So, you nailing my arch nemesis?"

"Excuse me?!" Wilson said looking up at House in surprise. He was eating lunch and looking over some files in the cafeteria and looked around in embarrassment at House's loud proclamation.

"You heard me. Are you playing with Harrington's fun bags when you're supposed to be curing sick bald kids?"

"House, I don't know where you get these paranoid delusions from, but Dr. Harrington and I have a professional relationship. We get along well and work great together. She is very insightful in helping with the kids. That is all. Now what is this really about?"

"Just making sure that my buddy isn't going to make another mistake. Remember, three times wasn't the charm." Wilson rolled his eyes at House and just looked at him.

"You called her Samantha."

"And I've called you by your first name. That doesn't mean that I plan on marrying you."

"Hey I don't play that position." House retorted and took some of Wilson's fries.

"Why would you care anyway? You can't stand her."

"That hurts Jimmy boy. Can't a friend be concerned about another friend who may be making a big mistake? I'm just looking out for you bro."

"House, you only look out for yourself."

"Oh, right. Forgot." House said smartly. Wilson leaned back and looked at House who just starred back at him. After a few minutes Wilson got up and gathered together his things. As he was leaving he told House, "You really need to get a life."

House didn't respond. He just sat casually back in his chair, eating the rest of the fries that Wilson left, not caring.