This chapter contains fluff and the usual stuff. It's a tad bit more serious then the others, but there's comedic relief as well. ... I didn't even realize just how many reviews I had gotten for chapter 33 until now. ._.

The Buddy Collections

Chapter 34: Depression

House had begun to notice that Wilson was slipping into a bit of a depression. He didn't offer his small smile whenever House came into his office. He didn't play that annoying music of his whenever he was cooking. He hadn't made his macadamia nut pancakes for days. And worst of all, he hadn't been in the mood.

House decided to use his years of medical training and diagnostic abilities to figure this out.

"Alright team, new case." House announced, entering the office.

The three looked up from their spots at the table.

"Uh, House, there aren't any new cases." Cameron stated.

"Well, I just created one. So shut up and do your jobs." He grabbed an Expo marker and stood at his whiteboard, "Patient presents with signs of depression and a lowered sex drive. Go."

They stared.

"... Are you serious? It just sounds like a case of 'The Blues'." Foreman scoffed.

House glared, "Alright. Now let me get the opinion of somebody who didn't steal cars in their adolescent years."

"House... is this about Wilson?"

"Ah, that would be correct. Which means we can't run any tests on him, so it's all up to your combined vast amounts of knowledge." the diagnostician jeered.

Cameron frowned, "Have you tried just asking him what's wrong?"

"And risk revealing that I care? Never."

"I'm not going to waste my time on this pointlessness..." Foreman sighed, turning back to the paperwork before him.

"Hey, black one."

Foreman looked up with a scowl.

"If you don't participate, the next thing I put on this board will be a very elaborate picture of me and Wilson having sex."

"That's disgusting, House!" Cameron exclaimed as both she and Foreman got to their feet and left.

House glared after them, then turned to Chase, "Well?"

"... Lupus?"

"Just... go do your clinic hours like a good little Aussie."

"I hear you've been worried about me." Wilson stated, leaning in the doorway to House's office.

"Depends on your definition of the word." House replied, throwing his over-sized tennis ball at the wall and catching it.

With a sigh, Wilson turned to leave.

"I have."

The oncologist paused, and looked back at the older man, "... Really?"

"Duh. You haven't been yourself lately. ... If you really wanted to, you could talk to me about it, you know."

Wilson walked up to his desk, taking a seat and slumping back, "It's just the world of oncology getting to me again."

House looked at him with mock surprise, "James Wilson, Boy Wonder Oncologist, is letting cancer depress him? How dare you be human."

Wilson gave a slight chuckle, "I know, I know... But I knew what I was getting into when I chose the specialty."

"That doesn't mean shit, Wilson. Nobody could've prepared themselves for what you deal with everyday."

"Thanks, House."

The two looked into each others eyes in silence for a moment before House got to his feet, "Well, now that that's solved, let's go home."

"Sure thing..." Wilson trailed off as he stood, having spotted something in the other room, "Um... House?"

"Yes?"

"Why... the hell is there a picture of us having sex on your whiteboard?"

"It's punishment for my team's unwillingness to do their jobs." House said innocently.

"So you had to drag me into it? Do you know how embarrassing-" Wilson was cut off by House kissing him.

When he pulled away, House gave him a rare, genuine smile, "Glad you're back to normal."

-…-

... I don't know what a real doctor would say about those symptoms, seeing as how I'm not a doctor...

Holy shit. This is the longest chapter I've written in a while. Yay!