Disclaimer: I don't own House MD, or the related characters. I don't claim to. I'm not making any money from this.

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Wilson peeked into House's office and groaned.
"What?" Cameron asked.
"He's bored," Wilson explained. "I'd say it's about a three."
Cameron frowned. "Do you think it's safe for us to even go in there?"
Wilson shook his head. "It's too dangerous." He brightened up when he noticed Nurse Able walking down the hall towards them and quickly intercepted her.
"What?" Able asked patiently.
"Give this to Dr. House, please?" Wilson shoved a Rubik's Cube into her hands before grabbing Cameron and dragging her off to avoid questions.
Able watched them for a minute, then shook her head and walked into House's office. House was twirling around in his chair in a rather bored manner. She placed the Rubik's Cube on his desk.
House stopped his twirling. "A Rubik's Cube?"
"Dr. Wilson just handed it to me and told me to give it to you," Able answered.
"What am I supposed to do with a Rubik's Cube?"
"You make the colors match up," Able advised him before leaving the office.
House shrugged and started playing with the Cube.

Cameron and Wilson once more peeked into House's office. House had apparently finished with the Cube already, and was once again twirling around in his chair. He stopped and gave them a little wave.
Cameron and Wilson gave each other the look of one going to the gallows before cautiously entering the room, knowing full well that this could result in the rest of the afternoon being spent running around looking for an interesting case.
House studied them for a minute. "A Rubik's Cube? I think you're losing your touch," he said, shaking his head in disappointment. "You're getting sloppy with the spying thing, too."
"Uh, well," Wilson fumbled for a minute. "I have Othello?" He said hopefully.
"I am late for- something," Cameron excused herself, speeding towards the door.
"Traitor," Wilson hissed in her direction.
"Sticks and stones."
"Othello's better than nothing, I guess. I get black," House interrupted.
Wilson quickly set up the game.
"So is today a three or a four?" House asked.
"What?" Wilson looked up from the game.
"On the Wilson Scale of Boredom," House elaborated. "Three or four?"
"Ah- three."
"Is this above or below the panic line?"
"Below."
"Okay." House placed a piece on the game board and turned over five of Wilson's pieces. "What? You thought I never noticed you peeking into my office before entering every slow day?"
"Maybe?"
House tsked.
They finished the game quickly and started another one.
"15 more minutes," House noted. "Time flies when you're having fun, and all those other overused phrases."
"Ha!" Wilson turned over six of House's pieces.
"Thank you," House answered before reclaiming his pieces.
"How much longer?" Wilson asked.
"12 minutes," House answered. "What are you in such a rush about?"
"Nothing."
"For someone who's in a rush about nothing, you're definately eager to do it." House triumphantly turned over three more pieces. "Game over." He paused. "Aren't you going to count your pieces?"
"I already know I lost."
"But you can see how much you lost by," House pointed out. He sighed. "Fine. You can go now."
"Really?" Wilson asked hopefully.
"You're not as much fun when you're in a rush to do nothing. Besides, I have all of tomorrow to torment you."
Wilson slumped slightly at this thought.
"I want something more interesting than a Rubik's Cube," House said helpfully. "Maybe one of those Rush-Hour games. Or a deck of cards." He frowned at Wilson. "You should be taking notes, you know."
"Right," Wilson muttered before leaving the room, passing Cuddy who was on her way in.
"I'll never understand why you decided to stay an extra hour today," she told him.
"Let's just say the overtime pay is lousy, but the perks are to die for."