House wandered down the hall, looking like he was on his way somewhere, but definitely wandering. Apparently word had gotten around that he was in a good mood because people in the hallways were less furtive than they had been previously. If House was at all conscious of who he was looking for it was either Foreman or Cuddy, however the first person he happened across was Wilson. It just wasn't Wilson's day.

"Oh Jimmy!" Called House. Wilson was at the nurse's desk finishing up his filing when he heard House call him. He knew it was bad news when his first name was used. It was even worse when House used his nickname. He gathered strength and turned to House with an air of patience that only James Wilson could muster. House had a mischievous look in his eye and one forming at the corners of his mouth. Wilson knew he was in for big trouble and sighed loudly. "How'd it go with Ms. Flu and Cocaine? Get a date?" Wilson coughed a short laugh.

"No, no date. To bad, too, she was just my type." He said as he snapped his fingers in mock disappointment. "She denied the drug use, of course. She did fess up, though, after being threatened with a drug test. She's on antibiotics and scheduled to join rehab."

"Hmm," Started House. "But no date?" Wilson sighed again and shook his head.

"Would it make you feel better if I said I did?"

"Maybe. She might be an improvement." Commented House. Wilson frowned and House shrugged. "Of course I could be wrong…but probably not."

"'Probably' leaves a margin for error. I'd be willing to bet you're wrong on this one."

"You might lose if you did." Answered House. Wilson sighed.

"You need to stop sighing, emo kid." Commented House. Wilson suppressed the sigh he felt rising in his chest and stared at House. The corners of House's mouth were beginning to turn upward, he knew Wilson was trying not to sigh and Wilson rolled his eyes, because he knew he knew.

"And I think you need to spend less time online reading fanfiction for The OC and General Hospital." Stated Wilson. House cocked an eyebrow and Wilson shook his head at him. "Emo kid? You are bored, aren't you?"

"That's the differential diagnosis. Chase's recommended treatment was to meddle." House shrugged. "Do you think it was wrong of him?"

"Chase suggested that as treatment?" Asked Wilson. "Why would anyone ever suggest to you that you meddle?"

"Because he knew I would anyway." Answered House.

"Meddle somewhere else. I'm busy, I have things to do."

"Like what?"

"Like my job. If you're really that bored maybe you should do yours." Now House sighed and Wilson smiled widely and playfully. "Emo kid." House looked at Wilson sharply with a sarcastic smirk on his mouth.

"Neil Perry."

"Oh…no, House." He was bringing it up again!

"And that's not all…"

"What…?" He wasn't sure he wanted to know.

"Cameron thinks so, too."

"House, no!"

"Yes."

"House, I swear that if you don't stop bringing this up I'll tell everyone that you love that movie!" There was a sudden pause, but House didn't look fazed.

"No one would believe it." Answered House matter-of-factly. Wilson knew he was right, but pretended that he wasn't.

"You just wait until everyone starts calling you Captain." Teased Wilson. House stared at Wilson for a minute then coughed one of his own laughs. "I've got to go. And for heaven's sake, do a crossword!" Wilson walked away and House was left alone and bored again.