House sat back casually on the table in exam room one. He had treated seven patients since Erica Church and dismissed them all as quickly as possible. It had been a terrible pity to have such an interesting patient so early in the day. It made him hate the following patients so much more. He had dealed as best he could, but after the last patient had come in, wondering why, after winning a watermelon eating contest, she had been having diarrhea, he just couldn't deal anymore. After dispensing of his last patient properly he didn't come out to call another one. Instead he settled down on the exam table, took out his Gameboy to take up the battle against boredom and the evil space monkeys. He was in the middle of fending off a gang of said monkeys when the door opened and Wilson swept in. "How's it going?" Asked Wilson.

"Out the door if you know what's good for you." Commented House. Wilson apparently didn't know what was good for him, because he shut the door behind him and plopped himself down in the rolling chair in the corner. This action distracted House from his Gameboy long enough to allow the space monkeys to overtake his space fighter. House looked down at his Gameboy just as it happened and groaned loudly as the 'game over' music played. House glared at Wilson and Wilson simply flashed House a boyish apologetic smile and a shrug. A long silence ensued which included staring. "So." Wilson nodded.

"So." Another silence ensued that made both of them smile. "What are you up to?"

"Level five, I think." Said House as he inspected his Gameboy. "If you want to know what I'm doing, I think its self explanatory."

"Nothing." Confirmed Wilson.

"Exactly."

"And…why exactly are you doing nothing?" The way Wilson sometimes paused after the first word of his sentence reminded House of Captain Kirk. The fact that he was a trekie was another thing that he'd keep a secret if possible. It would probably slip out around Cameron though. He always seemed to tell her things that he didn't really want her knowing.

"You know I actually enjoyed treating a patient today?" Said House. Wilson raised his eyebrows slightly, urging him to continue. "She was the first patient I had today, and everyone else since then has been comparatively disinteresting and infuriatingly ignorant." House made a gestured with his arms as if to finish the point. Wilson coughed.

"Why did you like her?" Asked Wilson, although he though he knew the answer.

"She thought like me." Said House. "Unlike most patients she could understand the things I said to her...or didn't say to her." Wilson laughed silently.

"So you're doing nothing because you can't stand having irritating patients after having such a great one?" Said Wilson. House looked at him. It was enough of an answer. "You find a patient you like and it makes your day worse than it would have been otherwise…interesting."

"Yes, isn't it." Said House sarcastically.

"So, you like her so much, go after her. Go out on a…wait, what are those called again…a date?" Teased Wilson. House shot him a glare that wasn't completely threatening.

"For one, she's a patient. Ethics and all that." House waved a hand in a vague gesture.

"Like you care about ethics. Give me another one."

"For another, I'm not interested."

"Shouldn't that have been your first reason?" House and Wilson stared at each other for a long moment.

"I don't like you very much." Said House half lightly. Wilson coughed a laugh.

"You don't like anyone very much."

"This is true." Granted House.

"Honestly House, what are you doing in here doing nothing? Haven't you ever heard of that old Latin saying 'Carpe Diem'?"

"I have my own saying, it goes 'Edo stercus et mortem'." Another one of those long moments ensued where they both just looked at each other.

"I am a doctor, Greg. I know Latin."

"I know you do."

"If you had said it in English I might have been offended. 'Eat shit and die' isn't exactly a common friendly greeting." Commented Wilson. "Unless it happens to be a term of endearment on planet Limping Twirp, that is." House laughed lightly. Wilson stood up and moved toward the door. "Coffee, snack?"

"Can't leave." Answered House. "Not for another hour and twenty minutes. Buy me a Hershey bar and drop by my office later." Wilson nodded and opened the door to leave.

"Give Cuddy a big scare for me." Commented Wilson as he left.

"Oh, I will."

I would like to thank my wonderfully entertaining and depraved friend Caitlin for teaching me the meaning of "Edo stercus et mortem". She is a brilliant Latin student and has a beautifully twisted sense of humor. I'm a French and Spanish student, so as far as Latin goes I'm fairly stumped.