OMG people, I am soooo sorry I haven't updated! You've probably lost interest;I hope not! It was my last week of school, and I just never got around to it… Please forgive me, I am your humble servant.

Well, here's the next part of it. Enjoy please.

And, yes, Gypsy, you did miss something on the show! But I'm sure you'll catch up.

Physical Therapy

Chapter 6

House would have taken a little nap there on the ground, but Foreman came in about a minute after Cameron had left, and House didn't like the thought of Foreman watching him sleep.

"What are you doing?" Foreman asked, bewildered.

"I'm taking a nap, can't you tell?"

"Well, you just stay there, do us all a favor."

"Did I deserve that?" House asked, indicating to Foreman to help him up, and, despite his comments, he obliged.

"Why were you on the floor?"

"Cameron hit me and I fell."

"Ha! Really?"

House glared at the dark-skinned doctor. "I could fire you for that."

Foreman shook his head but said no more, and got to whatever work he was in that room to do, digging through a file. House was about to leave when he got an idea. He stopped in the threshold of the door and backtracked, walking coolly over to the place where Dr. Foreman was digging.

"Dr. Foreman, how would you like to make an easy ten bucks?"

Foreman looked House up and down. "Will this put my job on the line?"

"No, but maybe you're ass."

After considering, Foreman said, "alright, I'm listening."

"Good. I need you to tell me what's up with Arnold and Cameron."

"That's easy- they're dating."

"No, I need you to tell me when they're going on they're next date and location. Simple."

"Why?"

"Oh yes, I forgot that W. And why…"

"No, I'm asking. Why?"

"No time for questions, man! I need you to figure this out ASAP."

"When do I get my money?"

"Is that all you care about?"

House paused. "I can't think of a remark to that, but when I think of one, I'll find you. Now go!"

He pushed Foreman out the exit, into the hallway, and closed the door to block out the sound of the protesting doctor. Now, for that nap…

Wilson spun around childishly in his swivel chair as House played the Game Boy. They were both very nervous, waiting for the news. It was like they were a married couple, waiting for the news of a pregnancy test. Just as the androids ships shattered Captain House's last destroyer on Alien's Attack IV, Foreman burst the door open, looking very pleased with himself.

He addressed House. "You needed to know where and when, right?"

"Yes!"

Foreman paused. "…Why is he here?" He said. He meant Wilson.

"Oh, he's drunk or something. Ignore him. Notice the swivel chair?"

"Hey, I'm not…" Wilson got up from his swivel chair to protest, but swerved off to the side and crashed into Houses' desk. "Drunk."

"Ignore him, Eric! Now, what's the information?"

"Okay. After much prodding and polking, she told me they would be at the Cajun Restaurant at 6:00 on Friday, and that I shouldn't tell House or Wilson, or else she would rip out all of my fingernails."

House's brow was already furrowed, studying the carpet with great contemplation. He said, "We can keep you're nails in tact, Foreman," in a far-off voice.

"Money, please?"

"Oh yeah…" House handed him the $20 bill instead of the $10 dollar bill, but Foreman took it without a word.

When Dr. Wilson was able to stand on his own two feet without the aid of a desk or chair or any other inanimate object, he stood up and walked uneasily over to his colleague.

"What was that all about?"

House smiled to himself. "Do you want me to tell you my plan that even surprises myself?"

"Pray tell," Wilson said, genuinely interested.

Ha ha, I left you hanging…what will I do now? Throw me a line and maybe I'll think about updating…and I promise I'll update sooner; I feel so bad! lol