Title: When Life Gives You Lemons

Relationships: All friendship

Rating: T/M

Warning: Nothing too bad. Mild language I guess…

Spoilers: Season 1

Disclaimer: I am not making any profit from this fan fiction, all recognizable characters belong to FOX and all of the others belong to me. I don't own the quotes at the beginning.

A/N: I've actually become quite attached to the flashback thing and I have the next chapter being a flashback too. It is a whole lot longer so that I can fit the flashbacks in but I promise that the next one will be the last one. Mainly I'm doing this because I want to show how the characters developed; the other reason I'm doing this is because I'm having tons of fun doing so. So please, bear with me and try to enjoy. I think you'll like what I have coming up.

A/N2: Since fanfic has decided to ban reviewer responses I would like to thank: Rennie51, Germiphobe, evila-elf, tranquil-eyes, and g. Also, thank you to Rennie 51 for her help and unput. It is much appreciated.

Chapter 11: Weddings

All marriages are happy. It's the living together afterward that causes all the trouble.
-Raymond Hull

House listened to Wilson nosing around in his kitchen and kept playing his piano. He didn't often dwell on things but the past memories of Wilson were coming back and he wanted to remember how his friend had acted in all of his previous divorces.

"I got an offer at Hartman Hospital with Jerry Lousing," Wilson announced a few weeks after he and Katie had divorced.

"Fellowship?" House asked, curiosity eating away at him.

"Residency," Wilson answered.

"Why take it? That's what you've got here," House pointed out, taking a bite of his pasta and pulling a face. They were in the cafeteria eating lunch.

"I know, but I'd like to see some other techniques." Wilson took a bite of his sandwich, looking down at his plate to avoid House's eyes.

House snorted.

Wilson grinned. "I start in a month." He finished his sandwich and stood up. He turned when he heard House's voice. "You say something?"

House nodded a little, a solemn look on his face. "Running away isn't going to make you forget about Katie."

Wilson stopped. Without turning he said, "That's not why I'm taking the job."

"Explain to me why you are," House said, looking up expectantly.

Wilson turned around, heaved a sigh, and sat back down at the table. "Look, I talked it over with Jones," he said, meaning the Head of Oncology, "he agreed to release me from my residency. Said a change of scenery would be a good idea. He also agreed with me that I should learn from some other doctors." He saw the skeptical look on House's face. "Uh, it's only a residency, House!"

"Not 'Greg' to you anymore?" House asked sarcastically. Very few people addressed House by his first name, most of them just called him by his last name since it was easier to shorten Dr. House than get their head bitten off for shortening Gregory. "It hurts, Jimmy."

Wilson grinned. He knew House wasn't upset with him – he was merely testing him. "I start tomorrow," he said and left the cafeteria.

House nodded at the words and whispered, "Bye, Jimmy." Figuring from now on he'd hear of his friend as Dr. Wilson rather than the med student by the name of Jimmy or Jim.

"Where's your remote?" Wilson asked, startling House out of the memory.

"No where you can find it," House said, pulling it out of his pocket and earning himself a very strange look from Wilson. "'General Hospital' is on in twenty minutes."

"Like that matters," Wilson muttered. "You're not working on a case, you don't need to think."

House mulled that over. "Good point. Catch." He tossed the remote to Wilson who barely caught it. "You catch like a girl."

"Your aim was off and this is my right hand," Wilson retorted. He turned the TV on and flipped through the channels, stopping when he found a soccer game.

House grabbed his cane and pushed himself off of the piano bench before sitting in his chair to watch the game with Wilson.

After a few minutes, House broke the silence. "Why'd you do it?"

"Do what?" Wilson asked, only half listening.

"Break your arm," House said, eyeing the cast. "I understand you wanted sex but you could have always used the 'My wife left me for another guy' line to get some."

Wilson glared at him. "Yeah, that's it."

"Well," House probed.

"Well what?" Wilson snapped, getting annoyed. "There isn't anything to it." He saw the disbelief on House's face and rolled his eyes. "I was upset; I didn't feel like being here so I headed home. I wasn't paying much attention to the road and I hit the gas a little too hard and ran in to a wall. Sue me." He flipped through the channels again, this time settling on the news. "I feel bad for those people in Louisiana. Katrina really got them badly."

House grunted.

Wilson sighed. "What do you want from me?"

"I want you to admit you did something stupid, I want you to say you're depressed!" House snapped. "You're emotionally sick, James."

Wilson shook his head, wishing House hadn't chosen that exact phrase. He'd heard it from Greg before, but for a different reason.

Wilson knocked on House's door with an offering of Chinese food. He'd been working at Hartman Hospital for nearly two years and found it to be a nice place. He missed PPTH but he and House had stayed close friends and that made him feel good.

"Hey," House greeted and stepped aside to let Wilson in.

"How's Stacy?" he asked, walking in and sitting on the couch and depositing the Chinese on the coffee table. He knew Stacy's father had just had a heart attack and she'd flown to Illinois to see him.

"She's good. Her father's fine so she'll be back in a few days," House answered, closing the door and joining Wilson. "How's Emma?"

"Really good," Wilson said enthusiastically. "We're really happy together."

House studied him. "You're getting married, aren't you?"

Wilson grinned stupidly. "Yeah."

"You're emotionally sick, James," House said with a smirk. "You love too easily."

"There's nothing wrong with that," Wilson said defensively.

House ran a hand over his hair. "I know; it works for you."

"Be my best man?" Wilson asked, his eyes a little worried.

House picked up one of the fried dumplings. "Doesn't your brother want to do that?"

Wilson's mouth quirked. "He said you could do it this time."

House sniggered. "Is it a traditional Jewish wedding?"

"No, Emma isn't Jewish," Wilson replied. "You know that, why are you asking?"

"Curious," House answered.

Wilson rolled his eyes.

House gave Wilson a cocky grin and ate another dumpling.

"I don't know why I asked," Wilson muttered angrily, getting up and heading for the door.

"I'll do it," House said, making Wilson turn and give him a smile. "On one condition."

"What's that?" Wilson asked, a little worried; House could be about to ask him for anything. That, in itself, was a scary thought.

"Promise you won't name me godfather to any children you two might have."

Wilson laughed and nodded. "It's a deal," he said and joined House on the couch to finish off the Chinese.

"What time are you meeting Julie tomorrow?" House asked, figuring Wilson wasn't going to answer his pill question.

"Ten," Wilson answered.

"Then you're going to head up to your brother's?"

"I don't know." Wilson looked over at House. "I was considering getting a dog or something. That way I'll have some company in the house. It's a little lonely in there."

"You're turning in to that weirdo that lives on every street. You know the one that offers kids cookies and has a bunch of pets." House grinned. "You're becoming a cat-lady."

Wilson rolled his eyes. "You're the weirdo on this street."

"I'm a recluse, not a cat-lady," House said, still grinning.

Wilson laughed and the two were quiet for a while. Thunder roared overhead and Wilson finally spoke, "Can I stay over here tonight?"

"Afraid of a little rain?" House taunted, grabbing the remote and flicking through the channels. He didn't want to watch anymore about the hurricane.

"Of course," Wilson said sarcastically.

House wasn't really listening to Wilson anymore; his attention had been caught by the wedding on television.

On the day of the wedding House wore a tux and earned himself some compliments from Stacy, Emma, and many other people. To House's chagrin, Wilson was one of the people who offered him a compliment.

"You look nice," Wilson told him before the wedding when he was putting his tie on. "You ought to wear something nice for work."

"How do you know I don't?" House snapped.

Wilson snorted. "I worked with you, I know how you dress."

"Then why bother commenting?" he asked.

Wilson rolled his eyes. "I don't know what came over me."

"At least I don't let my girlfriend dress me," House said with a small grin.

Wilson gave him a dirty look. "I'm a man, I don't like to shop. She's a woman…"

"I should hope so," House interrupted, earning himself another dirty look.

"…she enjoys shopping," Wilson finished.

"And your doctor's salary gives her plenty of money to spend." House raised his eyebrows.

"Hey, not today, I'm getting married," Wilson said, shrugging in to his jacket.

"How long is it going to last this time?" He saw the hurt expression on Wilson's face and knew he'd gone too far. "That was mean, and uncalled for, I'm sorry."

"Say you're happy for me," Wilson pleaded. "Emma's different."

"You have my blessing," House said after a moment.

Wilson chewed his lip and nodded. "I guess that'll do."

House nodded. He didn't know why he couldn't tell Wilson he wasn't happy for him. He just didn't think he could agree to Wilson's choice for marrying Emma. The girl was odd. "It's not that I don't like the idea of you two getting married…"

"You don't have to explain yourself but I do wish you'd give me the benefit of the doubt," Wilson said with a small smile. He couldn't fault Greg for being skeptical.

House nodded; thinking over what Wilson had said. "I'm happy for you."

"Thank you," Wilson said. "This time it will be different."

"Well?" Wilson asked. He looked from House to the wedding on TV. "Oh, come on!"

"Yeah, you can stay." He changed the channel and settled down to watch 'General Hospital'.