Beautiful Mess: Chapter 2

Beautiful Mess! Back and Updated by popular demand! Now with fourty five percent MORE SASS! Without that chalky after taste and harmful carbohydrates! Atkins diet friendly.

A.N: The lyrics at the end are yet again from the Diamond Rio song. And House is still not mine, no matter how many virgins I sacrafice, it seems.


A.N2: Sorry if any offence was taken at that "Sacrificial Virgin" remark. All those in charge or the Author' Notes have now been sacked. On another note, a Moose once bit my sister...

EDIT: Oh god. "The Bird that ate the Canary"? I think I got into House stash or something. Sorry 'bout that guys. And thanks to all those who caught it. TALLY HO!

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House was not panicked. He never panicked. Wasn't his style. He could be on edge, antsy, maybe even tense. But he did not panic.

A sudden voice in his office broke him out of his thoughts. "Man, what is with you today! You look downright pani…"

House whipped his red and grey tennis ball at the Oncologist in his doorway, stopping him from finishing his sentence. Wilson ducked and it flew harmlessly behind him.

Wilson chuckled. "You missed."

House shot him a glare. "Which is odd considering how big your head is, you would've thought it would have been a cinch. One of those 'broad-side-of-a-barn' type thingies."

Wilson leaned against the door jam. "So what's up?"

House feigned thoughtfulness, "Cuddy's breasts? She must have had work done recently."

Wilson sighed. "God knows that you are only this snippy when there is something really bothering you. So come on, spill. You've been on edge all day."

House glared. "Haven't."

Wilson rolled his eyes. "You have infact. More so than usual too. You made that poor Nurse cry within thirty minutes of starting work. You usually wait till noon for stuff like that."

House looked away and wished he had that tennis ball back in his hand. He bet he could hit him this time. "She asked a stupid question."

Wilson gave him an incredulous look. "She asked you to excuse her, she was trying to get by you! And you start yelling about how of course you can move! You have a cane, but that doesn't mean you're physical being has completely deteriorated. Then you started shouting about, now let me quote you on this, if her "thighs weren't the size of small Mastodons" then maybe she wouldn't need extra room in the hall for her 'impressive girth."

House found an interesting spot on one of the glass walls.

Wilson continued on, "I'd be surprised if she didn't immediately go and resign."

House shot him a look. "Is that what this is about? Your afraid I'll go and scare off all of your fresh-meat? Besides, maybe I just scared her into a fitness program."

His friend scoffed and moved into the office, sitting in the chair across from House. "She was in excellent shape! There was no, 'impressive girth!"

House scowled and shrugged.

Wilson sighed and studied his friend. He looked ready to erupt at any moment.

"So really, what's…"

But he trailed off as he watched House's gaze sharpen and then follow something with a keen interest. There was either a naked psych patient streaking through the halls again or…

He turned to see what House was looking at.

Wilson grinned. Dr. Cameron was walking slowly by the window, her attention firmly on a chart in her arms. She looked up, her gaze going right by Wilson and fell on the misanthrope behind him. She gave House a warm smile, a soft wave and continued on, a smile still tugging at her lips.

Wilson looked back at House and was shocked to see a small smile on his face as well.

Wilson laughed and it broke House out of his spell and he shot Wilson a look of pure malice.

"Oh god! What did you two do?"

House glared. "We didn't do anything."

Wilson looked at him in a fashion that clearly said he didn't believe him. "Right. Sure. So what is it about her that has your panties in a twist today? You don't seem angry with her so…"

House looked away from Wilson scrutinizing gaze. "C'mon House. I'm gonna find out eventually." He sighed and asked far to innocently, " I could ask Chase, she has been looking kind of close to him lately."

House glared. "Drop dead Wilson."

Wilson shrugged. "Fine, I'll just go ask Allison then." He started to push himself off out of the chair, delighting in the look of panic that briefly flashed across Houses face.

"Fine, fine. Just stay sitting. I'd rather I tell you. She'll make is sound all flowery and I have a reputation to maintain."

Wilson looked at him expectantly and settled into his chair. This should be good.

House clenched his jaw for a moment, his gaze shifting to several different points in the room. "Iaskedheroutonadate." It came out in a mumbled rush.

Wilson stared at him in shock. "A what?"

House glared. "A date, you moron. You've been on enough of them the past while, you should know what one is."

Wilson ignored the barb. "You asked her? By your own free will? No strings attached? She didn't threaten to leave or anything? I am guessing she said yes."

House glared. "Is there a question in there you would actually like to be answered? Or where they all for your own benefit?"

Wilson took that as a yes on all counts. He laughed again. "That explains why she has been looking like the cat who ate the canary all day!" He sighed. "Well good for you Greg."

House sighed and intently studied the handle of his cane. Wilson couldn't remember the last time he had seen House so… nervous. He was at least five times worse than when Cameron had forced a date upon him. Oh that sweet woman had finally broken through. Good going Allison. He had to quell another bout of laughter.

Wilson settled for smiling kindly. "When is the date?"

House kept his eyes on the handle of his cane. "Tonight."

Wilson whistled. "Wow. Soon."

House's eyes shot up; Wilson could practically see the sarcastic retort on his lips. But it fell away and instead his eyes softened and he mumbled, "Yah."

Wilson stood and gave House a clap on the shoulder. He watched with amusement as House cringe at the reassuring gesture. "Just be yourself House. Apparently she likes you anyways, so you must be doing something right."

House nodded dimly.

Wilson felt a grin spread across his face as he left his friend alone to brood. As he turned the corner into the hall he notice a nurse hugging the wall, peering nervously around the corner.

It was the nurse from earlier. Mastodon Thighs, Wilson chuckled to himself. She was actually really quite pretty. Though right now her face was screwed up in an intense look of agitation and fear.

Wilson made his way over to her. Her nametag read April. "Hey, April."

Her eyes shot up. "Dr Wilson." Her voice had a slight tremble.

He gave her a questioning look. "Are you okay?"

She looked him over for a moment before saying in a near whisper, "I need to get to Dr Matthew's office just over there." She pointed down the hall past House doorway.

Terror filled her eyes again and Wilson couldn't help but inwardly smile at House's power.

He smiled sympathetically. "If you go back to the last elevator behind you, go up a level, walk left past two corridors and take the next elevator back down to this level, you can double back and reach Mathew's office without passing House's.

Nurse April looked up at him in wonder but didn't move. Wilson took her elbow and led her away. "Come on, I'll take you."

She smiled up at him appreciatively. "Thank you Dr Wilson." There was a tad of 'gush' to her voice.

As they moved away from House's office she asked, "Is he always that…"

Wilson looked at her with a smirk. "Much of a jerk?"

April shrugged faintly. "I was going to say scary."

Wilson smiled. "Depends."

The pretty nurse looked up at him in disbelief. "On what?"

Wilson grinned again and hit the 'Up' elevator button. "On if he is awake. He's not too bad when he is sleeping."

"...The boss man says, "Son, you're gonna get fired."
This ain't your style, and from behind my coffee cup,
I just smile. "
Review my dancing monkies, review! Put down the poop and pluck away at that keyboard! And who here noticed the shout out to EnchantedApril? No one? Well, le poo. GET BETTER MY DEAR! She is very sick, go give her MORE praise.