Author's Note: Change of voice/tone in the chapter, but that's because I'm working with the Cuddy/Wilson duo, not H/Ca. Look at it this way—next chapter you get House in the confessional.

After all, well, isn't this

Just a momentary thing

It's not like it's permanent

Or any heavy thing

--Something Happens, "Momentary Thing"

"We have a problem? Watching a little too much Apollo 13? I was surprised you didn't address me as 'Houston,'" Wilson says as he slips into her car.

"Don't sass me or I'll start calling you 'Bubba' just because I like Forrest Gump. Did you bring the food?"

He holds up a CVS bag. He removes a bag of Oreos and a bag of Tositos.

"You," she says as she grabs the bag of chips, "are my hero."

"Excellent to know," he tells her as he grabs a bunch of the corn chips from the bag. He smiles at her.

"So, why are we here?"

"I was running this morning and I happened to be on my way back and guess who I saw near the river?"

"Who?"
"House and Cameron."

"Together? I didn't know they'd be with each other this long."

"Yes, they looked very together. And what do you mean, this long?"

"I called House's cell. He said he was with her."

"Oh. Dependent on the old boy?"

"Quite, actually."

Cuddy grabs another chip.

"So where are they now?" Wilson asks.

"See that family of four walking towards us now?"

"Yeah."

"House and Cameron are right behind them. I left fifteen minutes ago from my hiding spot, grabbed the car, and brought it around to this entrance. I've been waiting for them for a while. You're just in time to tag along."

"And why is this a problem?"

"It's only a problem if those two keep their distance from one another. That's why you and I are here to make sure they get together. He needs her."

Wilson snorts.

"He needs a new leg and then he'll be okay."

She looks at him.

"You're a pessimist."

"And you're a romantic."

"You spend too much time with him."

"No one else gives a damn about me. Haven't you noticed?"

"Well, you did piss off the nurses by hitting on every one of them in between divorces."

He glares at her.

"It isn't like you've done much better with the friend thing. Everyone on the board hates you and people barely respect you."

"My choice."

"Right, sorry for the mistake."

Silence overcomes the car.

"There they are," Cuddy points and whispers.

Cameron and House are walking side-by-side and avoiding eye contact. House says something and Cameron responds.

"I wish they would get together. He'd be a whole lot easier to work with if he had sex," Cuddy says.

"People say that about you, too."

"Everybody says it about everybody else. That's why it's called a cliché."

"There's no need to be nasty with me. House is the one you're always angry at. I'm just Robin to his Batman."

"Or Dumb to his Dumber," she mutters.

"Hey, I didn't have to come along, but I came. I left my wife all by herself on a Sunday morning. She does not like being left alone."

"What'd you tell her?"

"Hospital emergency."

"Good, then this is official hospital business. Operation…we need an operation name."

"Um. I don't know. Cupid's insipid isn't it?"

"Very. Eros?"

"Too Greek."

Wilson and Cuddy pause for a moment and ponder operation titles.

"Let's see. I don't know. We'll think of something. What do you think she has in the bag?"

"If I know House, he probably wants to know the same thing. Although he did mention condoms when I talked to him last…"

"You don't think—?"

"No, I personally do not think she is that hopeful about this situation."

"How do you think they got together?"

"House said he asked her for coffee. I think he's just covering up the fact that she asked him or something. He never liked it when Stacy wore the pants in the relationship."

"No man does."

"Yeah, it kind of hurts what's left of our balls after women like you get through with them."

"Women like me?"

"Yes, women like you."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, simply, that we don't have a lot of energy left after sparring with…witty…women like you. Takes a lot out of a guy."

"Liar."

"At least I'm a good one. Duck, they're coming this way."

Wilson and Cuddy stick their heads between their legs for a few seconds to make sure House and Cameron pass without noticing the two doctors in the car. Wilson lifts his head up first.

"All clear. But they look like they're calling a taxi. Are we going to follow them?"

"Why not?"

Cuddy hands Wilson the bag of Tostitos and buckles her seat belt.

"Buckle up. It's going to be a bumpy night."

"Stop quoting famous movies."

"Stop being a prick and put your seat belt on. I don't do well with liability lawsuits."

He grabs the belt and clicks it into the holder. Cuddy maneuvers her Lexus sedan out of the parking lot and follows behind the taxi in which Cameron and House seem secluded.

"This is fun," Wilson says after a few minutes of silence.

Cuddy smiles at him.

"Yeah it is. But we've got to get them together—at least keep them together. You have any idea where they're going?"

Wilson looks out the window at the passing scenery.

"Not to House's house, that's for sure. This is not his neighborhood. It looks like we're heading for commercial Princeton?"

"It seems like they're going towards the university. You think they're headed there?"

"House went there for his undergrad degree. Maybe. But I doubt it. It's summer break, I doubt that there would be anything interesting going on. Although—"

"—You never know with House."

Cuddy keeps the Lexus a few cars behind the taxi to make sure hypersensitive Cameron and ultra-observant House don't suspect anything. The yellow car makes a few more turns and Cuddy follows it. Wilson chews on an Oreo.

"Wait. I think I know where they're headed," he says between bites.

"Where, my dear boy-wonder oncologist?"

"I hate that nickname."

"You can have your choice of nickname for me if you'd like."

"House would jump at the opportunity."

"And you're not?"

"Well…" Wilson blushes and stuffs another Oreo in his mouth. Cuddy can't help but recall how much lard is in between the chocolate wafer-cookies.

"God, what's wrong?"

"'Boobs' isn't appropriate is it?"

Cuddy hits the brakes a little harder at the next stop sign. Some crumbs fly from Wilson's mouth.

"No, it is not. And do not get crumbs all over the Very Expensive Automobile. Now, where did you say you think our charges are headed?"

"Well, it may seem far-fetched, but when House was younger, less jaded, really, he used to go to this place near his house just to unwind and spend time in a place no one could find him."

"And where would that be, Dickey Wilson?"

"Jimmy."

"You called me 'Boobs!'"

"It was a compliment!"

"Where are they going?"

He looks out the window again.
"You're a child," she murmurs.

"I'm right," he mutters and Cuddy sees the taxi stop in front of them and let House and Cameron out of the its confines. Cuddy turns her head to see out the windshield and looks at the building where House and Cameron have stopped.

"A church!"