I love reviews. But just so's you know, I've already written most of this, so suggestions for later chapters will most likely be ignored. Not really ignored, I'll freak out about them for a while, but they won't have much effect on the story because I'm lazy. Anyway.

He settled in the Oncology Lounge. They had big televisions, and besides, he at least knew how to talk to Wilson without making stupid jokes about race. Odd, that. He couldn't remember ever actually talking to Foreman. Well, he'd obviously talked to him, at the job interview and that, but...

He made a mental note to find out how many sick days Foreman had taken.

"Who're you avoiding now?" Wilson sounded amused and somewhatresigned. House's head twinged, and he blinked before glancing around at the oncologist.

"Cameron," House said shortly. "And Foreman, for that matter. And that kitten."

Wilson flopped on the couch next to him. "Something tells me I don't want to know."

"Yeah, well, neither did I. So. What's up?"

"Not much. Bit of paperwork to do, few new patients. New lab coat. Look." He waved his sleeve at House, who looked disinterested. "Oh, and Julie divorced me."

Now that had hurt. House rubbed his forehead vehemently as the aftermath of a blinding stab of pain lingered, blurring his vision slightly.

"Oh. Um. Sorry," he managed. Wilson shrugged.

"Win some, lose some."

"You're taking this well."

"Well, I've been divorced – what – a hundred times?"

"Three."

"Really? Geez," Wilson said blankly. "Three?'

"Yeah. You want to talk about it?"

"Not really much left to say," Wilson replied. "Julie's gone, I got to keep the house which was good, and she didn't even take the dog."

"Well. Okay," House said vaguely, closing his eyes and willing his headache to go away.

"Are you alright?" Wilson queried. House winced as the pain cranked itself up a notch.

"Yes. Fine. Just – déjà vu, I think."

"Oh."

House felt a warning twinge in his head as the silence fell in the room again. Wilson was looking at him funny.

"Anyway, I have a kitten to look after," he said hurriedly, before standing and backing out of the oncology lounge. Wilson looked vaguely disappointed, and House made a mental note to avoid him for the next few hours.

Something was going on.

Wilson's in it again later. You didn't really think I'd just leave it there, did you?