The town was small, which was good, there was more chance of them being able to sneak out of it. They met up with houses other 'minions' in a rowdy tavern. Wilson dodged a stool on the way in. He noticed however House didn't even flinch. In fact the older man looked very comfortable in the bar. Chase offered him a seat; Wilson smiled weakly and took it.

"House!" A relived female voice caused Wilson to turn around. A tall brunette in a red and pink skirt and a rather flattering pink and dark purple corset just about flung herself at the older man, who stopped her effort by raising his palm. Wilson noticed the Texan shift uncomfortably, a small frown creasing his neutral features.

"You damn near cost us that shipment." An irritated voice joined the fray. Wilson tore his eyes away from the girl's cleavage to face a handsome black man in a black shirt, cowboy hat and a pair of jeans. The latter looked curiously at Wilson.

"First of all I didn't screw up, I left the money on that train which our fine Canadian representative is picking up in approximately," He tilted his head to see the clock behind the bar. "Seventeen minutes."

The man in the hat gave an annoyed look but said nothing.

"And second of all, this is Dr Wilson. He works with us now." House said daring anyone to challenge him. "Doctor, this fine looking thing is Allison Cameron. She arranges times dates and accommodations." Cameron beamed at Wilson with a smile that could melt steel and have your stomach drop into your feet. Wilson smiled back, apparently not wanting to be left out of the running for most stunning smile. House's lips twitched in irritation.

"And this is Eric Foreman. My boss sends him to try to keep me in line. He is in charge of the money. And he's also pretty useful in a fight." Forman gave Wilson a respectful nod.

"And you've already met our charming Texan, Robert Chase. He can dig up dirt on just about anyone. He also sleeps with just about anyone." The blonde rolled his eyes.

"I got conformation today the shipment is ready to go, she's just awaiting payment." Cameron informed her boss. She had already managed to squeeze in-between House and Wilson, grabbing the formers arm affectionately. House nodded slowly; apparently content to let Cameron hold his arm. Again Wilson noticed Chase looking away. Wilson looked up at House, obvious question in his eyes. House just gave a fractional smirk. Wilson laughed silently.

You're an ass. His eyes admonished.

You love it. Houses smirk answered. Wilson rolled his eyes and looked back to houses team.

"We have to have it to Cuddy by noon tomorrow." Foreman reminded House. Voice smooth and logical.

"Ya ya, I know. Were done for the day. Go, drink, dance, make whoopee, the doctor and I need some alone time." He waggled his eyebrows lecherously. Wilson rolled his eyes, but they did as they were told and dispersed about the room.

"They're, interesting." Wilson commented, smiling in thanks as the bar tender passed him a beer.

"They're idiots." House grumbled. Wilson laughed.

"I doubt that. You don't seem to be the kind of person to suffer idiots." House smirked.

"True." He observed his team.

"Cameron seems to like you anyways."

"God don't remind me." House groaned. Wilson blinked.

"What you don't like her? Not even a little?"

"I'd rather do a cactus." He grumbled.

"House! She's gorgeous! She's smart, nice, she obviously can put up with you…"

"She's boring." House interrupted.

"Right." Wilson looked completely unconvinced. "But you do care about her. About all of them." House scowled at him. A lesser man would have run for his life but Wilson just ignored it. And started grinning. The bastard.

"Would explain why you can't do her though. She is young enough to be your daughter."

"You said that with high significance."

Wilson just smiled. House felt his stomach twitch again. Nothing but trouble.

Just at that exact thought a chair crashed into the roof above them, both men having to doge the pieces. House looked over irritably, an older man with a grizzled beard and a nasty smile was trying to come on to Cameron. Which resulted in her telling him in no uncertain term to die and go to hell. Which resulted in him throwing a chair. Which resulted in Chase and Foreman standing at Cameron's side, Chase looking like someone had just stolen his favorite toy, and Foreman looking, well annoyed. It seemed to be his standard expression.

"Uh you think we should help them?" Wilson asked, raising his eyebrows. House shrugged.

"You can do what you like, I am going to enjoy the show." Wilson gave a concerned look to houses ducklings. "Huh, that's odd the blonde one usually runs like a scared armadillo."

They watched as chase dodged an angry coal miner's bottle. Forman was currently brawling with a man twice his size and Cameron seemed to be taking pretty good care of herself with the help of one of the waitresses serving trays.

Much to houses surprise Wilson sat back down. He was clearly impressed. House felt a smug pride fill his chest. Within 15 minutes his little minions had managed to chase the angry miners from the bar. Cameron brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, and started to smile again, Foreman replaced his hat and returned to looking annoyed, and Chase's face returned to its carefully neutral position.

"That was, impressive actually." Wilson admitted eyes wide. House got even smugger.

"Told ya." He finished his beer and limped off his stool towards Cameron. Wilson followed smiling slightly when he noticed house giving her a once over, assessing the damage.

"You all right?" Wilson asked, instinctively giving her the once over house had. She smiled at him.

"I'm fine. Thanks for your help." She said sarcastically to house, slightly annoyed.

"Your welcome. You have my key?" Cameron nodded briskly handing him a key from her corset.

"Come on Doctor, your bunking with me tonight." He told Wilson. Wilson sighed and shared an exasperated look with Cameron but did as he was asked.

The bed, happily was large enough to accommodate both men without them having to touch each other. They laid in silence for a while before Wilson opened his mouth.

"Why did you take me with you?" House shrugged lightly.

"Your interesting." Wilson laughed.

"That's bullshit."

"You've been married three times, you flirt with anything that catches your eye, you have little to no moral objections to breaking out of prison, kissing men, or running shine, and yet you are genuinely a nice person who wants to help people. You are a study in contradictions. Possibly more fucked up than I am." House mused. Wilson snorted.

"Sorry I asked."

"Why did you come?" Wilson paused.

"I don't know. It just seemed, right I guess." They were both silent then, neither wanting to examine the validity of that statement.

"Huh." Was all House responded before closing his eyes and rolling onto his stomach.

"Kick me and I'll sell you to angry Canadian cannibals." He muttered.

"Right." Wilson yawned, rolling onto his side, and fell asleep.