this is my first attempt at fan fic-- tell me what you think!

I don't own house, etc, etc. (but i did create gwen baines, here in the recesses of my very own personal brain!)

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Wilson and House were in House's office watching a re-run of Melrose Place, when they heard a voice.

"If it isn't Dr. James Wilson."

They both looked up and saw a young woman leaning against the glass door of the office, arms folded across her chest. She was beautiful in a natural way—long light brown hair, gray eyes; dressed in a tiny, delicate camisole and low rise jeans. One of her arms had a couple dozen thin bangle bracelets on it that clicked together as she moved towards the men.

Wilson squinted at her and then looked shocked, "Gwen! What are you doing here?" He reached out as she came forward for a hug.

"Can't one old friend visit another?" she asked, innocently.

"Not when it's you, Gwenie. Never when it's you."

"Oh, 'Gwenie,' is it? We're back in the pantry now, Jimmy?" Gwen arched an eyebrow.

Wilson sighed and rubbed his forehead, "That was a long time ago. We were different people."

"I'm not trying to get back together with you, James! I'm working on my second PhD at Princeton. Since I'd be in town I thought I would come see you."

"Wait," House said, breaking in, "You two dated!"

Gwen and Wilson exchanged a look. Gwen laughed.

"Sort of," she said, "I'm the reason his second marriage broke up. Gwen Baines," she extended her hand for House to shake.

He did but instead of introducing himself he looked at Wilson accusingly, "Explain, Jimmy."

Wilson sighed again, "Gwen was Bonnie's graduate assistant."

"One thing led to another," she continued.

"And eventually," Wilson went on, "Bonnie found out."

"In their bed," Gwen said, looking at House conspiratorially, "Not a pretty scene."

"How did I not know about this? How old are you?" he asked looking at her closely. She couldn't be more than a day over 18.

"Twenty-two," she replied.

"So that would mean…" House said, doing the math.

"She was 19 when we hooked up," Wilson snapped.

"Lighten up, Jimmy! It wasn't illegal," she grinned and playfully punched him in the arm. He still looked pained when his beeper went off.

"Look, Gwen…"

She held up her hands in surrender, "Just wanted to say hi, see how you were doing. You look good James."

He hung his head and looked a little ashamed at having treated her so badly, "I'll call you sometime, okay? We'll have drinks." The beeper went off again, "I have to go. In the mean time," he pointed at House, "Don't talk to him."

Wilson took off down the hall and House and Gwen were left alone.

"Now I'm just curious about you. If Jimmy thought I would leave you alone after that he is sorely mistaken," Gwen said.

"A woman after my own heart," House thought.

"Now," she continued, "If you really wanted to piss James off we could go out for drinks. You busy?" she asked.

He was a little taken aback but refused to show it on his face. What interest could this creature have in him? But he had to admit he was attracted to her. Very much. And it was just drinks. And just to make Wilson crazy. Who knew what kind of juicy secrets he could squeeze out of this girl.

"I've got clinic duty. So basically I am free! Let's go," he limped back towards his desk to grab his jacket.

"Great!" Gwen beamed.