Tuesday:

I was dreaming a wonderful dream. It involved chocolate and Wilson and whipped cream, mmmmmmm... It was a fabulous dream. That is, until someone rudely pulled me away from my very delicious dream by making a lot of noise.

I open my eyes, the clock says 6am. I groan loudly and look around to try and find the source of the loud noise.

I discover the source by the door. The doorknob falls off, bouncing off the chair and onto the floor. I sit up and watch the door curiously. Something is pushing it open. Well, someone is. I see Wilson's arm as he reaches around the door. The door is just barely open enough for him to do this. I hear him groan loudly as he reaches around blindly. It's everything I have not to laugh. His hand finally connects with the chair and he pushes it out of the way. The door swings open.

"Good Morning." I say with what I'm sure is a very amused expression on my face.

Wilson looks surprised to see me awake. He's holding a screwdriver in one hand. It would look slightly menacing if his mouth wasn't hanging open. He closes his mouth and puts the screwdriver on the dresser. Then, he goes to the closet without saying a word.

"I'm sorry, Greg, for waking you at this ungodly hour and for breaking your door." I offer. I swear, I'm just trying to be helpful, not sarcastic... Okay, maybe I'm being a little sarcastic.

Wilson sighs. "I'm sorry, House, that you're an asshole that locked me out of our room. Thus, forcing me to break our bedroom door so I can get clean clothes so I can look presentable for work."

"I get the feeling that that wasn't a sincere apology."

Wilson ignores me as he pulls some clothes out of the closet.

"You know, maybe if you apologized then things could go back to normal."

Wilson spins around. "Me? I should apologize? This is all your fault!!"

"My fault? Why?"

"You should know why!" Wilson exclaims, turning back to the closet.

"Oh, come on! That's not fair. Look, it's early. There's still a lot of time before we have to go to work. Maybe we could kiss and make up. And by 'kiss and make up' I mean 'have crazy hot sex for the next few hours.'"

"You're unbelieveable, House." Wilson says, walking out with his clothes.

"So that's a no?"

"So, what did you find out?" I ask, looking around the conference room.

"That Wilson is pissed off at you." Foreman says.

"Yeah, yeah. I figured that out all on my own. But why is he pissed off at me?"

The three of them shrug. "He didn't say." Chase says.

"He seemed suspicious." Cameron says.

"I told you guys to be subtle. Stealthy. You had one mission! What's the purpose of having minions if you guys can't complete a simple mission!" I say, pacing around the room. "I mean, I send you guys over there with a case that is clearly cancer so Wilson would start with all the cancer talk. Then, with his guard down because he's so focused on the patient, you guys were suppose to subtly ask questions and collect clues. He answers more honestly when he's distracted because he doesn't have the brainpower to filter his responses at the same time."

"I suppose saying, 'Hey, Wilson, tell us why are you pissed at House so we can stop playing games and actually treat patients?' was the wrong way to go?"

I point my cane at Foreman accusingly. "I will fire you if that's what you really said. What point of 'be subtle and stealthy' didn't you understand?"

"He didn't say that." Cameron says.

I turn my cane to Cameron. "You would say that." I put my cane down and turn to Chase. "You play my games because you value your job. Was Foreman that obvious?"

"No. We were very subtle." Chase says. I raise my eyebrow. "And stealthy." Chase mutters, rolling his eyes.

"Then why did you guys fail?"

"Have you thought that maybe this isn't our fault? That maybe you should remember why people are pissed at you?" Cameron asks.

"I'd have no room in my brain for anything else if I had to keep track of that!!"

Foreman sighs loudly. "Look, Wilson was suspicious and it wasn't our fault. I mean, the man has known you for how long? We're your team and we were asking opinion on what is, like you said, clearly a cancer case. We should have just handed over the case. It shouldn't have taken three of us."

"Fine. Go off and find a case that is less clear. Find someone that has symptoms that could be explained by paraneoplastic syndrome. Even better if they have cancer, because then we won't have to deal with them."

"Wouldn't they have to already be diagnosed for us to know that they have cancer and it really is paraneoplastic?" Cameron asks, looking confused.

"Details, Details." I say waving my hand dismissively. "Whatever. Go forth and find all the patients with headaches or something. Maybe they'll have a brain tumor or something."

"You want us to go find cancer patients to dump on Wilson? Why don't we start blasting radiation at people so they develop cancer and give him hundreds of more patients. Increasing his work load like that will certainly make him forgive you!" Foreman says, dramatically.

"Don't mock my plans! Though, maybe I am going about this wrong. Okay, go amuse yourselves elsewhere. I have some plotting to do."

After they leave, I go to my office. I sit down and prop my feet up on the desk. I have a feeling that this may take a while. I try to plan out what I'm going to say, because I know it will take a lot of convincing to make this work. Oh well, I'll just wing it. I pick up the phone and dial.

"Hello?" I'm surprised she didn't recognize the number and ignore the call.

"Hey, Julie. It's Greg... Yeah, Greg House... look, don't hang up. I wouldn't call unless it was important." I start twirling my cane, starting to feel like some sort of movie villian. "Yes, important by other people's standards... I'm worried about Wilson..."

A/N: Paraneoplastic is my favourite work ever. Anyway, I had trouble writing this chapter at first because of how awkward it is to write in the tense I'm writing this story in. I was tempted to change the tense all together but inspiration hit and I was able to make it work. So, this note is just to say that I recognize that some people find it awkward to read things written in the present tense. It's sort of awkward to write too, but for some reason, that's the tense I prefer sometimes.

I apologize for any awkwardness there may be in the story due to the tense. I hope you like the story so far, and Thanks to everyone that has reviewed so far!

(PS. Think I used the word awkward enough? lol)