FOUR

"Maybe he won't have any reason to be disappointed."

House's mouth just fell open as she said that last sentence. He couldn't believe it; that guy was one of the fakest pieces of crap he has ever seen. She had to be kidding. He couldn't even think of a nasty comeback before she had turned on her heels and walked away. He sat back down behind her desk and began spinning his cane around in his hands. He did this for about ten minutes, before boredom got the best of him and he decided to go see Wilson.

Wilson heard a loud bang as his door crashed open. He didn't even look up; it had become a daily happening, so it never fazed him anymore. "What do you want, House?" he asked as he continued his paperwork.

"I'm bored," he stated simply, like an eight year old looking for something to do.

"Go do your clinic hours."

"Geez, man. When did Cuddy train you to start saying that?" House asked as he took a seat across from Wilson. Wilson just rolled his eyes and set down his pen, clearly annoyed.

"I'm sort of busy right now," Wilson replied. "Where's your team? Why don't you go annoy them?"

"Cameron's doing my paperwork, Foreman's doing my clinic hours, and Chase is just no fun to bug anymore. He gets so cranky, it's like PMS or something."

"Right," replied Wilson, making a not so subtle show of getting back to his paperwork. House was silent for a few minutes, except for the tapping of his fingers on the table, while he thought about Cuddy and this Ethan character.

"So... You're getting some more money for your dying patients, I hear."

"Is that why you're here? You want the details on this new donor?"

"I was just trying to make conversation," he replied innocently. "The silence was getting pretty awkward."

"Right. So instead of bringing up something like The L Word or monster trucks or my failed marriages, you decide to talk about a donation to the cancer department," he replied with a laugh. "You really do have some humanity in you, after all."

House made a face at Wilson's last sentence and Wilson just laughed.

"You have a problem, House."

"Yeah, it's called a bum leg."

"You know what I'm talking about."

"The pills?" he asked, rolling his eyes.

"Cuddy."

"Not this again," House said with a laugh, rolling his eyes. "You have a problem."

"Yeah. You."

"Oh snap," he replied, pointing his cane at Wilson. "Well I better go find someone else to annoy, because annoying you just lost all its' fun."

"Later, House," he replied with a smirk, but House had already limped out of his office and down the hall.