The first thing Wilson was aware of was the sound of a heart monitor beeping out a steady rhythm. How strange, he thought, none of his patients were in the ICU or in the emergency room. Gradually memory came back to Wilson and as it did he realized that he was the one lying in the hospital bed and that the heart monitor was his own. Opening his eyes, Wilson looked around the room. The first thing he saw was House in the seat next to him, gazing at him silently. Several moments passed in silence before Wilson broke it.

"Who are you?" Wilson said as he locked eyes with House.

"You don't remember me?" House asked, panic beginning to snake its way through him.

Wilson's eyes were alight with mirth.

"I can't believe you fell for that," Wilson said, grinning as he sat up straighter in bed. As he adjusted his IV so that it wouldn't tangle, Wilson glanced over at House. The older man was staring at Wilson, more seriously than Wilson had ever seen him.

"House," Wilson began quietly, "I was only joking-"

"You had a grand mal seizure and you choose now to acquire a sense of humor?" House said, his voice almost a growl.

Wilson stopped in his mental tracts, looking at his friend more carefully. There was genuine concern in the keen blue eyes and Wilson could not help but simply stare. Despite himself, despite the fear building in the back of his mind about why he had had a seizure in the first place, Wilson was simply mesmerized at what he saw as he looked at Gregory House. He does care, Wilson thought, astounded. Nodding, Wilson sat back, still gazing at House.

"So, what happened?"

House looked confused.

"I just told you, you had a seizure-"

"Yeah, but why?"

House shook his head.

"We don't know, we couldn't do any of the scans until you woke up. Now that you have, next stop is lovely, picturesque MRI machine in beautiful Radiology."

"Fun," Wilson said sardonically. "Hey, where's Amber? She never showed up for lunch, did she?"

"Her lecture ran long, but I called her once you were stable. She'll be over later."

"Okay, who are you and what have you done with Greg House?"

"He's been airlifted back to the mother-ship," House said, his eyes wide in a mock alien-face.

Wilson smiled.

"Of course," Wilson said, "what kept them so long?"

"They were distracted by Cuddy's top," House said without missing a beat.

The two men, despite themselves, broke out into uncontrollable laughter for the second time that day.

A/N: Things should speed up a little after this...keep the reviews coming, I always want to know how close to the characters I'm getting...