AN: Hello, this is HollywoodVampire! Umm, so this story is basically about House and Wilson getting into a fight. It may be a tiny bit OOC, but my excuse is that it's based on a true event. I don't know if it's my best work but whatever…please review!! I'll give you cookies!!

"Wilson, what's the date today?" Cuddy asked, looking up from her pile of paperwork. Wilson, who was sitting behind his desk helping Cuddy with the reports, smiled and shook his head.

"It's the day before your birthday and you forgot the date?" He asked incredulously.

"What? Oh, I guess I did." Sighing Cuddy scribbled the date on a paper and moved on to the next one. "I'm just a little out of it I guess. All this paperwork is making me go cross-eyed." She took a sip of her coffee before adding, "Thanks for helping me out by the way."

"No problem." Wilson said. He didn't mind helping Cuddy out, after all it was her birthday tomorrow so he should be nice, and it got his mind off the several terminal patients he had at the moment. Suddenly the door opened, admitting a slightly tired looking House.

"Hello Wilson," he greeted, sitting on the edge of the desk. Wilson sighed, looked at Cuddy apologetically, and turned to face the other man.

"Hello House, and to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

"No reason. I was just bored and decided you should entertain me." House explained. He grabbed a plastic toy off of Wilson desk and began to play with it, tossing it between his hands. After a few seconds of that he sighed and tossed the toy across the room, searching for something else to do. He spotted the computer and eagerly limped over to it.

"House, what are you doing?" Cuddy asked, looking over his shoulder. House ignored her and continued to type random things into Google.

"Why are you ignoring me?" But House, because he was ignoring her, didn't answer. Wilson rolled his eyes and stepped between House and the computer.

"What totally obscure and random thing did she do that you decided to hold against her?" He asked. House sighed and glared at the younger oncologist.

"She didn't wear the red blouse I told her to wear." He complained. Wilson stifled a laugh.

"Excuse me?"

"I told her to wear the low cut red blouse today, and she didn't! What part didn't you understand?"

"Two parts actually. The part about why you actually thought she'd do it, and the part about why you asked her in the first place." House sighed as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"I asked her because it would entertain me," House explained. "And I thought she'd do it because I'm House. Everyone does what I ask." Wilson rolled his eyes at House's self-centeredness.

"You're an idiot." He commented.

"Am not. So are you going to move or not?"

Wilson remained silent and did not move.

"Wilson!" House put on his I-hate-you-so-go-away-because-I'm-grumpy face. Wilson challenged it with his I-know-you're-annoyed-and-that's-why-I-am-going-to-continue-bugging-you face. House narrowed his eyes and punched Wilson in the arm. The oncologist let out a yelp and rubbed the injured spot, glaring at him.

"What the hell was that for?!" Wilson shouted. Cuddy, who had been silent this whole time, rushed to Wilson's side. House didn't answer.

"Are you ignoring me now?" Wilson asked amazed. House promptly grabbed his cane and walked out of the office, most likely going to terrorize his team. Wilson sighed and went back to his desk.

"He is so immature!" He complained.

"Yes he is." Cuddy agreed, picking back up on the reports. Wilson attempted to concentrate, but he kept thinking back to House. He knew the miserable cripple wasn't actually mad at him, more like highly annoyed, but Wilson didn't like it. A silent House was unnerving. After a few minutes Wilson decided to get lunch. Cuddy opted to stay and work, so Wilson walked down the hallway alone, risking a peek into House's office. The older man was talking with Chase, and as Wilson passed by, he heard him say.

"Chase, you are now officially my favorite." Wilson opened his mouth indignantly and has the sudden urge to punch the little blonde Australian out, but instead hurried past and practically ran into the cafeteria.

After marveling in the rare opportunity of eating his lunch in peace Wilson began to miss House. He decided to resolve this issue and pulled out his prescription pad, ripping off a sheet and turning it over to the blank side.

House,

What do you want me to do? I'm sorry about whatever stupid thing I did to annoy you. And, knowing you, you will hold this against me until I do something so I will be an enabler and feed your stupid narcissism. I'm sorry for annoying you.

Wilson

Satisfied, Wilson walked out of the cafeteria and silently entered House's office. He set the note on his desk and walked out. About fifteen minutes later House walked into Wilson's office, handed him a different prescription, and walked away. On the back it read:
Wilson,

Thank you. You are still not forgiven.

House

Sighing, Wilson pulled out another script and wrote:

House,

What so you want me to do? Go to the clinic and shout it across the room?

Wilson

He gave the note to a passing nurse and asked her to give the message to House. Ten minutes later she came back with another script.

Wilson,

Yes

House

"Crap." Wilson had been kidding about the clinic thing. Apparently House didn't take it that way. He sighed and debated weather he should do it or not.

"Oh what the hell," He said, deciding this was his only option. He walked to the clinic and told a nurse to page House. Surprisingly, the diagnostician showed up, stopping just inside the doorway. Taking a deep breath, Wilson walked into the middle of the busy clinic.

"I'M SORRY HOUSE!!"

Every one looked at him like he had grown a second head, and looked like he'd grown a third when House limped over and hugged him.

"This is just for effect right." Wilson asked.

"Oh yea." House replied, causing Wilson to laugh.

"So we're good?"

"Yep."

"Good." And with that Wilson kidnapped House's cane and walked away.

AU: This was based on a fight Psychotic and I had. She was mad cuz I wouldn't let her check her email so she punched me and didn't talk to me or our friend Bella (IStarEdwardCullen1221) for an hour and a half. We wrote notes back and forth and she said the only way she'd forgive me was if I yelled I was sorry across our science room. So I did.