Hello and welcome to the second installment of this ridiculous story! I would like to thank you all for your reviews. They made me warm and fuzzy on the inside. Seriously. Thanks. C: And please enjoy!

Wilson sat and stared in wonder. He sat on the opposite side of the PPTH cafeteria, and had been craning his neck for a better look ever since the two entered together some minutes ago. They were sitting together. And… talking. Not nicely, seeing as that would be physically impossible with House, but Cuddy didn't look like she was fantasizing about going Viking on his jugular with the plastic spork in her hands. Okay, maybe a little, but still, he was amazed nevertheless.

He watched intently as Cuddy flipped open… something, a card? No, a brochure. She pointed to a part in it, and looked up at House. She says something and He looks frazzled. He leans back and replies, and she frowns. Wilson didn't even know what they were talking about, but he knew that House didn't like it and was deflecting. Cuddy said something else and House sat up, intrigued.

And then the conversation switched, with Cuddy being the uncomfortable one and House taking control. He said something and she squirmed slightly in her seat, fidgeting with her salad. The scruffy man continued to advance on his position over the topic, and Wilson could see Cuddy breaking. Finally she dipped her head in defeat and said something. House stood up abruptly and bid her farewell, waggling his eyebrows before practically prancing off.

Wilson furrowed his brow as he looked at Cuddy, who was resting her head in her hands. He sat for a little while longer before curiosity finally took over and he practically darted out of the cafeteria. He needed to know what the hell was going on, and he needed to know now. It was time to talk to House.

Halfway to the second floor, it occurred to the man that House was going to him, and he made a beeline to his office. Wilson made it to his chair and flipped open the nearest file on his desk when he heard his friend approach, singing.

"She wore an itsy-bitsy teeny-weenie yellow polka-dot bikini!" Wilson screwed his face up, amused at the sound. "That she wore for the first time today!" His door flew open, revealing a very smug House.

Wilson opened his mouth to ask, and was cut off by his friend. "We're going shopping for swimwear after work."

"What?"

House couldn't help but grin at his friend's befuddled expression. "Cuddy and I. Swimwear. As in, for water. Usually pools or oceans, though you can obviously infer that they're going to be for a pool, because the ocean around here tends to be a little chilly in September." House flopped down in the chair across from Wilson's desk, watching his friend purse and unpurse his lips, face crumpled and confused.

"Why?"

House frowned slightly. "She's going to attend 'therapeutic swimming' classes with me."

Wilson had to laugh.

"Seriously?"

House sat back, taking in his friend's reaction. "That's what I said."

"You're going to take swimming classes?"

"Therapeutic Swimming classes. With Cuddy. Keep up with me, Jimmy-boy!"

"Wait. Cuddy got you to take Therapeutic Swimming classes? How?"

"Perhaps you missed the 'with Cuddy' part of what I just said. Have you seen the woman? I'd lop off my leg to see her in a bikini."

"No you wouldn't."

"No I wouldn't. But I don't have to, do I? I Just gotta stand around in a pool 'n look pretty, and enjoy the view." House made an exaggerated curvy outline with his hands, waggling his eyebrows like he did in the Cafeteria.

Wilson paused. He had a hunch that there was another reason House was actually going to do this.

"I thought it would be a little awkward for you to be around Cuddy? After… You know?"

House grinned wryly.

Wilson gaped.

"Unless… Unless you're going to try to make your hallucination a reality." House continued to stare at his friend, smiling. "That's it, isn't it? You like her! You're doing this because you think you can somehow get her to be in a relationship with you!"

House stood and walked over to him, patting the man on his head in mock affection. "You think too much." he offered another evil grin and left, leaving a flabbergasted Wilson staring at his closed door.

So there you have chapter two! I was thinking about including the shopping in this chapter, but I'll keep these short and sweet. Please review!