Wilson was the first to wake to find the sun shining through the windows. For once it didn't bother him. It was a beautiful Saturday morning and it was nine forty-five. Wilson got up to make everyone breakfast.

In the next room, House had woken from the sounds of clanging pots and pans, which signalled that Wilson was making breakfast. He grabbed his bottle of Vicodin pills and his cane, and then walked into the front room in his usual attire of pants and a t-shirt. He glanced at the sleeping figure and turned to walk into the kitchen.

"Made any coffee?"

"I've just started breakfast, I haven't got round to the coffee yet."

"Well hurry up, I need something to wash down the pills" House moaned.

"Can you try and do something to help for once?" Wilson said, trying not to let House break his happy mood.

"You just can't get the staff these days" House teased as he turned on the kettle and left a plain red mug on the side ready for when the kettle boiled.

"There are two other people living here who would like some coffee"

"Oh, and who may they be?"

"Me and Katrina. You know, the woman sleeping on the couch who came all the way from England to see us. Or have you been too wrapped in your own world to notice that?"

House could see he was getting to Wilson and he liked that.

"Payback" he thought to himself.

The kettle boiled and House begrudgingly poured the water into two more mugs and stirred them, the aroma of coffee wafted into the front room and was taken in by Katrina's nostrils.

She awoke thinking of last night and smiling to herself, she pushed the duvet off herself and padded into the kitchen.

She smiled when she saw the two men standing, one drinking coffee, the other cooking food. Both men were still wearing what they went to bed in. She grinned thinking how lucky she was to be standing in a kitchen with two handsome looking men, both wearing what they went to bed in.

"Hungry?" Wilson asked plating the food up.

"Thirsty?" House said offering her a cup of steaming coffee.

"Thanks" she replied to both of them taking a plate and a mug and walking back into the front room.

Both men quickly rushed into the front room with their own food and drink. House successfully reached the couch before Wilson could, and he was resigned to the other couch.

"Anybody would think I'm the Queen the way you two are acting this morning"

"Don't be that flattered" House retorted, "It's a frequent game me and Wilson play to properly wake up every morning. It's called Loser sits on the crappy couch."

Wilson knew full well House was lying but played along anyway to keep him in a good mood.

Katrina looked over the rim of her cup and nodded slowly not sure whether they were joking or serious.

House observed her, something was different but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Are you wearing Wilson's clothes?"

She blushed and looked to the floor before recomposing herself.

"Well I couldn't go to bed in the nude could I?"

"I would've stayed up to see that" House commented his doubts now pushed to the back of his mind, Wilson gave him a piercing look of disgust.

"As subtle as ever Greg." She retorted

Katrina got up and placed her plate and mug in the sink, the she grabbed last night's clothes and walked into House's room and slammed the door.

"Did I say something wrong?" he asked confused.

Wilson sighed and also placed his stuff in the sink and knocked on the door. He heard a quiet "Come in" and walked in closing the door behind him.

This left House feeling isolated.

She was sitting on the bed looking out the window, for the first time feeling homesick. Last night had been wonderful; she had finally got the guts to kiss Wilson and find out he liked her in the same way, yet the guilty feeling returned.

That was why she had left the room. Not because of the jibe House had made at her. It was all too overwhelming.

"Are you ok?" Wilson asked, sitting beside her on the bed.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She mumbled, "Just remembered how homesick I'm feeling."

Wilson put his arms around her and she rotated herself so she was facing him.

"This helps a little" she smiled as he moved a strand of hair out of her eyes. She felt her breath getting shallow again. He moved in and kissed her, once again the guilt disappeared and the butterflies returned fluttering within her stomach.

They had somehow learned back onto the bed. Wilson was leaning on top of her and her head was resting on the mattress.

Within the front room House was getting impatient. Firstly, because he wanted to get dressed. Secondly, because he wanted to know what was going on within his room. There had been silence for quite a few minutes. But he stayed out knowing he had already pissed her off once this morning, he wanted to get out of her bad books. Not further into them.

"Hey! Are you guys finished talking in there?"

Katrina opened her eyes and pushed Wilson softly off her before responding "Erm, yea…"

Wilson was grinning from ear to ear, so she punched him softly.

"Stop it!" she hissed but was smiling herself. "Not a word to Greg!"

"Ok"

Wilson came out of House's bedroom looking at the floor, hiding his smile followed by Katrina who was dressed in yesterday's clothes.

"I'm sorry" House said looking towards the floor before shuffling into his bedroom.

These words made Katrina look to the floor, guilt welling up inside of her. It wasn't his fault she stormed out.

It was hers.

Wilson stood there with his mouth gaping open. If the moment was so strange she would've made a comment about James doing a great impression of a goldfish; he kept looking at the closed door of House's bedroom in disbelief.

"You know he never says sorry"

"Well there's a first for everything" Katrina said with no emotion in her voice. "Is it ok if I go back to the hotel?"

"Yeah, sure. I'll drive you" Wilson replied wondering what was wrong with her.

They drove along the road in silence. Katrina was peering outside the window and Wilson concentrating on the road. He wanted to take hold of her hand as comfort but held back unsure of what she would do. He knew women had mood swings but they weren't that bad.

As they stopped in front of the hotel Katrina got out the car and went to walk into the three star hotel which was towering above them.

"Kat!"

She turned round to face Wilson, her blue eyes met his brown and he saw confusion.

"Yes James?"

"Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yes, I'm fine" she replied with a half smile.

Wilson took her hands in his own. Hers were smaller in comparison but they felt cold in the warm summer atmosphere.

"I have to go now" her palms swept away from his and his hands dropped to his sides. She left him standing by the car, confused and bewildered.