Taub found Wilson in the cafeteria staring blankly at a container of strawberry yogurt with a plastic spoon jutting from it. He slid into the seat across from the oncologist and smiled demurely.
"Have you seen House lately?"
Wilson didn't take his eyes off of the yogurt. "Not for a while."
"Okay."
He paused. The pause took on a life of its own. The pause drug on through the ages. The pause went through puberty. The pause had its first girlfriend. The pause got married. The pause took out a mortgage on its house. The pause committed several violent crimes for which it was never caught. Six children and twelve grandkids later, the pause lay gasping on it death bed.
Wilson killed the pause, with a knife.
"Why?"
Taub glanced up. They had both been staring at the prop—er, yogurt. "Why what?"
"Why House, of all people?"
Taub smiled softly. "Can we ever really choose?"
Wilson poked his yogurt. "I chose."
"Three times."
Annoyed, Wilson looked up. "What I mean is you have a choice. It isn't like House is your only option. In fact," He shrugged. "Most people wouldn't even have House as an option."
"Still not a choice."
Wilson tugged his yogurt close to him and eyed its fake pink goodness. "He used to hang out on the roof a lot. Right up until Stacy left the second time." Wilson glanced up. "He might be there."
"Thanks," Taub said, rising. "Have fun with your… yogurt."
Wilson eyed his yogurt as Taub walked away. Was the yogurt a metaphor for something? He took a bite.
"Nah…"
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Author's Notes: This may be the last update for a while. I've written a few chapters ahead, but I have to work through a rather large plot hole I've developed. If you're lucky, there will be one more update tomorrow, then another in September. See you then!