Author: Isabel Juno

TItle: My Kingdom for a Tranquilizer

Disclaimers: I don't own it... and no amount of wishing on birthday candles is gonna change it... especially when they aren't even my birthday candles! Thanks to all my friends who inspire me to write! Smoresie, Bytie, Shiori, and Anne Herbold i'm talking about you guys!

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Cuddy and House turned to stare at him and Wilson was suddenly very glad they were behind Cuddy's desk. Wilson felt his jaw moving up and down as he attempted to talk. Cuddy was straddling House and House looked more rumpled than was even vaguely normal. The two glanced at each other and Cuddy wiped off some of the lipstick she'd accidently transferred onto House's face and neck… and ear. So much for dancing around each other, thought Wilson.

"Umm… I'm leaving early. I have a date. Uh… I'll... just… leave you two to it then." He bolted out before either of the two lovebirds could say a damn thing to him. Somehow, the shock of actually seeing them together, he flinched at his mental usage of the word together. He continued trying to forget what he'd just seen as he hurried out of the hospital giving one of the nurses a curt nod in response to her "Goodnight Dr. Wilson."

It took him half an hour to find the bloody club. The Twizzler's housed in an old brick warehouse and the inside was a sharp contrast to the outside. Inside was a mess of flashing strobe lights, smoke, booze, and dancing lunatics. How the hell was he supposed to find his date in this mess? He caught sight of Dea, wearing a flamboyant red dress and black strappy heels.

"DEA!" He yelled into her ear. She turned around and grinned at him.

"GLAD YOU MADE IT!" She yelled back. The music was thundering and the floor shook with the force. She pointed him towards a corner lounge area a little ways from the lights. He gave her a glare and sulked off to it, wondering what lunatic friend of Dea's he'd been set up with.

She had soft golden brown hair that was tucked behind an ear. She glanced up at him and he felt himself gasp at her shockingly blue eyes that greeted him warmly.

"You must be James!" She shouted over the racket. He slipped into the seat next to her and nodded. She grinned. "You're just as cute as Dea promised." James blushed. She grinned wickedly at him.

It didn't take them long to escape the loud club and head for a more relaxed restaurant. He couldn't help but stare at her. She was gorgeous. They talked about mostly trivial things during dinner. Her name was Angela Patrice and she was a zoologist who was currently writing a book. She'd met Dea years before when they were both in college. Wilson raised an eyebrow at that. He knew Dea was nearing forty. Angela was barely thirty and after embarrassing himself with a random guess he found out she just looked amazingly young and was actually 33.

"I finished high school when I was twelve. I got accepted to University of Michigan and hitchhiked my way there; my parents were furious. They wanted me to stay with them until I was eighteen and just go to community college until then. I refused and went to stay with my brother. He pretty much let me do whatever I wanted as long as I kept my grades up and didn't get hurt or in trouble." Angela stirred her pasta around calmly.

"Wow." She laughed. He shook his head. "You had a crazy adolescence didn't you? I mean… if I'd had that kind of freedom. My parents made me study. Well, I made myself study too." She rolled her eyes.

"Nerd alert!" She teased. He smiled sadly.

"To be honest, you're right. I was a complete nerd as a kid. I just sat around reading medical books." He felt rather geeky admitting that. She began choking on her drink.

"You're kidding right? I thought my brother was the only person geeky enough for that." Wilson shrugged.

"Is he a doctor then?"

"He's something. I love him to death but he's about as crazy as a dingbat." She admitted.

All in all the dinner went spectacularly except when both of them dived for the check and Wilson barely managed to pay the bill before Angela threw her credit card at the waiter.

And by the time the traumatized waiter returned with Wilson's credit card, they were already planning on a nice stroll through the nearby park. And by the time they made it to the park they were already planning their next date, the next night at a jazz club. And by the time they made it back to their cars, James was already falling in love with the beautiful zoologist.

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