Best. Thing. Ever. ((Adi, did you read chapter nine at all?))

So, the summary is: House gets weird when he has a hangover.

Cameron held a hand over her eyes. The florescent lights were drilling a hole in her brain. Chase's head was flat on the desk, and he groaned every few minutes. Foreman had his coffee in a death grip.

"Why the hell would they expect us at work after an office party?" Cameron pouted.

"Because they expect us doctors to use meds or something to stop the hangovers," Chase mumbled.

Foreman snorted. "I actually took some, and I still feel like crawling back in bed."

Wilson moved in front of the glass walls out in the hallway and peered into the office. He opened the door and stuck his head in first, checking all the little corners for crippled people trying to ambush him.

"What are you looking for?" Cameron asked.

Wilson moved all the way inside and sat in a chair facing away from the hallway. In a quiet hiss, he said, "I'm hiding from House."

There was a long pause. Three sets of eyes followed the slow, painful trudge of a man brought low by alcohol as he came closer to the door. Chase rubbed his eyes and said, "Why?"

"Because when he gets a hangover, he gets...weird."

The door opened. Wilson dropped his face into his hands without looking around.

House's just-found-a-whole-family-of-dead-fuzzy-things-under-my-tongue look brightened immediately. "Hey, it's Jimmy! Say hi to Jimmy, gang!"

They all obediently waved their hands, including House. "Hi, Jimmy."

"Don't encourage this."

"What do we say when Jimmy's down?" House prompted. They stared blankly at him. After the pause, House finished, "We say, Cheer up, Jimmy!"

"Cheer up, Jimmy."

"You guys are very unhelpful."

Chase whispered, "What'll happen to us if we don't do it? He looks insane."

House raised his hands and continued, "What do we say when Jimmy's mad?"

Cameron tried, at least. "Be happy, Jimmy."

Wilson, knowing what was coming, just shook his head.

"Be happy, Jimmy!" House cheered. "What do we say when Jimmy's happy?" No one knew.

House took one limping step and sat in Wilson's lap. He grabbed both sides of his friend's head and kissed him, with much too many sound effects.

"I love you, Jimmy!" House cheered.

Jimmy hid his face in his hands. "There's a reason why I don't get drunk on the same nights he does."

Foreman, too conked out on Chaser tablets and caffeine to care much, took a sip of his beloved coffee and nodded to himself. "Yup, that's pretty weird."

I'd like to add that I've never had a hangover, so correct me on anything you feel like. So funny!