The Little Things

Chapter 8

House runs into Wilson's office and exclaims, "Jimmy, I've got three tickets to the most fought after event of the year. We are going to go see… dun, dun, dun..." as he pulls out the tickets, "… The Rolling Stones in concert this Saturday."

"No way! Seriously?"

"Way serious my friend."

"Three tickets?"

"Well, yeah, I wasn't going to leave Ally out!"

"Ahh, yeah, I could have guessed," Wilson replied.

"What? Are you jealous of me actually having another friend now? Ahhhh, poor Jimmy! It must be devastating for you to have to share me, I know," House said sarcastically.

"No, it's just, you've gotten really close and I see the way you two look at each other. It's got to be more than friendship."

"Oh yeah. You know all we want to do is jump each others bones every time we look at each other," House said again sarcastically. "I just don't know how I refrain from doing so."

"Whatever," he replied chuckling as House cringed. "You can say what you want but your actions don't lie."

House left Wilson's office shaking his head. He turned as the door was still closing behind him and yells, "What does that action tell you?" and walks off in a huff.

I was working in the lab with Chase when House came in.

"So, how's everything going?"

"We're running tests for the Immunology and Rheumatology departments. There haven't been any interesting or unexplainable cases in this hospital for weeks," exclaimed Chase.

"I know! The only thing I've been doing recently is clinic hours and paperwork. Cuddy is actually making me finish logging all the patient information and she's planning on making me do some unthinkable things at the Summer Cancer Research Fundraiser," he shudders at the thought. He stares off to the side, raises his eyebrow and says, "I think Wilson's in on it."

"How dare she make you do your job," I replied sarcastically with a smile.

"Hey, that Summer Cancer Research Fundraiser is not my job nor is doing the thing she wants me to do. Though she did say that she'll take a week off my clinic hours if I go ahead with what she wants so… maybe I will! I think I might be able to get an extra week off if I hold out some more," he said.

"When is it?" I asked.

"A month from Saturday," he replied. "It's formal," he shudders again.

"Ahhh, but you love tuxedos," I replied again sarcastically. "Well, if you wear a tux, I promise to wear a tight, cute strapless number. Deal?"

"Tempting," he said pondering the dilemma. "See you in a hot dress, be in a tux and get a week or two off clinic duty… or not go to the stupid thing in the first place! What to do?! What to do?!" he said. I then smacked him on the arm. "Okay, okay! It's a deal!"

Chase then spoke up again, "So, that means you two are going together?"

House looked at him in response to the question and then said, "Of course, why wouldn't I take her as my date?"

"No reason. I was just checking." Chase then left the lab.

I turned to House and said, "Thank you!"

"Why? You're the only woman I would have asked anyways and this way he still has the idea that we're involved. Wait, does this mean I have to dance?"

"Maybe. Depends on if you're a good boy or not!"

"Yes Mommy," he replied. "Oh, I almost forgot! Tell me you don't have plans this Saturday."

"Okay, I don't have plans this Saturday!"

"Alright! I'm taking you and Jimmy to the coolest event of the year," he said.

"So, get on with it. I'm intrigued now. Where are we going?"

"To see the coolest band ever, The Rolling Stones!"

I jumped, squealed and hugged him. "Seriously?"

"That's what Jimmy said! Yeah, really. I have it all set up."

"How in the world did you get tickets? I thought they were sold out."

"I have my sources. We even have backstage passes!" He held them out to show me.

"This is awesome. What should I wear?" asking the question more to myself then to him. "I haven't been to a concert in a long time."

"I'd say you should wear something tight and stretchy!"

"Only if you do too," we both laughed.