A.N.- I got a review so as a thank you here's Chapter 20! Review and more surprises will come!

Chapter 20- Breakfast At Wilson's

House

I went over to Wilson's place and got out of my car. I walked up to the threshold and found the extra key Wilson always hid under the mat and let myself in. "Hey Wilson!" Wilson turned around from his place at the stove. Elena sat on a barstool in dark jeans and a white shirt that exposed her shoulders. I walked behind her and started to rub her shoulders. "Guess who?"

"Hi House," Elena said as I continued rubbing her shoulders and started singing to myself.

"Unchain my heart, baby let me be. Unchain my heart because you don't care about me. Unchain my heart, baby let me go," I sang, "Name the song."

Elena just looked at me.

"Trick question; I wrote it. You should hear the trumpet solo I have planned for it. What's for breakfast?"

"Chocolate waffles and bacon and eggs," Wilson said.

"Well instead of money for rubbing your lovely Elena's shoulders and my singing skills I suppose food will work, and a cup of coffee." Wilson walked over to the coffee pot and got Elena more coffee and me a cup. "See I knew there was a reason why I hang out with you."

"House why are you here?" Wilson asked.

"To have breakfast," I said sipping my coffee, "why else would I be here?" I moved my hands to the base of Elena's shoulders. "I told you I was good at this, better than Wilson."

"I beg to differ," Wilson said.

"You cook. I've got this," I continued rubbing Elena's shoulders and she drank her coffee. "God what have you been doing to your shoulders?"

"I've been stressed for a long time," she said and I lifted her up onto the bar and dug my fingers into her back.

"Now that I have that differential diagnosis I can fix it," I said.

"Okay I don't trust that. House, take over cooking," Wilson said and we switched places. I took the spatula in my hand. Wilson stood behind Elena massaging her back.

"I know she has rods in her back, I've seen her medical history and I feel them. I wasn't going to hurt her."

"I know, I just don't want you cracking her back too hard."

"I get it," I said, "she's your little flower."

"I'll kill you," Elena said to me but laughed, "I may be lying on tile at the moment but when I get up you're dead."

"Can I eat first? A last meal?"

She laughed. "I guess. And to answer your question I'd say you both have equal skill."

I seriously love writing in House's POV! I hope you liked it too!