The University of Pennsylvania - Philadelphia, PA – January 1998
James Wilson jumped as a sheet of white paper descended in front of his face.
"Happy birthday to you, dearest Jimmy." House spoke from behind him. Wilson checked his watch; House was twenty-seven minutes late, though Wilson considered himself lucky that his friend showed up at all.
Wilson grabbed the paper and glanced at it without reading it. "What, is this my two-months-late birthday gift?"
"I figured it'd make you feel better about our relationship if I acted like I hadn't forgotten." House sat across from him.
Wilson smirked at his friend before redirecting his attention to the sheet of paper. He read it over once, narrowed his eyes, and then read it over again. "Seriously?" He asked, finally looking up at House with wide eyes.
House nodded, leaning back in the wooden chair and smiling slyly, "Seriously."
"I'd have to apply," Wilson said carefully, questioningly.
"Well, yeah. Lisa Cuddy's easy, but she's not that easy," House scoffed, smirking. "You're more than qualified, Stacy will tell Cuddy you're a saint, Cuddy knows I wouldn't be friends with an idiot…you'll get it, I'm sure."
Wilson's grin grew, "Princeton, huh?"
House nodded. "Bonnie gonna be good with it?"
Wilson paused for a long moment. For a few minutes, he'd completely forgotten about his wife. Her real-estate job was focused specifically in Philadelphia, an hour away from Princeton. "Well…we'll figure something out. We can move, or I can move. Whatever. We'll figure it out." He was thinking aloud.
House's interest piqued at the tone of disregard in Wilson's tone, "Trouble in paradise?"
"Nothing out of the ordinary. She'll probably just be relieved I've found a job I actually want."
House nodded once, "Good."
Wilson brought his coffee cup to his mouth and looked at the printout once more. Attending position in the Department of Oncology at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. He had a good feeling about it.