A/N: Thank you for the reviews! And a big thanks for staying with this little story of mine… Anyway enjoy the next chapter!

House entered the hospital lobby the next morning, hoping that Cuddy wouldn't see him, he was tired of working in the clinic all day. And he was successful, he made it to his office without running into her.

"Please tell me Cuddy gave you a case?" Foreman greeted him.

"You're starting to sound like a broken record." House returned.

He heard the door opening behind him and for a moment he thought it was Cuddy until he heard Wilson's voice.

"Cuddy called, saying that she's not coming in today and left me in charge."

Everybody looked at House, he a suspicion why she wasn't in today, but he was done making announcements from the balcony. "She's probably just doing some Christmas shopping. Speaking of which…" He limped to his office shutting the door behind him, although he knew Wilson would probably fallow him. And sure enough not ten seconds later the door opened again.

"What do you know?" He asked.

"I don't know anything, why don't you ask her yourself." He grumbled. If anyone should tell Wilson it should be Cuddy.

"I'll ask Cuddy later then." He mumbled disappointed that House wouldn't give him a juicy piece of gossip. "I wanted to talk to about something else, though…" Wilson scratched the back of his neck, which he only did when he was nervous. "Sam is moving in, so I want to move out."

House stopped searching for his Ipod and looked at Wilson. It actually wasn't that big a deal, he hadn't been back at the loft in quite a while, but if he moved out he had to eventually move his stuff back to his old apartment. Was he ready for that?

On the other hand he had seen Wilson and Sam together and his best friend looked happy. And he wanted Wilson to be happy, he had been through some tough times the last two years. First Amber's death and then House's time in Mayfield, which he knew, had been hard for Wilson too.

"House? Did you hear what I said?"

"Yeah, I did. I'll come get my stuff tonight."

"Okay" He could tell Wilson was still uncomfortable, so there was more he had to say. "Why don't you bring Annette with you? We could have dinner together."

Now it was House's turn to be nervous. He didn't exactly think highly of Sam, because of how she left things with Wilson at their divorce. Who the hell lets the lawyer deliver the divorce papers?

"I'll call Annette and let you know." House had a lot to think about.

As soon as Wilson left his office, he dug out his cell and dialed Annette's number.

"Hello?"

"Hey it's me. Question for you: Do you wanna have dinner with Wilson and his girlfriend Sam tonight?"

"Sounds great."

"No… You weren't supposed to say that."

"Sorry, couldn't see you winking through the phone. Why was I supposed to say no?"

"Because now we don't have a good enough reason for not going."

"Again sorry. I'm actually looking forward meeting the woman you keep referring to as the bitch."

"Yeah and now she is moving in with my idiot friend."

"Oh… That's why we're having dinner with them, so you can get your stuff."

"Yeah" He sighed deeply not really knowing how to handle the situation.

"Are you okay with that?"

"I have to be, don't I? Wilson has already made his decision."

"Just tell him you don't want to move out."

"I can't do that, did you not just hear what I said?"

"Stop deflecting… What's the real reason you don't want to move your stuff?"

House sighed again "Because if I tell him why I don't want to move he might get mad at me and I don't want that."

"That's not the real reason, you usually don't care if he gets mad." Annette was trying to get him to tell her, admitting the problem was always the first step.

Again he sighed, which made Annette smile "Because if I tell I thinks it's a bad idea to move in with Sam it's not gonna end well for me. I don't want to lose him. And I'm not sure I'm ready to go back to my apartment again." He added that last part in a whisper.

"Here's what you're gonna do: You're gonna get your things and we're gonna have dinner with them. And you're not going to lose Wilson."

She did reassure him a little bit "What about my apartment?"

"I'll be there with you… You're not alone anymore, remember?" The tone in her voice changed and he could tell she was smiling.

"Yeah…" Was all House could add to that "So I'll pick you up at 7, is that okay?"

"Yep that's fine. And don't worry so much."

"I don't worry." He denied.

"Yeah right."

"Whatever" He said and hung up the phone. Did he worry too much?