A/N: Thank you for reading the previous chapters. This is the long overdue update, sorry for letting you wait for so long… anyway enjoy

30 minutes later they were standing in front of Wilson's loft ready to knock on the door. Or at least Annette was House seemed to be deep in thought.

So she took his hand and first when she gave it a squeezed it had the desired effect of bringing him out of his thoughts.

"Are you okay?" She was a little worried, she knew that he was concerned about Wilson.

"Yeah, it's just that this relationship seems to be very serious. So when it does end and trust me it will, because this is Wilson we're talking about… More often than not the relationship ends because the wife/girlfriend has a problem with me. And then Wilson hates me and he ignores me for a couple of months." He finished softly.

"Okay, but you're still friends he's always come back to you."

"Yeah, but what if the future ex-ex-wife number four is the charm?"

Annette cupped his cheek and he leaned into her touch "I can't really tell you that that's not gonna happen, but I can promise you I'll be there for you if it does." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him softly.

Just as House was about to deepen the kiss the door suddenly opened. "I can come back if you want to…" Wilson greeted them.

"We were just about to knock."

"Yeah I can see that." He let them in and took their coats. Wilson took in what they were wearing and looked at himself. For the first time since he's known House he felt slightly underdressed and he was still in his work clothes for crying out loud. "Anyway, dinner is ready I ordered Chinese."

"Why is it Christmas?"

"Well I thought-" House stopped listening as soon as Wilson answered. He let Annette do the listening while he limped further into the loft. He could already see the changes the new addition in Wilsons's life was doing, first of all there were a lot more useless knick-knacks in the living room than before. Then there were of course the women's magazines next to the medical journals on the coffee table. House dreaded to think what the bathrooms looked like.

The reason for all of this madness, Sam or the bitch as he preferred, was waiting for them at the table. He never understood what Wilson saw in her all those years ago. She looked older than Annette even though she was younger, the bags under her eyes just gave her away.

But he wasn't here to mock, even though he wanted to throw it in Wilson's face that his girlfriend was hotter.

"Hello House" Sam greeted him, he just nodded and then took a seat at the table where he was shortly joined by Annette. It gave him great pleasure that his gorgeous girlfriend didn't even offer to shake the other woman's hand.

House kept his mouth shut throughout the dinner, only opened it when somebody asked him a question directly. He was afraid of saying something wrong, so he spend most of the time caressing Annette's thigh under the table to calm his nerves.

When they finished the dinner all House wanted was to leave, but they still had to pack his stuff. "I'm gonna start packing." He said when everybody started to clean the table.

He entered his old room and was surprised that nothing had changed. Everything was just as he had left it, hurricane Sam hadn't taken over in here yet. Maybe Wilson had some balls after all, he thought as he pulled out a duffel bag from under the bed.

Just as he was about the put some t-shirts in it, Wilson entered carrying a big box.

"I figured the rest should fit in here." House nodded and packed the rest of his clothes. "Are you okay? You were very quite during dinner."

"Yeah, I'm fine."

An awkward silence filled the room, House kept packing while Wilson tried to figure out what the problem was.

"Okay, I give up what's wrong?" Wilson said when House closed the box, everything he had brought with him some months ago could fit into a duffel bag and a box. Was it weird that House felt a little pathetic?

"I said I was fine." House still hadn't decided if he wanted to tell Wilson.

"Okay, when you're ready to talk you know where to find me." He said and left House alone.

When House limped back to the living room, Sam was talking about some movie she and Wilson had seen. He smirked when he noticed Annette's bored expression.

Sam stopped talking when she saw him.

"I'm done…"

"Okay, are you ready to go?" Sam asked, hinting that she wanted them to leave. Clearly she didn't like him and Annette, which he was totally fine with.

"Yeah. I just need some help carrying the box down to the car."

Annette was already saying bye to Sam, obviously she wanted to get home fast as well. House only nodded to Sam again and went to their coats.

And so their double date with Sam and Wilson ended with House being proud of himself that he didn't tell Sam where she could go and that Wilson was a complete idiot. But he also had the nagging feeling that he and Wilson weren't as close as they used to be.