Here's chapter 2. a little uneventful? maybe. setting up for something good? Definitely. SO enjoy!! R&R!

"Ouch! What the hell was that for?" House rubbed the side of his head where Wilson had just whacked him.

"You idiot! Why were you late?" Wilson looked around the office and noticed that in the diagnosis room next door, the whole team was present. "And why are you not in there?"

House got up from the comfy chair in the corner of the room and stretched out a bit. "Why I was late is none of your business, and why I'm not in there with those morons is because before I arrived, Cuddy put Foreman in charge of the case."

Wilson was a bit shocked. "Wait, what? Really? Because you were late?"

House tapped his cane against the floor several times. Flatly, he answered, "Yep."

Wilson suddenly remembered why he was there. He walked over to where House was standing. "Well, I'm guessing since you were late, you never got around to-"

"Since I was late, I should be getting to work. Not wasting my time with you." House cut him off, willing to do anything but discuss what Wilson was trying to bring up.

Wilson shrugged. "Ok…I guess not. Well, you're eventually going to have to face yourself, House, weather you like it or not." He seemed like the only moral person in all of PPTH.

"If you will excuse me," House tried to usher Wilson out of the office with his cane, "I have a case to solve."

Wilson frowned as he was pushed towards the glass door of the MD's office. "Wait," he recalled," I thought you were just kicked off of the case."

House widened his deep, blue eyes, giving Wilson a sarcastic-surprised look. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I was." He stood in the doorway, keeping Wilson out of the room. "Your point?" he tried to emphasize the fact that he never obeyed anyone; especially Cuddy.

For the first time in a while, Wilson noticed urgency beneath House's sarcastic puns.

"House, is there something you want to tell me?" Wilson and House had discussed a few things recently that House was trying to avoid ever since. They had made a promise, and House lost his case trying to get out of keeping it. Why?

"Yeah, Wilson. There's something I need to tell you." With that, House slammed his cane into the side of Wilson's left leg.

"Oww! What did I do?" clutching his shin, Wilson sucked in air through his clenched teeth, trying to handle the pain like a man. But, goddamit, that cane was deadly!

He looked up at House, who stood over him in the doorway, looking down on his friend with a playful smirk on his face.

"You don't hit a cripple. That's just mean." House pouted his lips and began closing the door, leaving Wilson kneeling in the hallway, clutching his leg.

"So now you know what it's like. Welcome to the family!" House exclaimed with sardonic enthusiasm as the door shut.

Once House was alone, he closed all of the blinds in the room and sat down on the chair in the corner. He took a pill bottle out of his jacket pocket and dry swallowed two Vicodin pills. His mind began working, sifting through various thoughts while he lay motionless in the dark.

He thought about the promise he made with Wilson. He thought about what had happened that made him late. It wasn't like he was late on purpose, even though he wanted to be.

And he thought about that morning; the way she looked at him when he had made that comment in the elevator. While the elevator doors shut, House wished for just one more second to look at her- the beautiful figure, her perfect hair, and her deep, blue eyes.

If only she knew the truth.

His mind seemed to only be focused on his boss while he drifted into a relaxing slumber.