Ch 15: When the House is a-Rockin'…

"So who's going to be the best man?" Wilson asked, more out of the desire to hear House deem him his best friend in the world than real curiosity. House knew exactly what he was fishing for, however.

"I dunno," the diagnostician said, tapping a finger to his chin. "I was thinking of inviting Blew the janitor and he could certainly clean up after the whole thing's over…" Wilson shot him an annoyed look and a smile broke out over his face. "Oh please, Jimmy, would you be my best man?" he asked sarcastically.

"I'll think about it," Wilson replied, trying to gather some of his self-respect back up. "If I do the bachelor party we're having that alcoholic ice cream again."

"Great," House said with a grin. "I was hoping you'd say that."

"But no strippers."

"What?" House was flabbergasted. "Did you not pay attention to the speech I gave Chase last year about the day before versus the day after? Do you want my marriage vows to be meaningless?"

"House," Wilson started, but was cut off again.

"Maybe I will ask Blew; he'd at least let me choose the strippers…"

"Fine," Wilson conceded. "But I'll be watching you like a hawk."

"A drunken, half-naked hawk if I have anything to say about it. And I do. Cuz it's my bachelor party." House stood, satisfied with the way the conversation had gone.

Wilson sighed. "Have you told the team yet?"

"Do they need to know?"

"Do you want anyone to populate your side of the aisle?"

House rolled his eyes. "Well now, you've got me pegged, haven't you? That's all I care about…how many people are on my side of the aisle.

"Don't be an ass," Wilson reprimanded. "Tell the team and they can come to fill some of your seats, if you aren't going to ask them to be part of the ceremony, that is."

House snorted. "The only one I would want near the alter would have been Kutner and he went and shot his chances months ago…"

"You're very poetic, you know," Wilson said sarcastically. "Perhaps you should give up medicine for a quaint little village in Europe where your art can flow freely."

"You'd like that," House replied. "Because you know I'd drag you along." The older man smirked. "Don't be pushing my bride out just yet…I haven't even claimed her properly yet."

"I'm going to get back to this paperwork," Wilson said, deciding it was time for House to actually do some work. "I'll be at Cuddy's for dinner tonight and we can discuss pushing her out of your life more easily if she's distracted getting us food."

"Good plan," House said conspiratorially. "See you then, jew…I mean blue fox." Wilson rolled his eyes and watched his best friend pretend to sneak down the hall to his own office. He couldn't help but smile at the fact that House had actually set a date, though. He had really thought House would find some way to screw things up. "There's still a few months, though," he said to himself, hoping that House would be able to hold out that long without pissing Cuddy off.

"None of you are working September 29," House informed his team later that day while they were finishing up the differential for their current patient.

"Why not?" Foreman asked suspiciously.

"Gala event. You're all invited due to the queen's request…"

"You set a date?" Thirteen asked him.

"That's layman's terms, yes."

"Congratulations," Taub said.

"Yeah, yeah…just get me something good for a wedding gift." He dismissed his fellows then returned to his office to ponder the implications involved in his impending nuptials.