When House showed up at the restaurant Wilson had asked them to meet at, he instantly knew something was wrong. Behind a wall of empty wine glasses, Wilson sat hunched over, hands wrapped tightly around the one glass that had something left in it.

He barely looked up when House sat down, and turned away when House reached for his hand.

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Wilson barely looks up when Chase walks into his office.

He knows that House has just fired him and that he is Chase's last desperate attempt to get his job back, and he's just not in the mood.

"Can I...help you?" Wilson pushes his chair back from his desk and gathers up some files as he asks the question. It's an attempt to make it seem like ( Read more... )

Wilson sprinted into the living room wearing a white t-shirt and flannel pants. House, who had made himself comfortable, sprawled out on the couch watching infomercials, looked up somewhat annoyed as Wilson drowned out the sound with his shrieking and blocked out the screen with his flailing body.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Th-there's a mouse....in ( Read more... )

                                                                                        Thursday

Wilson is not surprised when he receives a page from House in the middle of the night. He is surprised, however, that after following the address given to him, he is pulling into the parking lot of an otherwise ( Read more... )

"An ice cream truck?"

House ignored him and slid open the door on the side, ushering Wilson inside.

"Where did you find an ice cream truck?"

"I borrowed it."

"You mean you...stole it?"

"That's not what I said."

"Well, true but-"

House pulled on the door handle, slamming the door shut and cutting Wilson off. Wilson sighed and glanced around the inside of ( Read more... )

    "What the hell is this?" House tossed his cane onto  the floor and plopped down onto the couch beside Wilson, picking up a carton of food from the coffee table.

"Uh...Thai, like you wanted."

"Not the food, the television. What the hell is this?"

"Kitchen Nightmares."

"Looks stupid. I'm changing it."

"What? No! It just started ( Read more... )

Lack of sleep has taken its toll, and when he looks at himself in the bathroom mirror, he hardly recognizes the man staring back at him.

He turns on the tap and holds his hands under the running water until it becomes unbearably cold. He bends over, and brings handfuls of water up to his face. It is a sorry attempt to clean up, but it's better than ( Read more... )

    House swung open the door to his apartment, rolling his eyes dramatically when he spotted Wilson sprawled out on his couch, an open book in his lap ( Read more... )

"Was this really necessary?"

"Yes. You wanted to come with us, so yes."

"No...I wanted to come with you. And I have a feeling if it had just been you, I wouldn't look so completely..."

"Sexy?"

"No...I was thinking more along the lines of ridiculous. But I'm glad that you think so."

House rolled his eyes and stuck his hand deep into the bucket of popcorn ( Read more... )

"There's nothing to be nervous about, okay buddy? He actually looks pretty good all things considered."

Michael Bluth smiled somewhat reassuringly at his son, George Michael, placing a hand on his shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

"Yeah...okay."

Michael removed his hand and pressed the button for the elevator. When the doors opened, the ( Read more... )