He had found this place months ago. The winter wind made it cold, but with the right outerwear you didn't seem to notice. He would usually straddle the ledge of the roof, one foot dangling over the edge, and smoke a cigarette. He'd always tell Wilson he was going to calm his nerves; never coming right out and saying 'I'm going to give myself a little cancer, I'll be back soon covered in smoke and pretend you don't notice.'

That evening however, after Eve had been released, he had made his way slowly up to the top floor of the hospital; a pack of cigarettes in his coat pocket. It wasn't something doctors normally did, but he wasn't a normal doctor. He was far from normal, in fact. He pushed the door to the roof open with his cane. He made his way to the edge of the roof, swinging his bad leg over the edge and let it dangle loosely.

The wind picked up suddenly, slamming the door shut with a harsh thud. House dug through his coat pocket fumbling with the cigarette pack, determined to at least smoke one before the rest of his team came looking for him. He flipped the top flap open, pulling a cigarette out half way before pulling lifting the pack to his mouth. He drew the cigarette out from the pack with his teeth, and then closed the flap and slipped the pack back into his coat.

He checked his surroundings once more before turning towards the sun, which was lazily hanging in the sky. The sunset didn't faze him though. Nothing too spectacular, House thought, bringing the silver Zippo lighter to the end of the cigarette. He took a deep breath in, taking a large drag off of the cigarette. He let it dangle between his pointer and middle finger when he pulled the stick away from his lips. Exhaling the smoke, he felt his lungs fight the cold air and the thick smoke.

House could only imagine what conversation Wilson would be having with him if he were sitting next to him. Cancer. Black Lungs. Hypocrite. House chuckled, taking another drag off of the cigarette.

"Do you realize how hypocritical that cigarette is?" Wilson would say raising an eyebrow as House smoked his cigarette.

"Do you realize how hypocritical it would be if you were the one with the cigarette?" House challenged, his usual wild grin on his face.

"Which is why I don't smoke," Wilson stated plainly.

"Because it's hypocritical or because it causes cancer?"

"Both?"

"Oh, you're not sure?"

"I'm sure I don't want to die young," Wilson said, crossing his arms across his chest.

House laughed, "Who said we were young?"

House grinned, thinking that the image of their bantering was funnier in his head then in actual life. He took one more drag of his cigarette, before stamping out the butt into gravel flooring of the roof. He swung his leg back over, planting both feet onto the rooftop floor. Walking towards the door, he noticed Wilson leaning against the doorframe. He watched House pass him through the door and then followed him down to the elevator.

"Stalkers usually don't stand in plain sight, Wilson," House commented jokingly.

"Do you realize how hypocritical that cigarette is?" Wilson asked, stepping into the elevator next to House. House just grinned at his friend.

Author's Note: So, it's my first House fic. Tried my best. Anyways, it's not my first post on (fan fiction . net) I actually changed my name from BrokenSpirit20 and I had a buncha old stories I hardly updated, so I just started anew. Read and tell me what you think. Oh, and I looked up the girl's name from One Day, One Room at (tv . com) so if that wasn't her name (shrugs) oh well, that's what I got from everywhere I looked. Besides, I only used it once. (wink)

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