Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I do not own House. Thank you for all the lovely reviews. Wilson will also be a big part of this story (taking place during season 2) Hope you enjoy!

House opened one eye to the blinding light coming in through the window. He ran his hands over his face rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Where the hell am I?

Suddenly he shot up. Cuddy's…. He looked down at the bed beneath him. Pull out couch?? Never thought Cuddy had a pull out couch.

House reached over to the mug that held his tea from last night. "Damn tea," he muttered.

Glancing around the room to make sure Cuddy was no where in sight; he whipped out his cell phone and dialed.

"Hello??"

House smiled wickedly into the phone. "Time to wake up sleeping beauty."

House could almost see Wilson sitting up looking around in confusion.

"What?? House? Do you realize what time it is?"

House shook his head. "Nope. Don't; have a watch."

"It's nearly 6 Am!"

House shrugged. "So?"

"On a Saturday!"

The anger in Wilson's voice was inevitable, but House ignored it completely. "Don't you want to know where I'm calling from?"

Wilson rubbed his eyes groaning into the phone. "Not really." Silence lingered a few minutes more. "Are you drunk?"

"Nope. Well…maybe…I did have a lot of tea last night."

Wilson's voice spiked an eerily high pitch. "Tea?? Since when do you drink tea? I thought you hated it."

House smiled. "I do. For some reason the one serving it felt compelled to keep giving it to me. I think she dosed it."

Wilson's concern could be heard loud and clear. "You've been drugged?"

House got up off the pull out bed. "No, not unless Cuddy has been dabbling in potions on the side."

"You're at Cuddy's?"

House continued searching through Cuddy's china cabinet. "Why do you sound so surprised?"

Wilson grew silent. "I just…why are you there?"

House licked his lips as he continued rummaging.

Wilson answered his own question. "The rain…you went over to …what", he chuckled, "Fix her roof?"

Wilson continued to laugh until he noticed the lack of a witty comeback.

House sighed growing frustrated with the conversation and the fact that he couldn't find what he was looking for.

"A temporary fix. I'm no Linguini…"

Wilson sighed. "Alfredo…"

House's blue eyes twinkled. "Do all of you know his name?"

"Everyone but you."

House pulled open the last drawer and his eyes lit up.

"Bingo."

Wilson heard the movement on the other end. "What? What is it?"

House slid down on the floor carefully resting his bad leg on the hard wood floor. Wilson found himself growing impatient at the lack of a response. Rustling papers could be heard and the occasional muttered curse.

"What?"

House snorted into the phone. "You were invited to the party?"

"You weren't?"

House said nothing. "An oversight perhaps."

Wilson chuckled. "Yeah, perhaps."

House grew defensive. "What? I can be witty and charming. Why shouldn't I be invited to her party?"

Wilson sighed heavily into the phone. "Yeah, and annoying, possessive, indisputably evil…"

House nodded. "Yeah, got it. I'm annoying. Still…." His eyes continued to scan the guest list. He felt a twinge of. Sadness? What do I care if I wasn't invited….Because you idiot…Cuddy didn't; invite you…..

Houser looked toward the hallway.

"Gotta go". He shut his cell phone suddenly, leaving Wilson sputtering on the other end.

Cuddy emerged looking for her unwelcomed guest. There he was on the floor looking guilty. What did he do now?

"I thought I heard you talking to someone."

He shrugged nonchalantly. "I was."

"I thought you didn't have any cases right now?"

"Chase…bad blister …really nasty…."

Cuddy smirked in response to his terrible lie.

House struggled to get up when Cuddy went over to help him. House felt his heart quicken at her gentle touch but brushed it off. She noticed her guest list in his grasp.

"You went through my stuff?"

House held onto the list possessively. "Why should that surprise you?"

Cuddy sighed. "It doesn't."

House looked into her eyes. Defeated….forlorn….

"Why didn't you invite me?"

It came out more as a whisper. Cuddy knew he was hurt but would never admit it.

"You know why."

House watched her turn to leave. He reached out and grabbed her arm.

"Because of this? Because I do things like this? Why would you expect anything less?"

Cuddy's eyes darkened as she spun around to face him "Why would I expect anything more?"

She pulled his hand off her arm as he watched her leave. He smirked as she left him alone. Two can play this game.

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