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  Paid In Full 
 by Jackyblu  

 You could call Greg House anything you wished, belligerent, irritating,
bastardly, childish, but giving the devil his due you also had to include
the adjectives brilliant, insightful, inquisitive, and usually right. The
one thing no one who knew him would call him was a morning person. Not by
the furthest stretch of the imagination could House be thought of as an
'early bird'. House definitely did not 'rise and shine'. He firmly
believed that any and all mornings were better spent between the sheets.

Not that he could be blamed exactly. Sleep was not something that came
easy to him. If he could get his mind to settle down and allow him to rest
there was still the issue of his leg. The throbbing pain was with him
twenty-four seven. During the day he could seek distractions to take his
mind off it, well that and the Vicodin, which was his usual diet. He could
get temporarily lost in an interesting case, or music, or his gameboy, or
a television show, but eventually the pain in his leg over ruled all other
distractions and he was forced to deal with it. Not dealing with it, never
dealing with it was his personal preference. Escaping pain was a goal
worth achieving. 

The bedside phone rang. God what time is it? Seven? Seven in the freakin'
morning! House moaned and pulled the pillow over his head. Wilson. He had
forgotten he asked Wilson to give him a ride this morning. The bike was
being temperamental and needed to be serviced. House had put it off until
it wasn't safe to ride right now. He'd take care of it later in the week. 

"House! I am outside your place and I know you're still in bed. Get up and
get dressed. I am letting myself in and you'd better have your crippled
ass up and getting ready or I'll drag you out of bed!" 

House moaned again. As far as friends went James Wilson was a pain in the
ass. As far as best friends went, James Wilson was simply the best. Not
that House had a lot to compare him by. He had a small handful of friends
while growing up. Being shuttled from one base to another made making
friends difficult. As a boy Greg would meet one person, become friends and
then be packed off to another base in another foreign country. He found it
easier to make only one or two friends, that way he said fewer good-byes.
James Wilson had been his friend longer than anyone, actually that wasn't
saying much, but really it said everything. 

House heard the door open to his apartment. "House!" 

 "Give me a minute." 

"I'm making coffee. Get the hell up!"

 "Jerk", House muttered under his breath. He threw off the covers and
swung his legs carefully off the mattress and onto the floor. He sat there
a moment trying to decide what sort of day it was going to be. Most people
judge the day based on the weather or what project lay waiting for them at
the office. House judged the day based on his pain level. He decided it
was about a four and that put him in the 'not bad' range. He reached for
the amber bottle on the side table and swallowed the first Vicodin of the
day, just one. Moderation is the key he thought. See, not addicted. The
scent of fresh coffee wafted into the bedroom. That helped him open both
eyes a little wider. He rose from the bed and made his way to the
bathroom. After the customary 'emptying of the bladder', House washed his
hands and then his face trying to dislodge the sleep that had accumulated
in them from a restful five hours of nocturnal bliss. God he looked old.
Face creased with lines, hair graying, and thinning he thought remembering
a comment Wilson made once. Nice. Any other depressing thoughts to start
the day with? Oh yeah, he had clinic duty today, three joyful hours of it.
"That's it! I'm going back to bed." 

"Oh the hell you are!" An overly cheerful voice in the doorway arrived
bearing coffee. 

"A man's bathroom is his kingdom ya know." 

"So next time close the door. Here." Wilson passed the steaming cup of
coffee to House.

 "Thanks." He set it down and picked up his toothbrush. He applied
toothpaste and lowered his head so he could brush and not get foam and
fluoride all over himself.

"Get moving or I'll chose the clothing you'll wear today. I'm thinking
your gray suit and a pressed blue shirt and yellow tie."

House's head shot up alarmingly and his outraged look was reflected in the
bathroom mirror. "You wouldn't dare!" Toothpaste dripped onto his white
V-neck tee shirt.

Wilson grinned. "Actually I would. That's the thing about hanging around
you, you can become an ass by osmosis."

"Cute."

"Many ladies agree with that assessment," Wilson said smugly, taking a sip
of coffee.

"Oh Christ! Scat before I hurl."

"Scatting, and hurry up!" Wilson left House to finish getting ready. 

Nope over all House wasn't having a bad day. Not a good one either. No
cases were pending, nothing to hold his interest and three hours of clinic
duty ahead. Damn. There had to be a way to make this day better. He would
mess with his team's minds, except they were gone. Foreman had quit; Chase
he fired and Cameron resigned in solidarity with Chase. It was time for a
change, although maybe not this big a change. Well, no use sighing over
scattered ducklings. Was it worth going in just to sit around until it was
time to cover the clinic? Not hardly! So many other truly enjoyable things
to do. Such as? Pestering Wilson came to mind. Searching for rare blues
albums, going to a monster truck rally, having Wilson buy him lunch were
all equally acceptable. Having Wilson buy him lunch at a stripper joint?
Getting better! House smiled at the idea of a very uncomfortable James
Wilson, boy genius oncologist and all around good guy trying to eat a
sandwich while a scantily clad woman gyrated above his plate. Wait! On
second thought James would want to TALK to her and try and convince her
that she was beautiful and didn't need to do this sort of debasing thing
for a living. Then before you know it; Oh Daddy oh; she is prancing up the
aisle in a modest see-through frock to be the fourth Mrs. James Wilson.
House shook the image out of his head. Maybe the strip club could wait for
a less sober moment. 

"House!"

"All right!" 

House limped from the bathroom back into his bedroom. He picked up the
jeans he had thrown across a chair the night before and then rummaged in
his dresser for a shirt. He chose a blue one with skulls, flowers and a
motorcycle. Cool! He found socks and his gray and green Nikes. Donning
those he picked up his cane and his suit jacket and groused his way into
his living room. "This is an ungodly hour of the morning to be awake."

"Good thing you don't believe in God then." Wilson answered from the
comfort of House's couch and his second cup of coffee.

"If I stop believing in you, will you go away?"

"Nope. I'm the ghost of PPTH present and I am here to haunt you all the
way to work Ebenzer House!" Wilson attempted a scary face that almost made
House laugh.

Hose raised his cane. "See this? It's my ghost-buster!"

"Wow pissy mood this morning."

"It is seven thirty in the damn morning! I require my beauty sleep."

Wilson looked at House. "That was such an uncharacteristically straight
line I am not going to make a joke of it for fear it's a trap."

"Wise move." House dropped onto the couch and put his feet up. "Get me
another cup of coffee."

"Yeah," Wilson said settling himself more comfortably on the couch. "I'll
get right on that master."

House scowled at him. "Hey! What ever happened to nice Jimmy Wilson the
guy who can't do enough for people?" House asked as he grudgingly rose
from the couch.

"He's dead. Slain by a tall scruffy guy who can squelch all hope and human
kindness at will." 

"Jerk." House huffed as he limped into the kitchen to get another cup of
coffee.

"I must be, hanging around with you as much as I do," Wilson commented
beneath his breath, not that he'd change that fact for a moment. House was
like any other addictive substance, a hard habit to break.

House returned from the kitchen trying to limp carefully so as not to
spill the coffee he carried in his left hand. He held a bagel in his mouth
heavily coated with a cream cheese and herb concoction known to bagel
aficionados as smear. He returned to his place on the couch carefully. 

Wilson pointed at the bagel. "You couldn't have brought me one of those
for showing up here to be your chauffeur?" 

He removed the bagel from his mouth. "Sorry, tried to place it on the
handle of my cane but it kept slipping off. My next choice was to unzip my
jeans and..."

"HOUSE!"

"What? You asked," House answered taking a satisfied bite of his bagel.

"I'm sorry!"

"Should be," House said speaking with a mouth full of bagel.

"We really need to be going."

"Why?" House asked licking smear from his fingers.

"Because we have jobs and a boss who gets cranky if we don't come to
work."

"So?"

"So...what?"

"Exactly!"

"No I mean, 'So' what are you getting at?"

"Oh. What I mean is will Cuddy be any less cranky if I'm there?"

Wilson considered carefully. "No," he answered honestly. "I think just
your aura can set her off. Doesn't change the fact that people who pay us,
really want us to be there."

"Can't always get what you want."

"We aren't going to have one of those discussions where for everything I
say you quote a line from a song are we?"

"No. I'll stop in the name of love."

"Yeah. Think it Oh-oh-ver, before I kill you!"

"Touchy! You need a day off."

"Probably."

"We need a day off!"

"We? YOU are most of the stress in my life!"

"A relaxed House is a happy House. Therefore less stress for you."

Wilson considered the idea. "Hmm. I can't think of the last time I just
took time off, excluding the whole being fired thing." Wilson looked
pointedly at House.

"Whoops. My bad. I didn't tell you to stick up for me you know."

"I know. I just didn't want to see you lose your job."

"You're pathetic. Did you think I couldn't get another one somewhere?"

"No. I was afraid you would."

"That was so sentimental."

"No it was practical. You owe me money. I didn't want you skipping out."
Wilson took another drink from his coffee and found it a little hard to
swallow.

House took a drink from his own mug and found Wilson's comment a little
hard to swallow. "I would have kept in touch."

"Right. You never call unless you need something."

"And so?"

"You're right. You WOULD have kept in touch," Wilson answered with a 'tut'
of frustration tinted with humor.

"Yup," House answered thickly through another bite of bagel.

Wilson drained his mug and shot a glance at his watch. "Let's go. Cuddy is
going to have our heads if we're late."

House glanced sideways at Wilson. "It's the 11th. Not the part she's most
interested in at the moment."

"What? Why?"

"She's ovulating."

"Huh? Ew! How do you know that? No wait! Don't tell me."

House smiled and finished his bagel. He licked the last residues of smear
off his fingers and picked up his mug taking another drink of coffee. If
Wilson had any faults, and there were several in House's opinion, making
coffee or in fact anything in the kitchen was not one of them. 

Wilson got to his feet. "Okay you've finished breakfast. Let's get going."
He made a few steps toward the door. "House get your lazy ass off the
couch or take the bus in today. I'm not kidding."

House responded by shifting on the couch so that he could pull his cell
phone from his pocket. He pressed number 666 on his cell phone and
listened as the office phone of Dr. Lisa Cuddy rang. 

"Dr. Cuddy."

"Cuddy! House here."

"House? Why aren't you HERE!"

"Staying with a sick friend today."

"You have a friend?"

"Oh snap. Yes I have a friend and he is not feeling well. So I am going to
stay with him until he is better. It's the kind thing to do."

"YOU doing something kind for someone? What's the catch House? Does this
person have a kidney you'll be harvesting later as they sleep?" Lisa Cuddy
smirked at the thought of House's reaction to that comment. Privately she
didn't mind these mental sparring matches with House. It kept her on her
toes. 

I've got her off balance now, House thought with a smile. She'll focus on
the kindness comment and forget about the rest.

Cuddy took a glance at her desk clock. It was a gift from Dr. James Wilson
last Christmas. Neither she nor Wilson celebrated Christmas, but it was a
thoughtful gesture. "House this 'sick friend' wouldn't happen to be my
head of Oncology would he?"

"Well by happy coincidence..."

"Put him on the phone. Or do you have him tied up in your basement."

"Well that's harsh. I don't even have a basement."

"Put him on the phone House!"

House made a face and handed the phone to Wilson. "Remember she's in a
delicate state right now."

Wilson took the phone and rolled his eyes at House. He covered the
receiver with his hand. "Why do you always put me in these awkward
situations?"

House shrugged.

He took his hand from the receiver. "Wilson."

"Does he have a gun to your head? Should I call the police?"

Wilson answered while looking steadily at House, "No he doesn't have a gun
to my head. He doesn't own anything more lethal than his charm, which
explains the need for hookers on Friday nights."

House stuck his tongue out at Wilson. 

Wilson covered the receiver again. "Childish," he stage whispered.

House stuck his hands up by his head creating something like antlers. He
wiggled his fingers and crossed his eyes for added effect.

"Jesus," Wilson sighed shaking his head.

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry. Just appealing to a higher court."

"I am the higher court. He's pouting like a child isn't he?"

"Not exactly. He's holding his breath and kicking his feet upon the floor
though."

"Figures," Cuddy checked her computer for House's schedule. He didn't have
any cases pending. He was behind with his paperwork but that was House.
Without Cameron to do most of it for him it would slow to a trickle. 'I
can find someone to help him with it,' she thought, not really a big
worry. He has clinic duty today. 'Well he has done his share without too
much gripping the last couple of weeks. Maybe he deserves a reward. There
was also the fact that in spite of the constant pain he was in, House
always, eventually showed up for work. She changed to Wilson's schedule.
He had a follow-up that could be delegated to one of his other doctors.
His calendar was clear. Knowing Wilson his plans for today was paperwork
and more paperwork. She came to a decision. "Rest up and drink plenty of
fluids. I'll see you both tomorrow."

"You're kidding."

"Not at all. Take him to the zoo. Feed him peanuts. Give the animals
something to stare at for a change."

"Are you sure?"

"He's YOUR problem today Dr. Wilson. Have fun." She hung up the phone
smiling at the thought of Wilson trying to talk her out of it.

"Thanks a lot," Wilson sighed to dead air. Reluctantly he looked at House
who was lounging on the couch and trying to balance his cane by the tip on
the palm of his hand.

"What's the verdict?"

Wilson stared into space. "I'm guilty and sentenced to spend the entire
day with you."

"Excellent!" He got to his feet. "Well let's go!"

The sudden movement caused Wilson to come out of his revelry. "What? Where
are we going?"

House limped to his front door. "First you are going to buy me breakfast.
Then, who knows?"

The indignation at being told he would be buying breakfast caused Wilson's
hands to attach to his hips. "Cuddy suggests I take you to the zoo so the
animals can see they aren't so low on the evolutionary scale after all."

"Zoo is out. Too much walking."

"I can't believe I have been saddled with entertaining you today!" 

"Nor can I, but a mandate by our Dean of Medicine must be followed." House
opened the front door and indicated that Wilson should proceed him out.

Wilson looked up at the ceiling. "God? What did I ever do to disserve
this?"

"You were in the right place at the right time," House answered softly.
"Just when I needed you."

"The first time we met you borrowed lunch money," Wilson responded
refusing to be suckered in by a seeming attempt at sincerity.

"See. Providence!" 

Wilson walked out of the apartment and waited a moment while House locked
his door. "There is a Quentin Tarentino double feature at the Strand,"
Wilson mentioned with a glance at House.

"Hmm, large breakfast followed by gut churning horror. Perfect! Then
what?" They walked to the curb where Wilson's car was parked.

"What do you mean, then what?" Wilson dug out his car keys and opened the
door for House.

"I mean what are we doing after?" House climbed in the passenger seat,
carefully assisting his right leg and placing his cane next to him. He
closed the door and waited expectantly for Wilson to get in and start the
car.

"You really are like a kid aren't you? Buy me this. Take me here."

Now House pouted. "You were instructed to entertain me."

Wilson checked his mirrors as he pulled away from the curb. "Entertain
you, not empty my bank account on you."

"Jeez you're a cheap date."

"Where did you take Cameron on your date again?"

"Hey that was a nice place."

"You slipped the waiter a coupon for God's sake!"

"A penny saved..."

"Is a penny stolen from your best friend."

"I paid you back."

"No you didn't."

"Yes I did! I remember it clearly. It was after I got shot. You and I were
talking about the case I was working on. The guy with the swollen tongue?"

Wilson's voice softened. "House, you hallucinated that."

"I did?"

"Yes."

"So how do you know I didn't hallucinate borrowing money from you to take
Cameron to dinner?"

"Because that would have had to have been my hallucination."

"Sort of like the conversation we are having now."

"No this sadly is real. I can tell by the pain in my wallet." 

"So where are we going after the movie?"

"I was thinking of Chan's Mongolian Grill and then to a museum."

"A museum? Isn't that where you take your dates?" House gave Wilson a very
concerned look.

"Art museums. I was thinking of the automotive museum. Much better for
the, 'we're not together, two guy kind of outing."

"Oh. Is that the place that has the car Steve McQueen drove in 'Bullet'?" 

"So I hear."

"Marry me."

"I can't afford you. Find someone else to keep you."

"No one else wants me."

"Cameron did."

"She didn't make the kind of money you do."

"Did. Three alimony payments remember?"

"Now you remind me! After she has gone on a wild duckling 'Chase'." He
grinned at his own wit.

"That was terrible."

"Critic."

"Idiot."

"Enabler."

"Addict!"

"Whoa. Big guns out today. Hmm let's see. Needy bastard."

Wilson slid his eyes at House while turning into the parking lot of their
favorite breakfast haunt. "Needy bastard." Wilson parked as close to the
front door as he could.

"Hold it! That violates the rules of the game. NO repeats!" House opened
the car door and pushed himself to his feet.

Wilson opened his door and stepped out. "Sorry. Emotionally barren child
of questionable birth."

"Funny. Just for that I am ordering the BIG breakfast.

"Order anything you like from the senior's menu," Wilson shot back while
he held the door open for House.

House limped through and tried to bring his cane down on Wilson's foot.
Wilson moved it out of practice. "Ass," he hissed at House.

"Moron." House hissed back.

They were shown to a table and House true to his word ordered the BIG
breakfast a coke and a side order of potato pancakes that he had no
intention of eating. He entertained himself by tearing bits off his napkin
and blowing spit wads at Wilson. 

A nicely curved waitress with blue eyes and short blond hair refilled
Wilson's coffee and brought House a fresh coke. She noticed the small
paper wads all around Wilson. "Autistic," Wilson confided to the woman.

"Oh," she gave House a quick look over. "That's too bad," she made a
motion as if to pat him on the back.

"Careful," Wilson warned. "He bites."

House moved toward her hand and barred his teeth as if he were about to
remove a chunk of it. The woman pulled her hand back in alarm and hurried
away from their table. The two doctors watched her retreating backside and
burst into fits of snickering. 

"Mmm. Must be jelly cause jam don't move like that!" Wilson said in
admiration.

"Nice funbags too. Thank God women have finally decided to put some meat
on their bones."

"You speaking as a doctor or a member of the hetero men's club?"

"Both," House admitted as he sucked on his straw. "Skin and bones are not
healthy nor a bit appealing."

"You DO have a thing for Cuddy!"

"Do not!"

"Do to!"

"I haven't taken her out to a museum or the theatre!"

"You would have but she turned you down."

"I wasn't serious."

"Yes you were!"

"Nah uh."

"Uh huh!"

The stilted conversation came to a halt when the waitress returned with
their food. She placed Wilson's plate before him but looked nervously at
House. 

"You'll be safer standing on this side of the table," Wilson warned. 

She did so, leaning over far enough to deposit plates in front of House.
He got a full look down her audaciously loaded low cut top. He growled at
her causing her to jerk back. It made her cargo sway to and fro. She
hurried away again. 

"Thanks. I owe you for that," House smiled as he started in on his eggs.

"You're welcome," Wilson nodded as he poured syrup on his pancakes. "Don't
be expecting popcorn at the movies."

"I was hoping for something soft and jiggly," House answered watching the
progress of the waitress around the restaurant.

"Aren't we all," Wilson agreed watching their waitress too. 

"Oh no you don't pal," House said observing Wilson. "Another alimony
payment and I will need to find someone in a higher income bracket."

"Well that would be a shame wouldn't it? Wonder if I can propose to her on
her break? We can be in Vegas by tonight."

"You just don't learn do you?'

"Apparently not since I am sitting here with you."

"You were more fun before you became so cynical. When did that start?"

"When did we meet?" Wilson asked as he picked up his cup and took a drink.

"Ten years ago today."

Wilson sputtered on his coffee. "Today? Really?"

"Yup. Happy Anniversary."

"Oh God House I'm sorry. I didn't ..."

"Know? Remember?" House closed his eyes and shrugged. "Forget it."

"I guess I already did. I'm sorry." Wilson looked at House and really did
feel badly. House had remembered the occasion and he had not. Did this
mean that this screwed-up friendship of theirs really meant less to him
than it did to House? "House. I'm sorry."

"Would you stop beating yourself up! I wouldn't have remembered if I
hadn't found a damn card you gave me after the infarction."

He kept a card I gave him? I never would have guessed that. Just when I
think I have him figured out he saves a greeting card. Pathetic that's
what House would say. Damn it. No! I did not just think in his voice. 

The waitress brought the check and Wilson pulled out his wallet. He placed
the money on the table. House pushed it 'accidentally' onto the floor. The
waitress bent over to pick it up giving Wilson a satisfying view forward
and House a splendid view aft. Apparently she realized that she had left
the rear unguarded too near an established threat. She moved quickly with
sufficient bounce to make both men smile. She thanked Wilson and scurried
away to regroup and count her overly generous tip.

"Wow," Wilson breathed as he watched her go.

"Paid in full?" House asked also following the curvy form as it walked
away from them.

"Oh yeah! 

House raised his glass. "Happy anniversary Jimmy."

Wilson smiled and lifted his coffee cup. "Same to you Greg. And here's to
another ten."

'CLINK'

  
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