Due to my recent interest (read--obsession) with House M.D., I decided I'd try my hand at writing something for it. As is my wont, what was going to be an angsty, introspective romance drabble turned into a friendly humor drabble as soon as I'd written three paragraphs of it. Go figure. That said, I hope you enjoy, and I hope that regardless, you'll leave me a comment about your thoughts on it...I'm still working on keeping characters in character.

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"Wilson!"

Leave it to House to always manage to find the time he was most busy during the day, and come knocking at his office. Without looking up from the patient files he was going over, he auto-piloted, "Come in," even as House limped through the door.

"Got fifty bucks?"

Wilson's gaze finally slid up to House, somewhat incredulous. "You left your team to work on the case on their own just to get some money off of me?"

"Don't worry; I made sure they knew all about Stranger Danger before leaving them to fend for themselves."

Wilson just sighed as he stood up and grabbed his jacket off its hook, fishing around in his pockets for his wallet. "And what, dare I ask, do you need the money for?"

"Oh, come on, Wilson," House mockingly admonished, "You know how hooker's prices have skyrocketed." Reaching out for the proffered bill, he grasped it between two long fingers and shoved it into the depths of his pants pocket.

The oncologist sighed and combed his fingers through his hair, his watch catching his eye as he placed the hand back down on his desk. "Wow, it's noon already?"

"You busy bee you." House's admiring tone was somehow less convincing with half of his mouth quirked up into that sarcastic smile.

"I'm surprised it took you this long to come and bother me, then."

"Aw, if I knew it meant that much to you..." The diagnostician had leant forward so their faces were even and only about two feet apart. His large blue eyes blinked in an overly-done bashful manner before he stood back up, as straight as he usually got while leaning on his cane. Wilson was about to quip something back when House continued, "Well, I'm off to lunch."

The younger doctor blinked, though not sarcastically as his partner had. "Isn't lunch at one?"

"Your point?"

"House, you're not supposed to just leave while you're at work. That's why they give us a lunch break, remember?"

House placed both hands on his cane and tilted his head as he whined, "But, mom...the food here tastes like under-paid immigrants made it! At least at that Mexican place downtown, you can't tell!"

When Wilson finally felt it was safe to take his hand away from his temple, he saw that House was turning around, presumably to make for his door.

Then, "You coming? After all, we both know how much of a stud I am – better claim your seat with me before one of the ladies do." Knowing his friend would follow, he turned and lurched back out the door.

Wilson shook his head and walked out after him, his voice carrying back slightly through the now-shut door: "You know, you could have just said you'd forgotten money for lunch."