Hey, everybody. I had a request or two for a sequel for my first House fic, Whatever You Say, so here it is. It may not be what everyone was expecting, but it was what popped into my head. It doesn't have much Huddy in it, but, y'know, it is what it is. Hope y'all enjoy.

And if you have yet to read Whatever You Say, check it out. This story may or may not make sense without reading that one. Anyway, enjoy!

“Have you been avoiding me, House?” Wilson asked as he strode into the office. House looked up, a look of bemusement etched into his features, as per usual. How did the man always know when he was being avoided?

“Yeah, but since when is that something new?” he replied sardonically as he tossed a ball against the wall and caught it with his cane.

“Since it happened for more than two weeks. Not that I’m complaining about being House-problem free for two weeks, but it’s still odd.”

“Two weeks, already? Huh.” House thought over the past two weeks. Dinner with Cuddy had been about that long ago. It was the subconscious avoidance of the pending ‘I told you so’ from James Wilson, and he damn well knew that. “Must have forgotten you existed.”

He barely paid attention as Wilson began studying his face intently. The lack of attention probably became more obvious when Cuddy walked by a moment later, her gaze fixed on the clipboard she supported with her forearm. She looked over at him briefly and gave him a small smile before disappearing around the corner. His eyes remained fixed on that spot long after she had gone, and forced himself to look away when one of the nurses rounded the same corner a moment later and caught him staring, giving him an ‘I hate you, House’ glare in the process.

“Who were you staring at? And don’t tell me Doris, because I know that’s a lie.”

Damn. Busted.

“But that woman’s evil glare is the best of all the nurses. I just had to see it,” he said sarcastically, giving Wilson a look that more or less said 'you're an idiot'.

“So you were staring at Cuddy,” he accused, a smug grin on his face.

“So what if I was? She has a great ass. You know this. It’s not like you haven’t stared yourself.”

“Actually, I haven’t.” Wilson’s face betrayed the lie, and House saw it.

Rolling his eyes dramatically at his friend, he went back to his game of catch with the wall. Throughout, he felt Wilson’s eyes on him, and soon it got to be quite annoying, so he turned to him with his glare of doom in place. “What?”

“You went on a date with her,” he stated simply.

“Yeah, like I need that drama.”

The statement did nothing to dissuade the accusations. “You did. And you were avoiding me because you knew I was right.”

“Oh, don’t get all cocky. I wasn’t about to advertise my date with Lisa Cuddy to the world,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, right. Like I buy that for even a second.” His tone was sarcastic, eliciting another eye roll.

“And I knew you wouldn’t,” he muttered under his breath. His pager sounded shrilly, and then his cell phone rang at the exact same time. “Aw, that’s just too bad. Guess you’ll have to drop it,” he said as he stood up from his chair and headed for the conference room, his pager having notified him that they had another case. Not like him to come when called for, but they wouldn’t question him, because he ignored the cell phone completely.

“Hey, House?” Wilson called from behind him, and he stopped cold.

“What?” he practically whined in exasperation, knowing what was coming, but also to just be as annoying as possible.

“I told you so.”

Yeah, I know you did, House thought as he limped through the door. He just couldn’t tell him that he and Cuddy were going to dinner again that night.

Because he would never hear the end of it.

-Fin-