Disclaimer: My father promised me once, that he'll repurchase the copyright of "House MD" for me but he backed out of it. Damn him... *cries*

A/N: The story is based on the song "Riddle" by En Vogue.
Great thanks for translation from Polish go to dzio.
It's my very first fic so please, be gentle :)
R&R are loved!


The clock on my nightstand read 5:55. I didn't even have to open my eyes to know that. From behind the closed bathroom door I could hear Wilson coming out of the shower and that was proof enough. Seriously - you could set your watch by Wilson's morning routine. Unless I felt like interrupting him - if you know what I mean...

I don't usually wake up at such an ungodly hour. Especially on Mondays. But after such an amazing weekend I simply didn't feel like sleeping.

Wilson surprised me. Not for the first time, by the way. On Friday, during lunch, he informed me that we were going away for a weekend. A friend gave him the key to his cottage, somewhere in the wild. For a moment I wondered which one of Wilson's friends owned a cottage out of town, but I decided it didn't matter. I didn't plan on going anyway.

"House, it's going to be fun!" he said.

Yeah, right. Two days without cable and fresh supply of Vicodin. Out of habit I started calculating how much I would have to take with me for... Stop! Why am I doing this? I'm not going anywhere!

"No way," I said categorically. "And in case that wasn't clear enough... NO WAY!"

But Wilson looked at me with those huge brown eyes, straight out of a Disney's cartoon...

Son of a bitch. He knew that when he looked at me like THAT, I couldn't refuse him anything. I shot him a glare that would instantly kill anyone else. And he only smiled with triumph and put the last piece of his sandwich in his mouth.

"I hate you. You know that?" I said, kicking his ankle under the table.

He didn't even flinch. He reached inside his pocket and handed me a prescription. For TWO bottles of Vicodin. Bastard. Reading my mind. I love him.

We left in the evening. I was sitting next to Wilson and trying to look displeased. Trust me - it wasn't easy. I had two and half bottles of Vicodin in my pocket and that fact alone made me want to kiss him. Instead I reached behind me and fished a can of beer out of the bag. I heard the bag with frozen pizza falling to the floor. Wilson did the shopping as if we were leaving for a week, at least.

"You do realize that, since we're going to some backwater, I expect us to do something besides eating?" I asked while he was paying for the supplies.

He frowned at me, as if I had said something inappropriate.

"I know you. As soon as we get there, you will suddenly remember million things that you forgot to take and you will spend two days whining at me to go back for them...

"But Mooooom, I'm a big boy now... I won't miss my toys," I said, watching the cashier's face with amusement.

"Right, grab a bag, I don't have ten hands." He pushed one bag in my direction. I quickly swallowed two Vicodins, picked the bag up in a way that suggested it contained dirty nappies, instead of groceries, and I followed Wilson.

The moment I got out of the car, my cane sank two inches into the muddy ground.


Wilson was walking towards me and he saw what happened.

"Hang on, I'll help..."

Words died on his lips when he saw my furious glare.

"I'll get everything inside," he said without looking at me and opened the back door of his car. I watched as he gathered the bags and walked towards the cottage. I looked around me. The place really didn't look half bad. Not a soul in sight. I grabbed my cane and carefully limped after Wilson.

I went inside and my eyes immediately went to a huge leather couch in front of the fireplace. Whoever Wilson's friend was, they had great taste.

I heard Wilson putting food in the fridge.

"You want something?" I heard him calling from the kitchen.

The couch... Wilson...

"Yeah, you," I muttered, too softly for him to hear and I smiled to myself.

"What?" I saw his head poking out of the kitchen. "I'll take care of the dinner in a moment, I just need to get something from the car..."

But when he was passing me on his way to the door, I reached for his wrist and pushed him down on the couch. He demonstrated his quick reflex by grabbing my belt and dragging me down with him. I lost my balance and landed with my full weight on top of him. He groaned, but laughed as soon as he caught his breath.

"So you like it here?" he whispered, grazing my ear with his lips.

"That's entirely up to you..." I replied, searching for his mouth.


Yes, it was definitely a wonderful weekend. I could have stayed there much longer, but we ran out of beer.

"Awake already?" I heard Wilson's surprised voice and reluctantly opened one eye. Wilson walked to the bed and leaned down to kiss my cheek. His romanticism was driving me mad. And sometimes it made me mad about him...

I put my hand on the back of his neck and turned my head. He growled when his lips met my mouth, instead of my cheek. I felt the taste of mint on his teeth.

"I love your morning breath..." I said when he pulled away.

"And I..."

Right. Before sleep we ate chips and drank beer. For a moment I felt sorry for him.

"That's what I like about you the most," I smiled at him.

"My breath?"

"That too. I meant that if you had been a woman, I would have ruined your makeup..."

Wilson took a step back and put his hands on his hips.

"You're unbelievable," he said and shook his head with amusement.

"I know."

Before I got dressed and reached the kitchen, Wilson already ate his breakfast and he was talking to someone on the phone. I didn't hear what he was talking about, because when he saw me, he suddenly got flustered and stopped in the middle of the sentence. I gave him a questioning look, but he turned his back to me.

"Yes, I'll be there as soon as I can," he said hurriedly and hung up.

"Who was that?" I asked, careful to keep my voice blank.

"They called from the hospital, it's about a patient," he threw over his shoulder, looking for his car-keys. "Sorry, House, I can't wait for you."


I didn't manage to say anything more, because Wilson finally found his keys, grabbed his briefcase and stood next to me.

"See you at the hospital." He gave me a peck on the cheek and, before I had the time to turn, I heard the front door closing.

I shrugged and sat to eat my breakfast. Maybe it was just my imagination... And maybe I should take a closer look at that.