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Wilson (modded with permission) returned to the apartment after getting Jack settled. House tucked the tired oncologist in to bed, and headed off to man the clinic for a few hours.

He's at his desk, sucking on a red lolly pop, guzzling coffee, and working the word puzzles from the newspaper.

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"Only because I was here before you. Most of them don't know me from the guy in front of them in line at the Qwik Mart. Lisa's the only one, and even she's abandoned us." House shrugged.

"But that sounds like a good idea. I never made them any sort of offer. Just a position working in a clinic. I had fifteen apply, only three or four of them are still around, though Mmm Jack seems to keep finding excuses not to do his time."

"I think that, as usual, you are underestimating your appeal." Wilson straightened.

"I'll try to work on the situation with Bristow, then write up a proposal for you to review and hopefully we can get some more assistants in here."

Wilson grinned. "Because I know just how much you love clinic duty. Come on, let's get changed and go investigate the party...free food and if we're lucky someone might spike the punch."

"You get the lock and the lights?" House groped for his cane, used it to balance his weight as he stood up.

"Think we should take a flask, just in case? Seemed to work well at Homecoming."

Wilson slid down off the counter and if it just so happened that he sort of slithered against House when he did that...

Moving towards the front doors to lock up he grinned over his shoulder.

"Marty Blank sent over a bottle of some excellent singlemalt, fill the flask with some of that."

Getting the locks turned off, Wilson shut down the lights as he followed House down the hallway.

"Can we make out in a dark corner again, also?"

The corners of his mouth twitched, and a slow smile touched his lips.

"Who says it has to be a dark corner?"

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