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  Habit 
 by sailormes  

 As he pulled into a narrow parking space, his classy automobile looking
very out of place between two run down old ruct buckets that may have once
been cars, Dr. James Wilson sighed. Over the past few weeks, what with the
daily slew of cancer patients, moving, and trying to work out his divorce
from his third wife, the young doctor had had little time to cook, think,
or relax at all. Tonight was the perfect night for chinese food. He had
called in his order before he had left the hospital for the night, a few
orders of pork fried rice, some General Tsaos Chicken, lo mein, beef and
broccoli, and of course a large order of egg rolls. House had always said
that was no point in eating chinese if you didnt have at least three egg
rolls with the meal.

 The passing thought of House caused Wilson to pause slightly as he
stepped out of his car. He realized that without meaning to he had
accidently put in the order he generally shared with House. He didnt even
like that horrible chikcen crap. He had had no intention of joining House
for a meal that night, he hadnt eaten with the man outside of the hospital
in nearly three weeks. Not since he had moved into an apartment of his
own. He talked to House... at work. But there were so many things going
on, hed sort of left House on the back burner.

 Wilson stood next to his car, his hand propped up on the still open door.
He pondered the odd trick his subconcious had played on him. He let out a
small laugh, just a whisper really, and shook his head. Maybe its a sign,
he muttered under his breath.

 With a fluid movement, Wilson slammed the door shut, fished around in his
pocket a bit, and locced the door after finding the keys. With a casual
strut, he made his way to the front door, pushed it open lightly, and
welcomed the familiar tinkling of the door chime that announced his
arrival.

 Wilson (who had been to this resteraunt many times, with House, on dates
with Julie when they had first met, countless other women, and just to
pick up food, like this very occasion) was greeted warmly by the host, who
also happened to be the owner. He was a pleasant man and Wilson always
made it a point to talk to the man for a few moments. He had a feeling
that the aging chinese man felt a connection to his regular costomers,
like they were almost family. It was nice, but a bit sad at the same time.
But it was routine. It was normal. At this point, it felt to Wilson as
though any missed piece of the rhythm would be felt, like a hole in his
chest.

 After paying and a promise to come back soon, Wilson took his food and
returned to his car. Once he was seated with the motor running, he paused.
He was going home. Well, if you could call it that. After three weeks of
moving things, trying to get his stuff from Julie, and failed attempts at
furniture shopping, the apartment was still mainly an empty space. Wilson
sighed, resigned, and backed the car out of the space and drove it off
into the night.

 After a while, Wilson pulled his car into a spot by the curb, cut the
engine, and climbed out of the car, food in tow. Once he had reached the
door, Wilson found the right key, and entered the apartment quietly. He
placed his bag down near the door and smiled as he looked up to find a
figure leaning heavily on a cane in front of him. I brought Chinese...
thought you might be hungry.

House looked at him, an eyebrow raised in a questioning manner, but a
small smile across his lips. Wilson smiled and shook his head. I suppose I
just got into the habit.  
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