Dedicated to St. Jimmy
HW slash, you know you want to read it! It will come later. Set from Cuddy's POV at the moment but switches to Wilson's in the second chapter. This is all happened in one of my frees today and there shall be more chapters in days to come.
It was a nice day, mostly. The sun was shinning brightly on the mid-spring afternoon. The clinic wasn't very busy and House had actually showed up and treated about twenty patients all in one go. Yes, it had taken three jokes about how low cut her shirt was (so what if a woman wanted to show off her greatest features) and a comment on her need to become a mother. She had finally uncovered a case that would greatly interest him.
There was no sign of him anywhere in the canteen or in the clinic. Sh assumed that he would have decided to hide out in his office. But there was no sign of anybody in there. The computer was switched on though and his cane was propped up against a chair. The door to the balcony was open which lead her to believe that he wanted to avoid more clinic hours and made sure that Wilson was prevented from doing any work as well.
She walked on through the doors to discover something horrific. Something that could only mean disaster for the hospital. James Wilson actually kissing Gregory House! It would be great if they were happy together but this could only end badly with one or both of them getting hurt. And when they broke up, with was only a matter of time, they wouldn't be able to work with each other. Wilson would leave the hospital. He would be the one who would leave and House would become even more intolerable. He would, if possible, become even more miserable. She would lose her best oncologist and the only one who could control House. And it was only a matter of time.
Neither of them noticed her at all so she could escape from the balcony. She left trough house's office and into Wilson's. Out of the two, Wilson would be more approachable on the subject. House would probably make some sarcastic comment and ask her if she wanted anything recording for her own private collection.
Sh quietly entered the office and listened intently.
"I love you, House," Wilson admitted after a while.
"I love you too, but don't make me say it again of I shall have to rip out what makes you a man and sell it to Cuddy," House growled in response. Wilson only laughed.
"We probably have to go back to work before someone notices that I am missing. But I shall see you tonight?"
Cuddy couldn't hear House's response and before she knew Wilson had returned back into his office.
A mixture of terror and confusion wiped the smile off his innocent face.
"How long has this been going on for?" Cuddy demanded before he could question her on why she had been spying on him.
"I don't know what you mean," he stammered.
"Your relationship with House. As head of this hospital I have the right to know when two department heads are dating!"
He sunk into his chair with his face buried into his hands. He was like this for sometime barely breathing.
"I wouldn't call it dating," he spat out the word as if it hurt him. "It's not even serious."
"Not serious! Not serious!" she repeated. "You admitted that you loved him. And he said it back. You cannot tell me that isn't serious." Cuddy exclaimed. She tried to calm down. Poor James looked like he was about to have a nervous breakdown. The last thing he needed was her to explode on him.
"It happens. It's nothing," he dismissed. "It never is."
"You didn't answer my first question, how long has this being going on for?"
"On and off. About ten years."
