Wilson stood for a moment, just staring into the fridge, unable to believe what he was seeing. The milk was on the door. Annoyed, he picked up the carton and put it back in it's proper place before turning to the empty kitchen.

"House!" He called, using his 'you're in trouble' voice. Not hearing any indication that the Diagnostician was headed toward the kitchen, Wilson called again. It took two more tries before he finally heard uneven footsteps approaching.

"Where's your cane?" He asked when House limped his way into the kitchen.

"I'm giving it a day off." The older man replied, sitting heavily in a kitchen chair. "Now, what's so important that it couldn't wait a few…hours?" Wilson frowned before opening the fridge and pulling out the carton of milk. "What about it, besides the fact that it came out of a cow's tits?"

"I found it on the door of the fridge. I talked to you about this, House. The milk goes inside the fridge, where it's colder and less likely to spoil." Rolling his eyes, House got up and started to leave the room, but that didn't deter Wilson. He continued talking and even began to follow House, still lecturing him. Finally, House stopped, halfway down the hallway. Turning around, he grabbed the carton and popped it open.

"Don't you dare." Wilson warned, eyeing House with a stern expression.

"Don't I dare what?" The older man asked innocently, then took a long drink directly from the carton.

What was he doing? House had to admit that he had no idea. He supposed it had started when Sam, Wilson's first ex, had come back. That was when the urge to play all the annoying little pranks on Wilson had him putting bowls in the dishwasher, the milk on the door. Juvenile mischief, really. It was when had finally found out that House was the one behind it all that the Diagnostician had come to terms with why he wanted Sam to leave. He had fallen for his best, and sometimes only, friend. It was simple, really, once he realized it. Wilson was like his other, better half. When House got drunk, Wilson was the one to drive him home. When he was lonely on Christmas, Wilson was the only one who'd notice, despite all attempts to hide it, and spend it with him. When there was a particularly difficult case that House just couldn't see the answer to, he would talk to Wilson and in one way or another, the other man would help him to see what had been there all along. He depended on Wilson. It was simple really, once you stepped back and looked at the situation. House was jealous of Sam's relationship with his best friend, and he had no idea what to do about it.


AN: Hey there everyone. This is my first time actually attempting to write a fanfic that is (mostly) serious and multi-chaptered, so if you notice anything that could be improved upon, or just have general hints or tips any and all reviews are appreciated. I'm looking to get better at this, so if you read something you don't like, don't stay silent! Speak up and tell me off for it!