Disclaimer: I do not own House or really anything else for that matter.

This story is set after Half-Wit

The sun was starting to set on yet another day at Princeton Plainsborough. Dr. House was still in his office, leaned back in his chair with his legs propped up and being comforted yet again by his iPod. He had debated going home, but that would require movement and really what was there to do there that he couldn't do here. It seemed like everyone else had gone home and his patient had been released earlier in the day so there was nobody around to annoy him, as far as he was concerned he was in heaven.

He could feel sleep start to overcome him and wasn't even trying to fight it when he heard the swoosh of the door opening. He decided not to open his eyes and just let the voice of the character surprise him.

"Are you asleep?" The unmistakable voice of Wilson had entered the room.

"No, I was just seeing if that old saying of; 'if I can't see them they can't see me' was really true. Apparently, it isn't."

"So you're still here."

"Nope, this is just a figment of your imagination." If Wilson was just going to lay them out there like that he really had no choice but to throw them back.

"I just meant that it is late, and you are usually doing anything you can to get out the door."

"The only time I'm trying to get out the door is if someone is annoying me like a patient, Cameron, Cuddy or you." House swung his legs down and sat straight up with his arms crossed. If the truth had to be known he liked his conversations with Wilson. They were too the point and purposeful, not like most other conversations where it is thirty minutes of numbing pleasantries and two minutes of what you really want. Although, even Wilson could beat around the bush occasionally, and now seemed to be one of those times.

Wilson pulled up a chair. He knew he was about to have a useless conversation, but he had to hope that somewhere deep inside him, House heard him. He hadn't really heard him about Stacy, or his vicodin use, or anything involving his patients, but he was bound to hit a topic he could win eventually. The odds of it being this one were slim.

"So, it was an interesting day today. You seem to be the talk of the hospital." Wilson thought it was best to ease into the conversation; he wouldn't get anywhere badgering House.

"Is that supposed to be new news? When am I not the talk of the hospital?"

You couldn't argue with that. Between the fights, shootings, his lovely bedside manner and everything else House was a stranger to no one. Most doctors knew what was going on with House, his team and his patient better than they knew about their own patient.

"For some weird reason, people seem to forget that these walls are made of glass. I mean really, some people think they could just kiss someone without anyone noticing." Wilson was so good at that sarcastic tone that you almost wouldn't recognize him without it.

House's head eased downward. Suddenly the carpet was the most interesting thing in the room. He had been had and he knew it. She had played him just the same way that he had played so many others including her. He had let his guard down and then left to look like a fool.

"It was nothing." If only. It was something alright House wasn't exactly sure what it was, but it was far from nothing.

"You kissed Cameron. How can you say that is nothing?" Wilson hadn't finished but House cut him off.

"No, she kissed me, apparently that glass everyone is looking through needs some cleaning. She likes me, she kissed me, and I kicked her butt out, end of story." House finished his thought with a cocked eyebrow and nod of the head noting that he was already tired of this conversation.

Wilson just ignored his warning signs because it wasn't likely that House would give him the time of day to finish this conversation any other time.

"And you didn't do anything to entice the kiss or keep it going. Because where I come from the tilting of heads or swapping of spit isn't exactly how you push someone away. In fact, where I come from that indicates mutual feelings and a general like toward someone."

"Well since you come from the land of care bears the act of breathing indicates some sort of like for another person. And death glances mean to by all means please continue the conversation." Wilson may be good at sarcasm, but House was the king.

"House!"

"Wilson."

"You need to talk about this." Wilson was trying desperately to get through to him. He could see that he was failing because House had already begun gathering his things up so he could go.

"No, I don't need to talk about this; you want to talk about this. I told you it was nothing, it is over and now you and Cameron can go back to care bear land and make some more rainbows." House said while continuing to search for his stuff. All that was left from freeing him from this conversation was his jacket. Stupid jacket, eh, maybe he would just steal Wilson's on the way out.

House had begun making his way toward the door and was surprised that Wilson was giving up so easily. He had just placed his hand on the doorknob when Wilson spoke again, so much for giving up.

"House, you are going to end up alone."

All House could do was turn and look back. Then the carpet had caught his attention again. His only reply was to go ahead and open the door leaving Wilson behind knowing that truer words were never spoken.

This is the first fanfic that I have ever written of any kind, but I love the show House, so I thought I would give it a try. Hope you like.