Title: It was all a Coincidence

Author: Emo Barbie

Summary: What happens when Foreman happens to be walking past house's apartment when Wilson happens to storm out and House happens to follow him, and Foreman happens to hear their fight? Well, it all just happens to be a House/Wilson fanfic of course!

Warning: This is a House/Wilson fic, don't like? You see that little back arrow up there? Ya you might wanna click it...Quick! CLICK IT BEFORE THE IMAGES ARE BURNED INTO YOUR HEAD AND YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK TO THAT INNOCENT MIND THAT YOU ONCE HAD!

NEW UPDATE: I wrote this 7 years ago, it hasn't been updated in 7 years, and yet people still feel compelled to read it. I was 14 when this was written. Of course there were errors. So I'm going back to edit and fix spelling errors, yadda yadda.

And no sorry, no sequels :/ I couldn't bring myself to try and write a sequel to fanfiction written over half a decade ago. (At least not until plot bunnies decide to invade my mind and declare that a sequel was in order)


It was all a

Coincidence

Maybe it was just a coincidence that Foreman was walking past; maybe it was just his luck...or unluck? But the fact that he had just happened to be walking past House's apartment and Wilson had happened to burst from it, and house had happened to follow after him, while Foreman happened to step into the shadows and happened to hear their fight, well...it was all just a coincidence...right?

"I can't believe you're throwing a hissy fit because I canceled your date!" House bellowed, limping after a huffing Wilson.

"Of course I'm throwing a hissy fit! You told her I was gay!" Wilson threw his hands up before turning around and crossing the street.

"Well you...are!" House stopped at the end of the sidewalk.

"Am not!" Wilson spun around, just missing the on coming car.

"You're living with another man!" House threw his hand out and justered towards the house.

"Yes, I'm living on the couch; because I can't bother to stay at Amber's, when she's...she's..." Wilson turned and began unlocking his car.

"For god's sake, she's dead, Wilson." House threw up his hand again.

"Yes!" Wilson slammed the car door shut and spun around. "She's dead! She's! Dead!" He flew back across the street, a car horn blazing as it nipped the tail of his white coat. "And who's fault is it?! Huh!" Wilson shoved him. "Who's! Cause it surely isn't mine!"

House stumbled back before regaining his balance. "Wilson..." House began.

"No! No! I don't want to hear it! I can't believe you! You...You...arrogant...Bastard!" Wilson roared at him.

"Wilson, I'm-"

"You're what? You're sorry?! Well isn't that great? But guess what, that's not bringing Amber back anytime soon!" Wilson glared at House, his chest heaving in and out rapidly as he tried to control his anger. "It was you who called her, it was your fault she went there in the first place, and your fault she got onto the bus! It's all your damn-"

"I called for you! Not her! I asked her to find you, I never asked for her to come! Hell with her, I could really care less!" House screamed back, getting a number of glances from pedestrians.

"Well isn't that great! Just what I want to hear! And what else are you going to tell me? Huh?! Wanna tell me that you don't care about me either? You don't care if I'm happy? Is that what you want to say?! Cause that's all I've been getting from you! It's like you want me as damn miserable as you!" Wilson never took his eyes off of House.

"Of course not! God, why the hell would I go through all this crap, if I didn't?" House glared at him. "You know I didn't want to do any of it. Wilson, I put myself at risk to try and save her! Why in the hell would I put my life on the line to save some girl you were so damn in love with?!" House clenched his fist around his cane.

Wilson only huffed, spinning on his heels to storm off towards his car once again, the loud blare of a car horn and brakes where nothing but white noise to him.

"JAMES!" Wilson had a millisecond before he felt himself being shoved backwards, his back and head making a sickening crack as they slammed into the side of his car. The oncologist saw nothing but stars in the darkness that clouded his vision, but he could hear the loud rasping of breathe in his ear. He could feel the heaving of a man's chest against his own, a heavy weight pushed up against him.

"Greg..." Finally his eyes focused and the only thing he could see was the pale face of the other man."God, Jimmy..." House panted, his full weight now bearing down on Wilson. "Never...ever...do something like that again." He heaved, grabbing Wilson's face into his hands to force him to look at him. And for the first time that night, Wilson felt the warm of something other then anger on his face. A blush. "Promise me."Wilson stared up at House wide eyed. The emotion that he caught in House's eye, surely he was seeing it wrong? Something he was sure no one had ever seen there before, a look of pain, fear, relief and mixed all in with it was...love? Admiration? Surely, Wilson had hit his head harder then he thought.
"I...promise?" Wilson finally blinked, trying to look at anything other then House, but it was to no prevail, not with House's hands preventing him from doing anything but meet his eyes. I promise I-"Wilson's words were cut off by the warm lips that covered his and for a second Wilson stiffened, aware of all the noise around him, and trying to catch all the people he knew were staring. But as House pressed on, deepening the kiss, all Wilson could do was close his eyes and be filled with the warm of House's body.

Foreman took this time to rush on down the street, heading straight towards the hospital, there was no way he wasn't telling the others this. They'd get an earful this morning.

When Wilson finally pulled away, he grinned as he stared up at House. "I didn't know a cripple like you could run so fast."

House chuckled. "Believe me, I'm in a hell of a lot of pain right now, and I swear you'll be paying for it." House threw an arm around Wilson's shoulder. "And first, your gonna need to help me back across the street, I kinda left my cane over there."