Written for ships50 on lj, prompt: 001 Young.

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There are moments in which Wilson can tell what House might have been like as a child, or rather what he would have liked to have been like, if he didn't have the father he did.

House acts like a child more often than not at times, and its excruciatingly frustrating and yet endearing all at once.

Wilson knows when House is in a childish mood, because before he kisses House there's a hint of excitement in his eyes, like he's about to do something bad.

It is amusing, as it's always been and despite their differences and their time apart Wilson doesn't think he will ever stop finding it amusing and dare he say it...endearing.

There is something about House that is juvenile as well. His posturing, especially when he's hungry is something that both aggravates and amuses Wilson, probably more than it should as he doesn't know how many times he can falsely protest buying House lunch before finally admitting that he's just glad the other Doctor is eating something.

He plays House's games. Goes with the pranks, the betting because he gets to see House in the serious moments too.

Those moments are when any semblance of youth or juvenility slips away at a rapid pace.

The sparkles of youth, the need for mischief are replaced by weariness and pain. His muscles would coil and tense and Wilson would lay next to him, hold his hand through all the protests and find himself wishing for another time.

He wished for a time when they were younger, a time when Stacey had been around and wished he had been there as well. He might have noticed something was wrong before it was too late.

His thoughts were broken into by House shoving open the door to their bedroom with a bang. "Jimmy," he grinned wickedly, his eyes sparkling.

Wilson laughed softly, unable to help himself because there was something so amusing at the various ways in which House managed to announce himself. He calmed quickly and sighed, "what is it House?" He wondered if this was something which would cost him a lot of money, such as the duelling X-Box's or the time House had wanted to take up fencing. Both had been an accident on his part.

"I bought whipped cream," House told him, a solemn look on his face that was so put upon Wilson had to stifle another laugh.

"0kay," Wilson replied, waiting for the punchline, waiting for an explanation beyond a simple statement and enjoying the way House's eyes were sparkling.

"Sundaes," House nodded his head rapidly. "I've been wanting one all day."

Wilson smiled and sat up, getting out of bed he followed House into the kitchen where two heaping bowls of ice cream were sitting on the island. "Sounds good," he said, liking the moments where House submitted to what some would call childish fits of fancy.

"And then after," House told him, a mischievous tone to his voice.

"After?" Wilson asked him, chuckling.

"I just have other things I want to do with it," House leaned over and kissed him firmly on the lips, then pulled back with another small smile.

"Okay," Wilson agreed readily, feeling like he was a newlywed or something.