Brotherly love?

Hey all! This is my first attempt at fan fiction. Be gentle with me lol!

This is the first chapter, of what is a completed 17 chapters. I wasn't sure whether to put it all up or just wait and see if you wanted the rest first.

House isn't my show,

This really isn't just,

If I owned this gem,

Gay relationships would be a must!

P.s-please don't judge me on my lame poem. Read on. It can only get better!!!!

House lifted his cane up so that the warmth of the Jersey morning sun radiated on its glistening top. The glow all around him contrasted severely to the darkness he held within. Standing motionless, watching the sunlight glint and bob on the cool steel, he was unaware that Wilson was now leaning against the office door, smiling that smile, that trademark Wilson grin.

'What may I ask are you doing?'

The diagnostician turned to face the handsome doctor standing before him. With a face that betrayed his innermost thoughts, his reply was as quick witted as ever.

'I'm thinking about how gorgeous you look in that new shirt .Isn't that a Wal-Mart original?'

Sarcastically, Wilson proceeded to study his clothing. Pausing a moment for dramatic effect, he began his attack in the battle of wits.

'My word your right, I am just so handsome; I'm so handsome someone should take me to lunch'.

The troubled Doctor looked at his watch and realized he should have been at the cafeteria to meet this lunatic almost twenty minutes ago. Before he could speak though, his friend continued, feeling he had been given the perfect opening to milk this for all it was worth.

'In fact I'm so handsome; someone else should buy me lunch today, or at the very least pay for their own.'

House was now done listening. House was hungry. As he limped towards the elevator, Wilson followed fast on his heels. It clicked open. They walked through the door, and as they did so, their hands both reached for the button in perfect unison. They brushed together. The door clicked shut. They were now lightly stroking each others fingertips. Their hearts were thudding uncontrollably in their chests. They swore their eyes had failed them and no clear line existed between one set of hands and the other. It was a millisecond in their lives. It was an action that most would forget. For them however its sensation had been an electrical storm charged with a thousand forbidden thoughts. Such was the power of its strike.

House cleared his throat and did the only thing he could:

'Wilson if you wanna hold my hand then just go for it. This indecision can really give a girl a complex.'

James Wilson started to blush and knew inside himself that although something must be said on his part to ease the tension, any words that pushed through his trembling lips would be a stuttering mess. As if God had been listening, to his sheep's tortured plea to be set free from the unbearable constraints of the elevators blasphemous perimeters, the door swung open and he had suddenly found his voice once more.

'If you try to hide expensive food under my salad, or if you jump in front of me and say it's on my tab, I'll be breaking your damn fingers off one by one far less caressing them'.

With that he marched in the direction of the cafeteria, with House shouting from behind,

'You call yourself a friend? Threatening violence on a poor defenseless cripple! What would Jesus do Wilson? Oh wait, that's right your people murdered him. What would Moses do man?'

Without turning Wilson retorted:

'Probably smack you over the head with the bit of the stone tablet that says thou shalt not steal.'

'Is that before of after he knocks you out with, the committing adultery section?'

There two and fro bickering continued until they were safely in their seats. House scoring a free lunch yet again, and Wilson looking at his smug friend's fingers wishing he could carry out the threat without actual physical contact. A Contact that would produce yet another lethal lightning bolt of unbridled feeling. He concluded it was safer to keep to his end of the table.

When had he started feeling this way about his best friend, his male best friend? He repeated over and over the first time he had had these unsettling thoughts that he was married and happy. Not gay, never gay, he couldn't be. He loved women. He loved them and then he left them, but he never left House. The man was the most dysfunctional screwed up human being he had ever known. A professional junkie and a smug bastard, but he was also the greatest and most unfalteringly honest person he knew. When it came to the basics he was truthful, something that women, his wife's had never been. House always got the truth from Wilson therefore scoring another point over every other woman he had been with. But House wasn't a woman, he was a guy, and Wilson wasn't gay. He thought he might try and choke himself with his salad; instead he just twisted its contents around and around on his plate, hardly looking up at the man who was causing his whole life up until that point to implode in on its self.

House of course was too wrapped up in his own problems to notice the man across from him was practically weeping into his French dressing. He had to ask Wilson a favor, an important one, and began to wonder if it would have been a good investment to have bought him lunch after all. As the dreary clouds began to form on Gregory House's face, Wilson decided to bite, since his line had been dangling for ages without so much as a gentle pull.

'Okay what's up?'

'hmmmmm.'

'I know when something is bothering you; you had the same look earlier on when you were burning holes in your cane.'

'Well now that you mention it, I do need a favor, a teeny tiny one.'

'What?'

'It's nothing really'.

'Hit me with it, like your ripping off a patient's band aid '.

'You want me to tell you unbelievably slowly and with the greatest amounts of pain

Imaginable okay but…'

'I forget who I'm talking to sometimes'.

'I need you to dance with me?'

As if he had planned it to be so, these words formed just as his oncologist friend had taken a drink of his coffee. An explosion of hot liquid suspended itself in the air and gravity pushed it downwards like a rain shower to Wilson's suit pants. As House grinned, and Wilson tried desperately to compose himself, two female nurses broke out into fits of giggles in the far corner of the room.

'Your fan clubs in.'

'Want me two dance with you, like hands round neck, hands on waist, full on dancing?

'Well when you say it like that, it sounds so sordid. I haven't even asked the second

favor yet.'

'No matter how much you beg I'm not wearing a dress and I'm not being the woman.'

'Yet you play it so well in everyday life. Relax its nothing like that. I just need you to

come away with me for the weekend.'

Again Wilson drank his coffee and again it came spitting out. The nurses in the far corner chose this point to get up and leave.

'Uh, looks like you frightened them away. It must be the fact that you're a complete moron.'

'Must you keep saying strange things when I have something hot in my mouth?'

House thought about a reply, and then thought better of it; instead he smiled and tried to put the agitated doctor's mind at rest.

'It's my cousin Roberts wedding on Saturday and he's asked me to be best man. Normally I would tell my family we're to stuff it but Rob is different, he's not a complete idiot so I'll do this for him. It'll be unbelievably unbearable so that's when I figured I'd take you with me, enough alcohol and I might get through the weekend remembering very little and just surviving it. So what do you say?'

House looked up at Wilson and was extremely uncertain as to what his response to this would be. He wasn't stupid, he knew something was going on between them and he figured this weekend would be a test, something to push the boundaries slightly more than usual, and to solve the puzzle of their true relationship once and for all.

Wilson looked down at the coffee soaked remnants of his salad lying limp on the plate, wondering if it would still be strong enough to choke him. What could he say? This man never asked him for real favors. He asked him for lunch, beers from the fridge and money but never anything of substance. Okay, there was the whole Tritter incident when he had nearly went to prison for this same man, but that wasn't the point. He had to say yes. He always had to say yes.

'One condition'

'Name it'

'You get the window seat on the plane and you get me so drunk, that I make a pass at some one in your family. You never know I might find my fourth wife.'

'Well women are always sad and pathetic enough to go with anything at a wedding.'

'Then you'll be in there too.'

As they got up from the table, Wilson saw House was looking somewhere he shouldn't have been, directly under his waist.

'What are you looking at?'

'Your manhood, it's huge!'

Wilson involuntarily looked down to the same spot were House's eyes had been fixed upon, causing his friend to break out into laughter once more. He hadn't looked down because he was unsure of what he would find. He simply wanted to know what was really attracting the diagnosticians' attention. House spoke once more.

'Or the coffee stain that makes it look like you had an accident. It's the excitement of spending the whole weekend with me isn't it?'

Wilson strategically ignored the question as he figured that he wasn't really looking for an answer to that one. Instead he posed another.

'So you were kidding about the dancing'.

'Would you have been disappointed if I was?'

'I'm not going to dance with you House!'

'No, your going to sit with Granny House listening to how she couldn't find her teeth for two days then found them in the dogs bowl, whereas I'll be dancing with Prunella, yes that it is in fact her name, the unmatched 40 something sister of the bride.'

'My, that was vivid.'

'Too bad, cause you're not backing out now.'

Wilson suddenly realized something that never registered before.

'House we just can't up and leave; we should have cleared this with Cuddy at least two weeks ago.'

'Nah she only needed four days notice to get me the hell outta her hair and give me a responsible babysitter into the bargain'.

'You already cleared it, how did you know I'd say yes? I could have been busy.'

'I just had a feeling'.

'Why didn't you ask Cameron?'

They stood staring at one another for some moments until House's beeper started to rhythmically buzz.

'Pack your bags and I guess I'll see you tomorrow.'

And with that he was gone. All Wilson could think was, 'what the hell made me ask that?'