Title: Look me in the eye

Pairing: House/Wilson smiles

Disclaimer: I own nothing of such importance

A/N Angst! Don't you just love it? This is my third story of a very boring day at school. Sensitive subject for House and Wilson that I've always wanted to happen in the show…I'm twisted like that.

This may be a tiny bit ooc but then again I think if this ever did happen I think this is how House would act…

Please review and Ill give you a box of cookies grins

"I didn't try to kill myself Jimmy I promise" House pleaded from where he was lying on a hospital bed, IV in his left hand, he had been watching Wilson follow the wire to the pump. And back. Over and over for the last 10 minutes. He was - heck it was a bad phrase to use in this situation but it's all he could think of, he was dieing here! Jimmy hadn't said a word since House had woken up, just kept following that stupid wire.

"Please say something James. It hurt, I was just trying to get rid of the pain" his voice verging on desperate.

Wilson's mouth finally opened, closed and opened once more, this time with added sound, Wilson spoke slowly, in a controlled calm voice "You're miserable House, you're in pain, you're bored, you're cruel and rude and you cant say that the thought has never ran through your head, I know you cant. Such a painless, quick way of escape, that's what you've spent your whole life doing, escaping, why not do it in death as well?" Wilson turned his stiff neck to face head on with House, connecting his eyes with the intensely sad blue eyes of his lover "You look me in the eye right now and say there isn't the remote possibility that the thought of real escape never crossed your mind when you took those pills and I will believe you"

Silence rang out but it sounded deafening to House. He couldn't hold the contact, it would be a lie, his eyes flickered downward, he just wanted to collect his thoughts, he really did, but he just held them there for a few seconds too long. It was all Wilson needed.

Seeing his friend, his lover, get up from his chair slowly, limbs aching from sitting so long, House panicked, grabbing hold of the first bit of Jimmy he could get, his shirt "I cant lie to you, you know the truth, I'm in pain, I'm miserable, it was an easy way out but I didn't plan it, you're telling me that the thought would of ran through your head if you were me?" House looked Wilson dead in the eye this time, no hiding.

Hands prised his own from the crumpled shirt, he watched as wilson walked to the doorway where he stopped, agonizingly slowly he turned and said one word "No" and that was it, he was out the door.

House sat staring at the door for what felt like hours, but when he scanned the hallway through the glass window of his room, he saw that Wilson had only made it to the nurses' station a few hundred feet away.

"Everybody lies!" He hollered at the figure, he could no longer tell if that was still his Jimmy, a strange blur was washing over his eyes and down his cheeks.

He barely heard the reply telling him his aim was correct.

"I know"