Title: Five Ways Wilson Comes Out to House
Author: Xans
Fandom: House
Rating: PG13ish
Genres: Romance, fluff, basically
Archive: Here and my lj
Pairings: Pretty much House/Wilson, with a couple others implied
Warnings: Slash, implied cross-dressing that's about it
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are borrowed shamelessly from the creator(s) with no intent to make profit—unless comments are now profit—or to claim as my own creations. In simpler terms: so not mine, however much I adore 'em.
Summary: 'Nother Five Things prompt I did.
1.) door opens, House gapes "Nice legs; was this supposed to teach me to knock first?"
"Shut up, and help me get out of these stockings!"
2.) It's wrong. It's right too. It's right because it's "okay" and people don't care so much in this day and age. It's wrong because it's House. World's best diagnostician who thrives on misery--his own, and everyone else's, too. He'd be positively delighted at the full depth of misery Wilson is currently subjecting himself to. At the moment, House thinks it's another woman. He says as much, anyway. "Maybe it's not a woman," Wilson snaps. "Maybe it's never been women. It could be men. A man." He glares and breathes out through his nose like he always does when he's pissed and can't yell because it's a hospital. House has the decency to look flustered.
3.) They're bickering again. They always do. It's a ritual. House snarks. Wilson rationalises, and sometimes snipes back. They follow the same path to the same elevator and House always gets on, making his last comment just before the doors close so he always wins, because Wilson can't say anything back. If they've done it once, they've done it a thousand times, but this time, it's different. House turns to face Wilson and bag the argument, but Wilson leans in and kisses him. When the doors close, House is silent and contemplating the merry glint in Wilson's eyes, and his little victorious smile.
4.) House got up one morning to find a note on his fridge:
H-
You're out of milk and peanutbutter!
-W
PS I'm gay.
He smiled.
5.) It's New Years. It's freezing. Wilson is standing out on the roof. "You're in my spot," that oh-so-familiar voice behind him.
"Good spot to be," he replies calmly. "If I don't say it you can always push me off."
"Ooh, I just love it when you get dramatic," House drawls. "Say what now?"
Wilson glances to his left, trying to gauge the kind of mood his best friend is in. Too much to hope he'll be charitable because it's almost a new year. Wilson panics, and he can't say anything. House steps closer, leans in and Wilson feels his cheeks warming, whether because of House's breath or his own embarrassment, he's not sure. "Say, what?" House repeats.
Where words fail him, action prevails.
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Ooh, bonus! 'Nother House one that was really too short for it's own entry:
Five things House will never ever, even on his death bed, tell the team.
1. Chase really is his favourite. Especially when he plays with those pencils in his pretty mouth.
2. He kinda sorta regrets not sleeping with Cameron, at least once. Then she could sleep with Foreman and complete the set.
3. The best chance to make him feel guilty about his actions is to sic Wilson on him.
4. Vogler once implied Cuddy only kept House around because they were sleeping together, or that they had slept together. He was wrong that that's why she kept him around. He was right that they had, once, had a one night stand. Sometimes he wishes he could repeat the experience.
5. There are times, in a case, where he has absolutely no idea if this is going to be one he'll solve in time.