A/N: I use the term 'drabble' loosely. A couple of these are blatantly not 100 words. I will update whenever I write something new and I am open to suggestions from people if there's something they re-heally want to see XD

I hope you enjoy them.

Pain in the…

Rain. It never seems as bad when you don't get your hair wet. Yet another triumph for the incredible invention – the bike helmet. House's thoughts rattled off the helmet's padded interior as his visor collided violently with each falling drop of water. 5.06pm – that was six minutes overtime. Now, he'd no doubt miss the crucial first six minutes of General Hospital. Thank you, dying patient. However, as his jeans began to soak through and his leg started to stiffening up, he couldn't help thinking, with hindsight, screw his girlish driving, perhaps I should've taken Wilson up on the lift home.

This Fantastic Ketamine

It was safe to say there were few times he ever felt this good. Pure, sober exhilaration. This was it for him. The very meaning of happiness in his eyes.

This was the first time he'd driven his bike without the buzz being dulled by excessive amounts of Vicodin. And boy was it good! He could feel everything in its fullest. The wind. The rain and how it felt as it seeped into his trainers. A bizarre bliss; naked and untouched by chemicals. He could feel something other than pain. Something so alien it almost scared him. This was living.

Not to Starve

The first time House took it upon himself to snatch a fry from his plate, Wilson honestly didn't mind. Share and share alike.

Then, as their friendship progressed, so one fry escalated into a handful. Soon, Wilson realised that share and share alike didn't apply to their relationship – House only had one thing that Wilson wanted.

It wasn't until the day their lips crashed together in a monumental moment of certainty – over Wilson's stuffed peppers, no less – that another piece of the Gregory House puzzle slotted into place. House did want him.

Stealing his food? That was just another misguided Housian way of letting Wilson know that he couldn't live without him.