So yeah, I wasn't really in a hurry to write this and then I saw what was really going on in the House MD world. Seriously, I'm starting to hate this show (yeah but hate as in "it's really too painful to watch, I cry at the end of every single episode now", not as in "what a crappy program, I'd be better off watching Deal or no deal".

Disclaimer: Oh, come on!

I thought I would try something new so I tried it from Wilson's point of view. And for those who didn't read SIAM, just know they got together at the end and have lived happily ever since.

"You know, maybe we could get married," I hear him say from somewhere above my head.

"I told you, I'm not wearing a dress, even if it's a wedding gown." Well, of course I'm not taking him seriously. We've been lovers for over a year and a half now and best friends for even longer. I surely can tell when House is being serious. And right now, he's not.

"Come on, you know you want to. You've already been married three times. You're marriage guy, like that character in Friends."

The hand that was gently trailing up and down my back has stilled. I'm starting to get slightly nervous now, because under the jokes and the sarcasm, I sense an edge of uncertainty very uncharacteristic for House.

"Have you been spending too much time with Cameron again?" I'm trying to stay light, still unsure whether this is a joke or a serious wedding proposal.

"Yeah, we were thinking of doing girls' night out so you and chase can go drink beer and play pool while she and I paint our toenails."

I snort because the mental image of House with pink nail polish on his toes is somehow funny.

"No, but seriously. Unless you have a secret crush on Cuddy and intend to take her on her offer of fathering her children, I don't think you'll leave me. Plus, I've had a little chat with Her, and from Her cries of delight when I mentioned my plan, She clearly has no intention of ever setting us apart."

I laugh nervously. "If it wasn't for the great sex life She provides us, we would've got rid of Her a long time ago." Okay, now I'm scared. I mean, I love House. I really do. And not just the king of love you have for someone who pays you special attention or the one you feel for an exceptionally pretty person. Not even the kind of love I had for my wives, all three of them.

This, what's between us, is much, much stronger but also much, much more complicated. It's the serious kind of feeling as in "Maybe I won't die right after you do but I'll be in such a mess that even Cameron will suggest suicide as a better alternative". I mean, for House, I went from straight womaniser to super gay pillow-bitter, and happily so. If nurses used to melt under my dark eyes, now I'm the one melting under his blue ones. I guess I have the reputation of a pushover at the hospital. Most people don't get what's in this relationship for me, and they judge me, us, for what we do outside of the hospital. But guess what? I wouldn't exchange it for anything else in the whole wide world.

It's not perfect. We fight. Maybe more that normal couples. I mean, even in love, House is still a crippled bastard with a drug addiction and a tongue as sharp as a dagger. A poison-covered dagger.

But I know more than anybody else how that tongue can also say the sweetest things. How, in the dead of the night as I lie in his arms and pretend to be asleep, he murmurs things so beautiful in my ear and pretends to believe I'm asleep.

So yeah, I love him. And I know he loves me back, in his crippled-bastard-with-a-drug-addiction-and-an-ego-roughly-the-size-of-a-small-planet way, or I don't think he would've let me move in his apartment permanently a couple of months ago.

But marriage? Apart for the fact that same-sex couples don't actually have the right to get married in the state of New Jersey, I can still see many reasons why not. I've been married before (and not just once) and I know for a fact that that line at the end, "'till death does us apart" doesn't really mean anything anymore.

But, on the other side, my three failed marriages are not really proper comparison material for this situation. For one, they were with women, and I've been having sex with a man (and great sex at that!) for over a year now. So when you think about it (which I am currently doing), maybe my underlying homosexuality was kind of a problem back then and now wouldn't be since it's more of a overlying homosexuality.

And with my two last wives, House, and all that came with him, was a recurrent subject of discord at home. Needless to say, that wouldn't be a problem in this particular case.

But wait a minute, when did I start to seriously consider getting married with House? Of course it would be a disaster, how could it not? I must be crazy. Too much with House, that's what it is.

But I suddenly discover House has gone very still under my head and I realise he has fallen asleep while I was lost in thoughts. Oh well, now at least I don't have to give a real answer, as I know it was probably only something he said like that, just to mess with my head. But as I drift into sleep, I don't really success in crushing the slight feeling of disappointment that House was only jerking my chain.

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