House was sitting in his office, twirling his large cane and looking up into the ceiling. His latest patient was a very attractive 40-year-old woman whose cleavage could give Cuddy's a challenge. As he sighed heavily, the door creaked open.
"Hard at work, I see", said Wilson, his velvety voice caressing House's rough ears.
"Multiple losses of consciousness thought to be caused by low blood pressure, now presenting with malignant hypertension and skin petechiae as well as a high fever", replied House monotonously without looking at him.
"Strange tapestry of symptoms, that", Wilson remarked and took a seat opposite the desk. "Are you sure the previous low blood pressure is part of the picture?"
"No. She will be transferred for dialysis tomorrow morning", he said whilst scratching his beard. Wilson swallowed loudly in frustration.
"So in essence, you took on a patient with clear-cut renal failure just to look busy?"
"She wasn't bad to look at either", House replied and then he finally looked at Wilson. As he did so, his pager went off, beeping rapidly. From the other office his team emerged, clearly stressed out.
"She's lost consciousness again, the malignant hypertension cannot be caused by renal artery stenosis", Cameron said rapidly, trying to seem smart.
"Tell the nurses to boost her with iv fluids, no diuretics. We need to increase her blood pressure as much as possible to trigger whatever's causing her symptoms", House said casually.
"But that might kill her, cause a stroke, and it will exacerbate her kidney failure even more", Chase said in an alarmed tone.
"Also, take her off the antibiotics. Whatever's causing her sepsis can wait until we've figured out what causes the syncope", House continued, unperturbed by Chase's reasonable concern.
Wilson smiled. This was a new way to challenge his team. House was listing off ways to, if not kill, then at least seriously injure the patient even further. Foreman rolled his eyes.
"Aye aye captain", Foreman said ironically and the team left the room, their lab coats sweeping dramatically behind them.
As the door softly shut closed, House and Wilson gazed into each other's eyes.
"Trying to teach them independence, eh?" Wilson said, glittery laughter in his voice.
"They need to recognize when a patient isn't a mystery", House replied.
He slowly stood up from his chair, leaning heavily on his cane.
"And this way, I've got time for a quick snog before lunch", he said and winked at Wilson.
"Good thing I had a patient cancel then", Wilson giggled and stood up as well.
They looked at each other, smiling and reveling in each other's beauty. Wilson's soft hair, House's scraggly beard. Without losing eye contact, they strode towards each other. Finally, their bodies intertwined and their lips met in a gentle kiss.
"It's a very good thing", House whispered as the world melted away in this perfect moment of bliss.
The End