Title: The Oh so Wonderful Bouquet Curse

Summary: Wilson is part of a magical family, he's cursed, he's invited, and he has to fall in love. Wilson/House. Crappy Summary, Mildly Amusing Story.

Rated: Teen, for crude language, amongst other things.

Disclaimer: I do not own House, or any television series for that matter. So considering that, you know what's a fun activity? Not suing me.

Authors Note: Many of you may be all "Oh my god…a 'Wilson's family is maggiiccaall' fic; I hate you" well, for you people: Screw off, seriously. I mean, read the summary, sheesh.

Pairing: Eventual Wilson/House

We Begin at a wedding, a shitty wedding I didn't want to go to. A shitty wedding my family didn't want me going to. A shitty wedding that I'm surprised anyone invited me to.

Now I doubt anyone would understand just why I'm such an undesirable guest to have at weddings, unless of course, they knew my family. Nobody in the world would ever believe this, but my family is…I guess you could say, different. We have certain kinds of magic running through us. There're mind readers, spell casters, curse holders, almost anything that you can think of.

And I am stuck being one of three in my family who is, the latter. A curse holder; see, with us curses are like allergies…sort of. Some can be outgrown; some stay with us forever. They vary from all sorts of things, some relate to money, some love, some even food you eat while going on summer vacation to the Philippines in July. They are like people, literally. They follow you around and speak or tug or even fight when a matter concerning them occurs. When they show up, or leave, they will hand you a letter written by hand, signature included, concerning everything that you might need to know. This can be extremely annoying when you're sixteen, at a wedding, have no idea what the fuck is going on and suddenly a hand reaches out, pulls you from your seat and proceeds to give you a random letter which (like the hand) seems to come out of nowhere and contains the text:

Dear Jimmy Wilson,

I am your first new curse, bravo; you got a good one. Enclosed you will find a picture of yourself screaming like a preteen girl at this letter appearing. Anyways, carrying on, you have hereby received a permanent fulfillment based curse. This curse applies to the subject of love and all that nonsense. You must always stand to catch the bouquet at magical weddings (because we all know it's no fun at normal weddings), and, you will always be the one who happens to catch it. This curse shall be broken and I shall leave (Aww) when you are married, and IN LOVE. Good Luck and Farewell.

-You're Screwed,

Hugh.

P.s.

You're so lucky everyone here is married except for that 6 year old, the bulimic chick over there, and Mr. "I'm too cool for not stuffing myself full of wedding cake before the bride and groom get to cut it" (It's true, check behind the curtain! Seriously!)

And yeah, I was lucky (And Hugh was right about the cake guy) because magical wedding bouquets, as anyone may have guessed are a bit different from normal bouquets. Normal bouquets are thrown for that whole "who gets married next" thing, magical bouquets are thrown for the same reason, everyone not married stands up for them, men and women, but…whoever happens to catch it must be wed next, everyone else's romantic lives will be put on hold, no going backwards, no going forwards. So you can imagine the torment of not wanting to get married, catching the bouquet, and then having dozens of desperate Jewish women get pissed off and keep trying to set you up on dates. It gets annoying, especially the lonely necromancers…ew. (I have dated so many dead chicks…four of which were my ex-patients!) Anyways, I'm done explaining, that took too long and I can already feel Hugh tugging at my tux and telling me to (and I quote)

"Stand the hell up, you bloody wanker"

To which I sigh, slowly stand, am greeted by the groaning of several women, the cheering of several men, and Hugh snarling and telling me that it was 'about damn time' I stood up. The bride has her back to the crowd, she readies herself, my adrenaline begins to rush, she throws the bouquet, and I begin to run (incidentally not by my own will), I reach my hand up through the crowd, and no surprise, I catch the bouquet.

"Damn it"

I groan in an exasperated manner, drop to the bouquet on the ground and head for my car. Behind me I hear random relatives talk amongst themselves.

"Who cares? He's always getting married anyways."

" Well, I have this really nice friend Susan, and I bet he'll love her!"

"YES! Jane and me are like, sex buddies, right? So Oh my god, It takes Jim MONTHS to get married."

"Oh my god, I was going to get married in a month, and then someone just has to pull some strings and get James invited."

"I heard about this celebrity, right? And she died recently, you think if I clean her up a bit, they could get together?"

Something freaks out in my mind… someone pulled strings? Who the hell in my family would "pull strings" to get me invited to a wedding? No one really cares enough to take advantage of my curse, and there really isn't much to take advantage of anyways. And so it crosses my mind: Hugh.

I'm driving home, I'm pissed off, and I can tell that Hugh is smirking just from his tone of voice.

"You pulled strings! Fucking string puller, what the hell?!"

"I just thought it was time for you to start dating again, and…you know, get married. And this time I really think I've found someone that you'll fall in love with. Hell, you may already love them; who knows?"

"Oh, really? Who?"

"I don't remember his name…but you seem to talk to him a lot, and he does find your cooking marvelous…by the way, that reminds me, I want stuffed peppers."

This bit of the conversation took me off guard.

"Wait…Back up, 'He'? I'm not gay."

"And I'm not saying you are! It's just that you seem rather infatuated with this man and..."

"No."

"What?"

"No, just no."

"But-"

"No Peppers if you don't shut up."

"Fine."

And this was the end of our conversation.

A/N: Please review. Was this any good? I feel like I could have done better, a bit too short because I started feeling like I was getting lost in the words and kind of lost control over where I was going with them… I'll try to settle my thoughts and write more soon. And once again, please review so I can tell you actually read it and didn't go on the page go "screw this" and leave. Thank you! (Oh, and yes, there is a reason he is named Hugh, mainly, I couldn't think of a better name and I like making references. And yes, Hugh Is British)