A/N: The song that House sings is "My Immortal"byEvanescence. Also, this takes place during the time that Wilson is staying at House's place.

Hands moved slowly in the imitation of going across the keys of a piano.

The music floated across the room, coming from the stereo nestled securely in the bookcase.

Gregory House's eyes were closed as his fingers moved across the imaginary keys.

He opened his mouth as the singer began her sorrowful tune. His voice added to the mix. A smooth baritone to compliment the singer's soprano.

I'm so tired of being here

Suppressed by all my childish fears

If you have to leave

I wish that you would just leave

'Cause your presence still lingers here

And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal

This pain is just too real

There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

Why you screamed I'd fight away all of your tears

And I held your hand through all of these years

And you still-

He felt someone's eyes gazing at him intently. Whether with annoyance or fondness House didn't know, and he frankly didn't care. Someone invaded his space, that was all he needed to know.

He ceased singing and opened his eyes, meeting the gaze of Wilson.

"I didn't know that you listened to Evanesance." The man said.

House shrugged, "I like some of their songs."

"I didn't know that you could sing." Wilson said, his tone odd to House's ears. It seemed to hold awe and disappointment laced together in a unique mixture that sounded almost child-like.

"Not something I tend to do in public." House said flatly, "People would think I was insane if I just suddenly broke into song, wouldn't they?"

A soft chuckle passed Wilson's lips.

"I can't believe that you would actually care whether people thought you were sane or not."

The younger man waited for a comment from the older one, but got none. Only the cool gaze of cerulean was his response.

"You seemed so peaceful as you were singing and yet thoroughly burdened as well…" Wilson commented softly.

"I like the song." House said vacantly.

"I can tell, this is the third time it's restarted."

Neither of the men spoke. Both listening intently to the music. House closed his eyes and Wilson could tell that he was fighting the urge to begin singing again, his soft lips parting slightly, over and over again.

"Was there a reason for your visit?" House asked, startling Wilson from his thoughts.

"I was just wondering if you were still here. It is two in the morning, you know."

"Mm." House muttered. He opened his eyes once again and glanced at the clock sitting on the desk. "Two twenty now."

"You should get some sleep, House." Wilson advised.

"And so should you." The blue eyed man returned.

Wilson's eyes studied House for a few moments. The man's body was relaxed, something that rarely occurred these days. The emotionless mask House had had on was slowly melting, being replaced by a look of yearning and need.

Wilson had never seen this side of House.

But oddly enough… it seemed right.

"Is there something wrong?" Wilson asked, walking into the office, noticing that the chorus had begun to play for what had to be the twentieth time. He stopped in front of the other man's desk, looking into those deep blue eyes that were as bright as a curious child's yet dim as a man who had seen too much pain in his life.

A sarcastic smirk crossed House's lips for a moment, "Isn't there always something wrong?"

Wilson blinked.

This was odd behaviour. Even for House.

"I'm so tired of being alone…"

It was sung in the same tune of the first line of the song. Softly and slightly alien as it mixed the original lyric.

"What?" Wilson asked.

A heavy sigh escaped House's lips.

"Never mind, Wilson. Go home. I will probably stay here tonight."

"No. I want to know what is wrong. You don't want to be alone? That doesn't sound like you, House."

A wry laugh escaped House's lips. "You really don't know me, Wilson."

Wilson felt his breath catch at the statement. He had always thought the he knew his friend fairly well. He knew his moods, his sarcastic attitude, his interests and those other little things that made House, House.

But of course, most of those things were the little things…

"If I don't understand you, why don't you tell me?"

"Why don't I show you?"

And with that, House got up from his seat, standing in front of his desk. He leaned in towards Wilson, his right hand snaking out and grabbing Wilson's necktie, pulling the man close to him. House cupped Wilson's cheek with his other hand for a moment, gazing into surprised copper eyes before placing his lips upon Wilson's, kissing him tenderly.

Wilson could feel the heat rising in his face. He had no idea what was going on or why, but he went along, answering the kiss gently, tentatively, afraid to do something wrong that would end the pleasant sensation.

House pulled away and looked at his friend. His face was red, and his lips had more color to them. His copper eyes were slightly wide, obviously questioning what had just happened.

I'm so tired of being alone.

House limped over to the stereo and lightly touched the eject button, the music stopping suddenly and being replaced by mechanical whirring and then silence.

He placed the c.d. on the top of the stereo, leaving it exposed and naked.

"It'll get damaged…" Wilson managed to say, finally finding his voice.

"It's just a copy. If it gets damaged, I can use the original to make a new one."

Wilson stared at the disc, small particles of dust were falling gracefully onto it already. Covering the surface…

"House."

Blue eyes fell upon copper.

"Yeah?"

Wilson silently went over to House. He moved forward and once again their lips connected, this time with more passion. Molding to one another's mouths, tongue's exploring, soft bites and nips.

Wilson's hands had found their way around House's back and clung to the material of his shirt. House's hands were placed on Wilson's hips, keeping him firmly in place, holding him close. Never wanting to let go.

When the need for air became too great, the two ceased kissing, but they still stood together in each other's arms.

"You don't have to be tired of being alone."

House didn't respond, but Wilson could feel the smile coming from the other man as he placed a kiss upon the younger doctor's head.