Title: Closest Thing to Crazy (1/?)
Author: Diddlekat
Pairings/Characters: House/Wilson Friendship
Word Count: 618
Summary: House's inability to keep his mouth shut has repercussions for them both.
A/N: This is my second story, posted thanks to encouragement from Brighid45 and others after reading my first story. This one is set during season six when House and Wilson were still living in the condo together. I do not own anything.

He looked up from his drink at the sudden noise. Without turning around Wilson knew that House was the source of the commotion, he had known him too long and been in too many bars with him to not automatically reach that conclusion. With a long suffering sigh he paid the tab, got up from his stool at the bar and walked towards his friend who was currently surrounded by three other guys with whom he was engaging in a loud and lively debate.
"House, what's going on?" he went for casual. He and House both had the edge on height over the others but Wilson was under no illusion that if things changed from verbal to physical then they were in trouble.
"Ah Wilson, my good man, I was just having a chat with these three gentlemen." Only House, with his extreme lack of sense of self-preservation, would consider making the word 'gentlemen' sound like something he had found on the bottom of his shoe. If House was already resorting to verbal insults then Wilson knew he had to get them both out of there fast.
"Ok, I think it's time we left." He made to step forward with the aim of taking his friend's arm and gently guiding him out of the door and into the safety of the night. He immediately found himself blocked off by the man stood nearest to him.
"Fucking queers." Ah right. This was not good. It's OK when nice lady neighbours and casual observers at work believed that he and House were doing the horizontal tango but when angry, intimidating men looking for trouble decided to jump to this conclusion then it was a whole different and dangerous ball game.
"You see Wilson," House carried on casually as if they were in the queue for lunch in the cafeteria, "Me and my new friends here were just discussing the finer points of non-heterosexual relations and between you and me I totally think they're up for a bit of hide the sausage back at our place." he finished this with an exaggerated wink to the one currently standing in front of Wilson.
"Not helping House." Wilson supplied.
"What did you say?" the situation was quickly getting more out of hand than usual. Wilson again tried to step forward and again found his path blocked. Now House had two angry men advancing towards him.
"I said that you and your two companions here were up for some fun, with the emphasis on the up"
"House!" Wilson hissed. Too late. One of them grabbed hold of House around his throat and pushed him back against the wall causing him to drop his cane. Wilson quickly found himself knocked to the ground and lay there for a second, winded. He couldn't see House from his prostrate position and he couldn't hear him either so either he had wisely decided to shut up or the decision was being made for him by his attackers. He did hear one of the other patrons calling 911, wisely not wanting to get involved in what was going on but Wilson's sense of duty to his friend propelled him upwards and back into the melee. Within seconds he found himself back on the floor, this time with blood on his face and his head soon as he got his bearings he saw House, also on the floor. He was slumped over with his eyes closed and blood running from a cut lip. The next thing Wilson was aware of was two boots blocking his field of vision.
"Fucking queers everywhere, no one will notice a couple less." Wilson felt the blow to his skull and then nothing else.