Title: The Quantity of Friends
Author: gyuumajo
Fandom: House M.D
Characters: House/Wilson friendship
Rating: FRC
Word Count: 233
Warning: If you consider 'sex' a naughty word. Late
night drabble and unbeta-ed.
Author's Note: Wilson muses. Come to think of it,
House has other people going over for poker night and Wilson only has
House. Hmm... (Thanks to blackmare for the lil pointer on the fic)
The way he saw it, House wasn't the only one who didn't have any friends. In fact, he could be listed under the same category as House. If anyone had put any thought into this strange topic, they would find that he didn't have anyone else to call a friend either (Well, Cuddy could be considered one but that would mean that House has more than one friend too). Sure, he was friendly and sociable and everyone would gladly befriend him but he just didn't see the need to associate with them like he did with House. They can always find someone else to befriend, can't they? Who would possibly befriend House if he didn't? The only interaction he'd bestowed upon the fairer sex was flirtation, lust, passion. They were flings, really. Flings that went on for a little too long and bled over into the boundary of holy matrimonies. Coupled with the promise of great and wondrous things like a big house, expensive cars, fantastic sex and all the women in the world would fall at his feet (well, three of them did already). With House, he didn't have to promise anything. He didn't have to do anything except be there for him even when the older man openly rejects his offer. Especially when the older man openly rejects his offer because that is the time when House truly needs his presence.
End.