Inside the warm depth of emotion, there is a single soul that lives without any. It would seem as though it were a heart of ice. Little does the soul know, it holds more emotion than any other…
Love. Carefree, undying Love.
House limped into his office, having nothing to do but avoid clinic duty. But then, Cuddy had excused him from that, too. All his 'kids' were busy with their own boring, stupid work. Stacy had left the hospital, to spend more 'quality time' with her husband. Cuddy threatened to give him two months of Clinic hours if he bugged her again. Wilson was busy telling cancer patients they were dying…
Wilson…House sighed deeply, popping the lid off his Vicodin. A terribly strong pain-killer…but it wasn't enough to quell the pain in his heart. Knowing his only love could never, would never love him back was enough for him to swallow two of the large white pills. He grabbed his cane, spinning it idly, searching his mind for something puzzling, or at least entertaining. He opened his eyes to see Wilson, leaning gently against the door, smiling at him. "I thought you were sleeping." House smiled faintly, "Aren't you busy consoling poor, dying children?" Wilson rolled his eyes. Walking over the chair in front of House's desk, he sat down slowly. "No unsolved cases? No dead walking the earth?" The cane stopped spinning and rested on the ground. "No." Slowly, the tapping began, annoying as hell, but at least it was something to do.
Wilson watched House rapping his cane on the floor, attempting to kill the boredom that had obviously doused his enthusiasm. He watched as the older man's saphire blue eyes slipped into thought, not seeing whatever he was staring at. He could feel his temperature rising, he tried thinking of something else…Maybe it would rain soon. It certaintly would be well received, having not rained in weeks…House would look so incredibly good in the rain…drenched, his clothes clinging to his body…Wilson shook his head, feeling his face flush. Trying again, maybe he'd ask that new nurse out, whats her name, Nurse Freida…She has the same eyes as Greg…not as deep though, with Greg's you feel as though you're swimming in them…"Dammit!" House looked at Wilson, obviously startled out of his trance. "What?" Wilson looked sheepishly at the floor, then at House. "Are you busy?" ArgH! What kind of stupid question is that? Clearly not. House smirked, "Terribly, why? You know I can't take off in the middle of the day to have sex with you." Wilson closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "That wasn't what I had in mind. How about dinner?" House swallowed his surprise as quickly as it came up, "When?" "now."
"Okay"
Wilson couldn't help but smile at the older doctor, standing and nodding. "Let's go"
House stood and smiled back at his friend, "We're taking my bike…" He tried shaking the image of Wilson, his arms wrapped tight around his waist, his fluffy brown hair blowing in the wind. He grabbed his cane and hit the light, wanting to get as far away from Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital as soon as possible.