-1A/N: This is my first House fic. It's House/Wilson slash. Just a short little oneshot. Um, yeah, you should know that House wanted to tell people about them and Wilson didn't. Stuff'll make more sense I think.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. No characters, no hospitals, nothing.
Catastrophie
Dr House was striding, or rather, limping, down one of the many corridors of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital one day when he spied James Wilson, fellow doctor, friend and secret lover, run up to him crying. House barely had time to register he was upset at all when he was suddenly being hugged very tightly by the head of the oncology department.
'James,' House said quietly, 'James, what's wrong? What's happened?' He instinctively wrapped his arms around the other man.
Dr Cameron, who had been walking with Dr House, along with doctors Foreman and Chase, was shocked. 'He sounded almost… caring.' She whispered to Dr Foreman.
'I didn't think it was possible.' He muttered back.
Wilson was now whispering to House, 'Moocho is dead. He's dead. He lasted less than a year.'
'Oh,' House said, realising the significance of a dead cat and caring a whole lot more, 'Hey, James.' He tried to lower his voice so no one else could hear him, but apparently that wasn't low enough. 'James, look at me.'
Wilson raised his face to House's.
'It doesn't mean anything. It doesn't mean what you're thinking it means. We still have six to go, ok? They might have more than nine lives.'
Wilson just held House tighter.
'And since when,' House continued, 'have cats been the boss of us? Well, maybe they've always been the boss of you, but I certainly don't let a cat dictate my life.'
Wilson smiled at the poor attempt at a joke. 'Thankyou.' he whispered.
'Anytime.' House smiled back at him, a real, genuine smile not many others had seen.
'Can I…?' Wilson trailed off, looking nervous.
House just nodded and Wilson slowly brought his head up to kiss his lover.
Needless to say, the rest of the hallway was shocked.
'But what was the cat thing with the "six more left" all about?' Cameron asked.
'No idea,' Chase said, 'Ask House.'
'I will.'
House and Wilson eventually let go of each other and Wilson was starting to walk away towards his office when a shout stopped him.
'Pet shop tonight?' It was House.
Wilson just nodded and kept walking.
House
watched him until he turned the corner.
'So,' Cameron said,
coming up beside House as they started walking again, 'Why are you
going to the pet shop tonight?'
'Buy a cat.' was House's reply.
'Why?'
'Brighten up our apartment.'
'Wait. "Our apartment?" You live together?' Chase interrupted, just as Cameron was about to say something.
'God, Chase, you're slow.' House said sarcastically.
'Why are you buying a cat?'
'Old one died. See, Wilson and I had this… I dunno, pact? Deal? Superstition? Anyway, we decided we'd by eight cats, one after the other, and they would outlive our relationship. When they all died, we'd break up. So far it's two down, six to go. And it's only been six months.'
He walked in to his office and shut the door, leaving his three employees standing out in the hallway.
'Six months?' said Cameron, 'how did I miss this?'
A/N: Hope you enjoyed. Please review. Loves.
