A/N- Oh wow...thank you all so much for all of your support! I can't even tell you how much it means to me. You are all so great!!!
*The ending scene was so much fun to write!! I love my..."imagination" xD Thanks again MTF for being so awesome (and for inspiring that last scene xD)!!
In the twenty some-odd years that the two had been friends, House had never been so baffled by his friend's actions. As guys went, Wilson was the most predictable person House had ever met. But the thing about that one particular man was that although he was predictable, the times when he wasn't ended up making him more interesting. And House was definitely someone who loved picking apart the mystery behind the sudden change of character. Everyone would agree with that: It was a joy for him. Unfortunately, when the answer was hard to come up with, as this one was, he tended to become obsessed with finding it.
He knew, without even thinking about it, that he would end up losing sleep over this. It had only been an hour, and already he was pacing back and forth in his office. He wondered what in the hell Wilson was thinking--kissing him like that. Like he was okay with being in love with a guy....like he was....really in love with him....
House stopped walking, suddenly very much aware of the throbbing in his leg. He hadn't noticed it before, perhaps because his mind was on someone who usually took his attention away from reality, but damn was it pounding. He shook his head. "Why does this not bother me...?"
"Why does what not bother you, House?" asked a concerned female.
"Wilson," he answered without thinking about what the woman would say if she knew. "He umm......"
"Woke up?" the woman asked, giggling a little. "Were you hoping it wouldn't happen?" she teased.
"He...." House's eyes widened suddenly, as if somewhere within the depths of his heart he realized this was no dream. It had really happened... "He.....kissed me....."
House turned to Cuddy, but he couldn't really see her. The room became fuzzy as the colors around him began to flow together. His best friend's beautiful brown eyes and warm smile filled his head as the last word he had said swam around in his mind.
"Boyfriend?" House breathed as he fell to the ground, losing consciousness long before Cuddy was able to catch him.
After Cuddy made sure House was alright on his couch, she made a beeline toward Wilson's room. She had to know if she had heard House correctly.
"Oh, hello Cuddy," he said cheerfully when she walked in. He sat up slowly and smiled in her direction. "How's Tucker?"
"He's fine." She walked over to his bed and pretended to check his readings as she thought of a way to ask him the question that was burning in her mind. "Was...House here earlier?"
"Is he hiding from you again?" Wilson shook his head, chuckling as he normally did. "Yes, he was here. Only for a few minutes though. He rushed out of here soon after I woke up."
"Why?" she asked nonchalantly.
"Not really sure...I was thanking him for staying by my side until I woke from the anesthesia and then he just....left." He tilted his head to the side. "Why? What did he do?"
"He......fainted. I was just curious as to if he seemed....okay when he was with you."
Wilson blinked, a confused look etching his features. Then he burst into laughter. "He fainted?Wow, I didn't know I had that kind of effect on him."
Cuddy turned and looked at him, her eyes clearly screaming that she could not believe her ears. She just stood there and waited, knowing that he wasn't done explaining himself.
He understood the look she was giving, and frankly he was getting sick of seeing it. Why was it so unbelievable that he would want to kiss his own boyfriend? Really?
"Yes, I know what you're thinking. I kissed him. Why is that such a damn surprise?" His smile disappeared, replaced with a frown that would upset anyone.
"Perhaps because you two aren't dating, nor have you expressed interest in one another that would suggest otherwise," she answered simply, not realizing how sarcastic she sounded.
Wilson's face lost its color as reality sank in. "We....we aren't together?" His voice was full of sadness. "But....don't we live together?"
"Yes."
"Haven't we been best friends for almost twenty years?"
"Yes."
"So then why the hell aren't we together?" Tears filled his eyes as he looked down at his hands. "All those years of secretly loving him and being there for him whenever he needed me...I just, I thought that by now....."
"How....how long have you felt this way about him?" Cuddy sat beside him, holding his hand gently, trying her best to comfort her visibly hurt friend.
"Long before Jill......" He sat there silently for a moment, sighed, and laid down. "I'm...a little tired....."
"I'll let you sleep," she said, taking the hint. She stood up and walked to the door. "I wouldn't give up on him just yet," she said with a smile. "Give him some time, he might come around." With that, she turned the corner and walked away.
Wilson rolled onto his back and stared up at the white ceiling. Suddenly, a dangerous smile played at his lips. "If you don't love me yet, you will soon enough. Mark my words, Gregory House. You will..."
The next evening, House decided that he couldn't avoid his friend any longer. After all, he loved him and didn't want to lose him. He had said he'd be alone without him, right?
He limped over to his best friend's room and was surprised to see he was awake when he walked in. The man smiled at him when he walked in.
"I was wondering when you'd come again," he said.
"I've been...busy. Sorry." He sat in a chair beside the bed and leaned his cane on the arm. "How are you feeling?"
"Better. Still tired, but...that's normal. What about you?" Wilson swung his legs over the side of the bed and smiled wider.
"My leg is giving me hell....." he said quietly. "And I can't sleep again..."
Wilson smiled mysteriously and leaned over on his pillows, using his elbow to prop himself up. "Have you been pacing a lot since yesterday?"
"Yeah, but what-"
"That could be why. You have something on your mind? Something...big?" His smile grew.
"Umm..." House blinked. He couldn't believe he had gotten himself in this situation. What's worse is that his heart was racing...and he couldn't come up with a witty remark, which was so not like him. Usually he had something sarcastic to say to anyone who made any type of comment, but at this moment he couldn't think of one. His mind was fuzzy. "Kind of..."
"Ah ha...maybe that's why you can't sleep. Maybe if you get some closure on whatever's taken your attention, you might feel better."
Was it just him, or was Wilson not only flirting with him, but laying quite suggestively? What was up with that?
"M-Maybe..."
"Dinner time, Dr. Wilson." A friendly-looking nurse walked in and handed him a tray. "Mozzarella sticks and carrots tonight. I don't know who comes up with these combos...." She giggled as she walked out.
"Wow...that's something special, alright," House chuckled.
Wilson took the lid off and grinned at them. Saying that House was confused over his joy for breaded cheese was like saying Mt. Everest was big.
"Umm...?"
Without saying a word, Wilson picked one of them up and took a bite off of it. The stringy cheese made a long strechy line as he pulled the rest of it away. Once the cheese had finally snapped, he rolled the line of cheese around his tongue slowly...tauntingly....
House stood up suddenly and looked away. "I uhh....I-I have th-things I have to umm...." His palms were sweaty and he couldn't grab his cane. "Damn it...."
Wilson grinned. "Something wrong?" he asked, watching his best friend fumble with the cane.
"N-No....."
"These are really good, House. Why don't you try one?"
"I umm..." He turned to Wilson and saw him holding one out for him. "O-Okay..." He took it from him and bit into it. The cheese wouldn't break for him, though, and he tried pulling it to try to snap it like Wilson had done. He ended up looking more like a child as he fumbled with it.
"Here, let me help." He stood up and took the end of the cheese. Instead of breaking it, he put it into his mouth. Slowly, very slowly, the line of cheese shortened.
House knew what was coming. He knew he should let it go and high-tail it out of there. But...he wasn't sure he wanted to.
When their lips finally met, House's mind went blank. He couldn't move, couldn't think....it was just the two of them. And cheese....
And in that moment, that's all he wanted there to be.
A/N- Hahaha :) Sorry, I just loved that. LOL anyway, please don't forget to review~ Let me know what you think!!! Next time: Wilson and House discuss their living arrangements....or lack there-of.