House beamed as he limped towards his office when he felt a body brush past his elbow. Suddenly a large heavy set man was standing in his way, the beam slipped off Houses face and he squinted down "Can I help you?"
" No but I can help you" the man kicked a leg out and knocked House to the floor as he walked away .Letting out a yelp House lay on his side his thigh on fire and shame spreading through his body. Glancing around he sighed with relief as he realized the hallway was empty and groaning he shifted his legs beneath him as he began the slow crawl to the wall.
" House!" He froze, the one person in the world he wouldn't want to see him like this, as a crippled old man was now rushing down the hall vicodin in hand white coat flowing and floppy hair sticking up everywhere, it was obviously recently washed and was glowing like a halo under the fluorescent lights. His guardian angel." House what happened?"
"I fell over" House said quietly, he wanted die he was embarrassed, more embarrassed even than when Wilson had walked in on him masturbating. Silently putting his hands on Houses sides adding the shiver and the heat of his body, the solidness to his memory Wilson heaved House to his feet.
Then tuning quickly he walked over and picked up Houses cane and handed it to him along with two vicodin. Pausing Wilson looked up into his friends eyes , House was ruffled and his eyes were wide and fearful and if Wilson didn't know better he had a slight pink blush to his cheeks noting this to his memory for future reference he sighed.
"Have you got a case'?" House blanched at Wilsons voice, his mind still on the feel of Wilsons soft doctors hands on his sides, his skin burning where they had slipped to his hips when he stood, he was so close House could smell the fresh shampoo mixing with Wilsons unique fresh grassy smell. He recognized the question as Wilsons suitable way of asking if he is okay.
"I suspect Cuddy has something for me" House waggled his eyebrows suggestively and turned quickly heading towards her office , a definitive I'm okay."Showering at work? Either your getting busy with a colleague or you have been thrown out of your hotel and I know which one I'm betting on" he shouted over his shoulder in a sing-song voice, secretly hoping it was the latter. Laughing Wilson shook his head and ran a hand through his fluffy hair recalling the reason for his shower.
Wilson had arrived at work early; he had a pile of paperwork and his day off tomorrow. He didn't want to spend it working so he shuffled into his office and opened the blinds on the recently risen sunshine. Turning he frowned at the pile of papers on his desk, Wilson suddenly decided he needed a coffee and rushed out of his office and towards the staff locker room where he kept his Thermos flask.
He hated hospital coffee and the coffee House was closed. In the locker room Wilson noticed that a locker near his was unlocked, obviously whoever it was had forgotten to lock it as they left. Leaning down to close it he noticed the name typed across the corner!''. Frowning then sending a furtive glance around him Wilson opened the locker. Inside hanging up was an old blazer two empty vicodin bottle one trainer and Houses old tartan scarf. Smiling Wilson remembered giving it to House that first Christmas in his flat.
He had spent the whole day with House and his wife at the time had gone to stay with family. She never came back. Glancing around he pull the soft fabric out of the locker and sat down on the bench holding it o his face. It smelt of whiskey spice and varnished wood, Houses scent. He thought about Houses face when Wilson had brought him a gift, and had asked if he could stay.
He had gone to the store and baked a cut price chicken with potatoes and roast vegetables and House had asked him why a Jew was celebrating Christmas when he returned from the store with the food and a small rotating christmas tree . Laughing as he remembered Houses face when he replied it was because christmas was a time of giving and he was going to give House a christmas if he wanted it or not.
IT was the moment House unwrapped put on the scarf that Wilson fell in love with him, he sighed as he remembered how he had worn it all day and had fallen asleep with it tied around his head like Rambo, House had grinned for a brief second when opening that first present andthat was enough to make Wilsons christmas .
Sniffing it again he was struck with the sudden thought of House, naked and tied up to the bedpost with his scarf his scent filling the room, what Wilson would do with him could do with him. He was brought suddenly out of his dream when there was a loud whirring noise. The ventilation had turned on, and he was lying on his back on the bench, the scarf wrapped around his hands and an embarrassing wet patch in his trouser. Blushing heavily he rushed to his locker and headed for the showers.
House put on his best smug smile as he burst through the glass doors of Cuddys office. A portly man in a three piece suit turned and spluttered at the sight of the disheveled diagnostician." House! This is our newest contributor Mr. Lewis, Mr. Lewis this is Gregory House the head of our diagnostician department" .
House studied the man for a second, he looked like a dwarf and had greasy black hair slicked to his scalp spread thinly over a bald spot. Looking back up at Cuddy House blinked "You have a case for me?" . Sighing Cuddy apologized to the man stating House has a few social problems but was an excellent doctor. She handed over a manila folder and showed Mr. Lewis out.
House slumped onto her leather sofa reading through the file , the case seemed interesting enough. Cuddy walked over and put her hands on her hips." House you remember the psychiatrist from yesterday?" House showed no reaction" Did you go to her office?"
House looked up smiling a little at the memory "Why Cuddy my busty dean, I was just looking out for my patient"
"You were snooping House, you knew for a fact that was Wilsons psychiatrists office! What did you do?"
"When I went there I didn't know it was his office"
"What do you mean didn't?"
House beamed "I read his file".
" House! That's a horrible thing to do, he is your best friend you shouldn't read his personal files! You better not use anything in that file against him House. OR I will fire you" House frowned at her then glancing down and back up into her eyes and smiled.
"You know what's in the folder don't you! You know what I know! HA! " he sang grinning up at her.
"House god forbid the poor man he is...is in love with you and even you can't be that heartless to use it against him. I know you care for him, he may be the only damn thing besides that piano of yours but you do care, because you wouldn't have gone through all that to get him back if you didn't"
House grinned but had to sit on his shaking hands he was finally going to admit it. "I care". Cuddy stopped her rant staring down at Houses face with wide eyes, snapping her mouth shut a smug grin spread slowly across her face.
"House do you …do you love him?"
The grin on Houses face dimmed a little then disappeared. "Your just jealous, I'm sorry but the puppies just aren't as alluring as I thought" House garbled and stood wincing at the pain in his thigh As he brushed past Cuddy she pout a manicure hand on his arm " House it's okay to admit it, just be careful okay?". House nodded and turned to walk away grinning as he left the office, now for his plan.
Wilson was working hard, filling in case notes when his beeper went off, an emergency consult from pediatrics ,sighing he rose to his feet and rushed away. When he returned many hours later he sat down glad to be off his feet gazing around his eyes half lidded with exhaustion at the paperwork, frowning he noticed a small pink envelope and pulled it out from under the papers.
It smelt vaguely familiar and Wilson sniffed thoughtfully , turning it over in hsi hands he begand ripping it open , inside was a hand written note which read
'Your favorite colour is blue, I prefer brown".
Wilson frowned what the hell was this!? A love letter? .It must be someone he knows,he was sure he recognised the handwriting and they must know him otherwise how would they know his favorite colour? Blue he smiled, the colour of the sky, the sea and Houses eyes.
He sighed this person must be rather dull if there favorite colour is brown, groaning Wilson put his head in his hands why does he always get the dull ones. House got a hottie with a crush on him; he only gets old ladies and busty young nurses that only wanted him for one night.
Tucking the note into his breast pocket he went back to work, his mind scanning through who it could possible be. Maybe the new nurse in pediatrics, or the girl from the coffee shack sighing again he realised he wouldn't think of anything else..
House giggled; glad he was alone on the balcony as he watched Wilson read his note, smiling he watched as Wilson smiled at the note , and tucked it into his breast pocket, he had a thoughtful expression on his face that just made House feel that he would let anyone else know that.
He knew Wilson wouldn't recognise his handwriting, House never wrote things down preferring to get a duckling to type orders and letters up for him or committing the notes to had to suppress a shiver when Wilson sniffed the envelope, probably recognising Houses aftershave without realising it.
Wilson looked so frustrated, he would never be able to let this go. giggling House turned back to his own office . This was going to be fun.
