Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in this story. No one. Just the idea is mine.
A/N: I wrote this in response to all the awkward House/Wilson I read all the time. I just decided that there had to be another way to do that. IF YOU WANT TO READ MORE OF THIS STORY: review this portion. I had to make this just a touch less easy-going but don't worry, it won't get weird and awkward.
It had been three days since the night of their debate. Wilson didn't let House know he'd heard his retort about the love comment. When he'd gotten back from getting new
beer, they'd picked up on something else. But House could tell Wilson had heard, he certainly was not acting as if he'd won the debate. There was none of the arrogant gloat that
would have lingered if he'd thought he'd won. In fact, nothing had changed. Nothing was even an iota different. "That's not true," thought House, as he waited on Cameron to bring
his coffee "James has been particularly attentive to everything I say lately." Cameron was in the other room, still waiting on the maker to finish, so House decided to call his friend
up, and see what the morning was bringing him.
In the next door office, Wilson was thinking that nothing had changed during those last three days since the "talk" at House's place. Nothing was even remotely out of place.
"That's not entirely true," he thought to himself as the phone on his desk began to ring "House has been marginally nicer to me since then. At least as "nicer" as he knows how to be."
The doctor walked over to his desk to pick up the receiver and before he could get the words "Dr. James Wilson" out of his mouth, a familiar voice on the other end said, "So does
your assertion that we don't love each other, mean you don't love me? Or was it that there could possibly be a one-sided love, just no mutual reciprocation?" Wilson took the phone
down from his ear, stared at it a second, and then spoke back into the mouthpiece. "Good morning House, I take it you mean from our conversation the other night?"
"No, I can read your mind Jimmy, now tell me." House was in his office peering anxiously into the conference room. Cameron still had her back to him, but there was no
guarantee how long that would last. "Do you, or do you not love me?" House was getting impatient with the other doctor, despite the fact that the phone conversation had not
stretched beyond a minute yet. "House, that is kind of an awkward question. You're my best friend, there's a kind of attachment and affection that forms in that bond. I think of you
as my annoying, older brother, there's got to be some love there. But if you mean romantic love, House, that's not a question you should be asking someone on the phone at work."
"But you're not denying it are you? Or ARE you? Well whatever. You are my bes- my only friend Wilson. And if nothing else, I love you like the little bundle of joy dropped off on
the doorstep when baby Greggy was 6 years old and took his mommy and daddy's love away from him. I want to kill you sometimes, but you're like blood." Wilson took the time
when House had to come up for air, to jump in.
"So what does this have to do with anything House? Are you just trying to make my morning exciting or something?" "No sir, I was just proving one final point. You love me, I
love you. We're now an item. It was your last qualification. Here comes Cameron, I have to go. Good bye... sweetie." House hung up the phone just before Cameron reached the
door. Wilson, on the other end, held the disconnected phone to his ear still, and said into the dial tone "Its not that simple. Is it?" He slammed the phone down, "Damn it House, you
had better not tell anyone about your little declaration before we have lunch. Damn it."