Note: Wow you guys and gals are awesome with the reviews! I think many of you were right; it would be hard to keep this strictly friendship. So here we go with slash, but lease be gentle this is my first slash story and first story of Wilson and house no less. (Never thought I'd be writing this type of pairing hahah) Enjoy and please review. The reviews are obviously keeping me going with this story and any ideas are appreciated.

Part 3

Finally after he had gotten rid of House, Wilson told Mrs. Pengrove the sad news as gently as possible. Surprisingly she had taken it well, no denial or tears only a vague nod with, "I expected as much. Do not worry about this old bird, Dr. Wilson I have faced worst than this. Now, here is my number and if you and your boyfriend ever want to come over for supper, just call ahead of time."

"He's not my-" Wilson began, but sighed and took the offered number. Smiling warmly, he added, "If you need anything at all, advice or an ear to listen, I am here."

She patted his hand as she got to her feet. "You are so much like my son. Bye Dr. Wilson, see you in a few weeks."

So after the appointment, Wilson left his office, heading for the cafeteria hoping to sneak something to eat without being seen by House. He'd be teased mercilessly or House would steal his food. After awhile it got annoying. He'd be better off making his own meals and sneaking them in his office.

Cuddy was down the hall, making her way towards him, when out of the corner of his eyes he saw House making a fast approach towards her. The sound of his cane thumping on the ground signified impending doom. James did what any guy could do in this situation, he groaned and prepared to flee until House yelled the awful words and jabbed his cane in his direction, "Mommy, he kissed me!"

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Everyone froze. The furious arch of Cuddy's brows should have been warning enough for House to remain silent. Looking over at James who was rapidly approaching, floundering with an explanation was hilarious. Something egged House on to speak and continue to address Cuddy.

"Jimmy kissed me! Can't I file sexual harassment charges or something, please, please?"

Cuddy placed her hands on her hips and sighed. "I don't know why I am asking this, but is that true Wilson, did you kiss House?"

"Well-yes, but not-not-"

Her mouth fell open and she stared incredulously at the two men. Putting up her hand, she stopped Wilson's stuttering. "I don't want to know. There is already enough talk about you two getting it on in the clinic."

"Hey!" House yelled at her retreating figure, "That was only once! You can't stop James and my love, Cuddles!"

With a self-satisfied smirk he looked back at Wilson. Wilson's face was red with embarrassment and he opened his mouth to say something, but it closed then opened again. House thought he looked like a fish and oddly endearing. Perhaps that didn't make sense and House frowned at the thought of Wilson looking endearing. Next he'd be thinking Wilson was sexy. Then again, James had a nice ass. Wilson finally opened his mouth to speak.

"Forget it, I'm getting as far away from you as possible. I mean it, House, don't follow me."

House did have the grace to feel bad. Heck, Wilson looked pathetic and utterly defeated with the stoop of his shoulder and his head bowed as he made his way to the elevator. But House couldn't let Wilson go. He'd never admit it, but he wanted to appease James slightly. So he quickly began to follow after Wilson, as fast as his damaged leg allowed him. Wilson looked over his shoulder and saw him approaching so he dashed into the elevator and tried to close it.

However House prided himself on his quickness. He jammed his cane in the doors before they closed and easily stepped in beside Wilson. The doors closed and both men were silent until House looked over at him and quietly spoke:

"You know, you shouldn't try to escape in an elevator. I always catch you here and worst off we could get stuck."

Wilson rubbed his hand over his face and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Heaven forbid. I don't want to get stuck with you any more than I have to. Go terrorize small children or something."

"Seriously?"

"Yes House!" Wilson yelled, clenching his hands. "You make my life a living hell. Isn't it enough that Bonnie left me? But no, no not for Gregory House who has to announce I kissed him to the entire hospital. Whether you know it or not, I had a good reputation in the hospital until you ruined it."

"But you did kiss me," House insisted in a surprisingly serious voice. He looked down at his tennis shoes then gave Wilson a sidelong glace. "Why?"

Before Wilson could reply, the elevator made a lurch. Both men early fell, and then there was a flickering of lights. Then darkness. Wilson groaned and House wondered if he was okay. Feeling his way in the darkness he mumbled a curse and collided into a warm body, both fell against the wall, House pinning Wilson with his weight. Yet they didn't move and he felt the younger man's breath on his face.

"It looks like we're stuck," House muttered, still not moving away. It's as if he lost all will power to do so.

"Yeah," Wilson agreed.

Then House did something he thought he'd never do. He closed the remaining distance and kissed Wilson. The man was too shocked to respond for a moment and House nearly pulled away until James' hands moved to his sides and he deepened the kiss. House hadn't realized how soft Wilson's lips were, probably the Chap Stick he used. Pulling away with ragged breathing, House stared down at James, trying to see his face in the darkness.

"Does that mean I can file sexual harassment charges against you?" Wilson asked amusement laced in his voice.

House smiled as he moved away. Glad for the darkness, for Wilson would gloat at seeing his smile. This felt a little awkward, but right. He wondered what was the matter with him and wished he had his vicodin handy in the light. There was no way he was going to risk his little white babies. What if he dropped one?

"No," House gruffly replied. "Cuddy wouldn't believe you. After all you're the one with pretty hair and you always put your hands on your hips when annoyed."

"I do not!"

A smirk crossed House's lips. "Yeah, you're doing it right now."

Wilson sighed. "Before we're rescued, I have to know why you kissed me. Is this some game to you… or more?"

His mind raced with thoughts. What could he say? For once he was speechless and uncertain. Hell, James had been his friend for years. He didn't want to ruin it and push it to the breaking point. Yet maybe there was something between them. Why had he kissed James? He had felt like it and had wanted to. Wasn't that enough?

He shrugged. "I don't know. I wanted to… Now why did you kiss me?"

"I was drunk."

"Huh huh," House snickered. "You had no desire to kiss me. I know my neediness turns you on and you wanted a taste to see what all the chicks talk about. They dig the stubble you know."

Wilson moved around in the darkness. He was pacing until he stopped and sighed. "So, now where does this leave us, Greg? Do we pretend this never happened?"

Before House could reply, the elevator doors were opened. Blinking against the harsh light, the two men were greeted with the sight of an outraged Cuddy and repairmen. House even saw his ducklings: Cameron looked ready to cry; Foreman's face was grave and Chase not in the least surprised.

"What did you boys thing you were doing?" Cuddy furiously demanded.

"Jimmy likes it dangerous," House snarked, limping out. "We were having frisky elevator sex. Boy, he's a screamer."

This time Wilson didn't bat an eye or blush. He merely smiled weakly at Cuddy and offered an apology. Then he turned towards House and House awkwardly let his eyes rove away before they met the brown, knowing eyes again.

"By the way, I wasn't that drunk," Wilson admitted with a smirk. "Everyone lies." Then he began to walk off, leaving House staring at him with an open mouth expression. Finally he could speak again.

"Wilson!"

Wilson turned back with an expectant expression.

"My place tonight, and don't forget the Chinese."

TBC