Yeah…still don't own them. But I'm working on it. –evil grin-

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Closet Case
Chapter 4
Why Wilson's in love with His Sarcastic Ass of a Friend.

Wilson stared with his head in his hands, not daring to look up as House continued to stare blankly at the door.

"So your date sucked because you kept thinking how you'd rather it be me with you than your date with you." There was a pause as House thought this over. "Now when you say you'd rather me be there, do you mean to just be there as the bundle of fun ass of a friend, or as your date?"

Wilson flinched at the question into his hands. He was really hoping to just drop the subject, but he knew House would never do that—not now. Wilson's reply came a few seconds later. It was only one word that came out with a low forfeiting tone.

"Date."

An awkward silence grew between the two until House broke it.

"Well this is suddenly ironic."

Wilson looked up at House in confusion.

"Well we are in a closet." House said with a sly grin.

Wilson's eyes widened before he pressed a palm to his forehead.

"You're an ass House."

"But that's a major characteristic of mine—so you must like the fact I'm an ass."

"Just shut the hell up House."

"Hey you were the one who wanted me out on your date," House retorted defensively.

Wilson sighed, his head back in his hands while House let the silence grow, picking through his mind to find the best plan of attack. It took him a few minutes before he was satisfied enough in his head to start his attack on (the very emotional) Fort Wilson.

"How long?"

Wilson lifted his head slowly. "Midway though my second wife."

"So why was there a third Ex. Mrs. Wilson?"

"Denial."

"You know I've been to Egypt. After a few years da Nile isn't all that fun."

Wilson gave House a look.

"What? You're the one who fell for your sarcastic ass of a friend."

Wilson sighed slowly and House watched as his shoulders rose and fell. Time for the second attack. "Well if I annoy you so much, why do you like me?"

Wilson was quiet for a while as he planned out his answer, but House wasn't about to sit and wait.

"I know I'm dead sexy but—" but House stopped as he saw a smile start to form on Wilson's lips. Now it was House's turn to smile slyly.

"You think I'm hot."

Wilson's suddenly red face told House he was right, but he would much rather make his friend suffer and say it himself.

"I…well…I mean you are—but that's not the only reason!"

House grinned as he watched Wilson stumble over his words.

"It's not?"

"No, of course not. Yeah, you're an ass but," Wilson sighed as he calmed down from House's blush worthy comments, "I feel good around you. Everyone likes to see me as some damn perfect doctor that can't do anything wrong. But you—you know I'm just as weak and corrupted as the next person, maybe not at your level but still. And you make me actually have fun. It may cost me an extra five dollars a day, and half my own lunch—oh and the more that occasional rant from Cuddy—but," Wilson looked up at House, making eye contact for the first time since they had entered the small room, "It's worth it. You're worth it."

Wilson held House's eyes with his own, hoping House's dark pupils would turn towards him. But House's eyes stayed firmly far away from looking at Wilson's.

Wilson felt a wrenching feeling of rejection in his chest. He had just ruined the best thing he ever had—his screwed up friendship with House.

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Oh Jimmy Jimmy Jimmy…silly doctor. Hee I hope to update soon! Don't worry the next chapter gets better!