Lovers of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital

Wilson smiled hugely as he thought of House's impending reaction to the news of his and Cuddy's engagement. He knew that the other man would be astounded as well as annoyed that his best friend, James Wilson was getting married yet again and to the Dean of the Hospital, who just happened to be House's arch enemy, no less. He whistled as he strode into the entrance to the hospital, knowing a hugely amusing day awaited him. He took the elevator up to his floor and checked his watch. It was 8 a.m. and House had no case. The diagnostician was sure to be asleep until at least 10 a.m. and would perhaps arrive at 10:30ish looking disheveled and annoyed with the world for being so bland when he wanted a puzzle to figure out. Wilson smirked…he would give House a puzzle alright.

As Wilson predicted, the grumpy doctor arrived at nearly 11 a.m. and was in true snarky form. Wilson watched from the balcony as his unrequited love wandered around his office aimlessly for a few minutes before having one of his fellows get him a cup of coffee and settling behind his desk to await the coffee and a prospective case. Taub presented a steaming cup and House took a long drink, scrolling through his email.

Wilson tried to be patient, but by lunch time House still hadn't shown up at his in the office of the Head of Oncology. He poked his head out onto the balcony to see if House was in his office and was surprised to find him still scrolling through emails. Wilson quirked an eyebrow, wondering what was so important that House hadn't carried himself down to the lunch room or into the staff break room to plunder through the lunches of the nurses and doctors on call.

By 2 p.m. Wilson was losing patience and decided to take matters into his own hands. He walked down the hall, trying to seem causal, and opened the door to House's office. House looked up for a moment, and then went back to reading his emails. "Good afternoon to you too," Wilson said sarcastically. House didn't reply. "I came by to talk to you about something important," he tried again. House grunted in reply and Wilson decided to continue talking in hopes of stirring something up inside of House and eliciting some response. "I have good news: last night I got engaged. I'm going to be married again…to Cuddy." When House didn't respond Wilson started to get pissed. "Aren't you going to congratulate me?"

"Why should I congratulate an idiot? I already know about your betrothal." he replied, not taking his eyes off of the computer screen. Wilson was outraged.

"I thought you would be happy for me! She loves me, apparently and you aren't even concerned about our union?" Wilson demanded.

"I'm concerned about your mental health, but you're seeing a therapist…she should help you out with that one…"

"House! What is wrong with you?"

"Don't ask what's wrong with me," House yelled, finally rousing from his blank stares at a computer screen. "You're the one who's ready to tie the knot again…the fourth time! And to Cuddy for Christ's sake! Are you just proposing to anyone who looks your way now?"

"Fuck you, House," Wilson said, standing. "I don't need this abuse. I wanted you to share in my happiness, but you didn't want that and now that I have someone who does you have to bash them. Well go ahead. I don't really care anymore." Wilson stormed out of the room without waiting for a reply, more infuriated than ever with the man he thought he had fell in love with. He was coming to think that maybe he was wrong for ever thinking there was a remote chance to even be near House.

For the next three weeks House and Wilson didn't speak. When they saw each other around the hospital Wilson would turn away quickly, determined not to look at his former best friend's face. He spent his nights with Cuddy, eating out or trying to get her pregnant, oddly enough he didn't find either of those activities remotely satisfying. He hated House for making him feel this way.

Cuddy flounced around the hospital, showing off her diamond to anyone who cared to look and gushing about finally catching the eye of the best oncologist in Jersey. Wilson found it unsettling, but resigned to his fate. He would once again marry a woman because he couldn't manage to engage the interest of Greg House, only this time he would go through the experience alone.

House was in a terrible mood from the moment Taub had informed him of the upcoming wedding of Wilson and Cuddy. He couldn't believe that Wilson was so desperate that he had opted to wed the Dean of Medicine. It was only a fucking date, he rationalized. It wasn't like he had turned down Wilson's hopes of ever finding love. But after the first week he began to regret his decision. Perhaps he had really hurt his best friend, he realized as he thought about the last words Wilson had said to him.

He hated the way Cuddy paraded around happily displaying the proof of Wilson's affections. He hated that he wasn't talking to Wilson and how Wilson ignored him when they passed. He hated himself for hurting the only person who had ever really cared for him and who had put up with so much of his shit over the years. With lots of alcohol in his system and more than enough Vicodin to numb the pain in his leg he decided that he would try to talk to Wilson one last time before the hastily arranged union.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, House?" Wilson asked as he was roughly dragged into the janitor's closet.

"Shut up," House demanded, putting all of his weight into pinning the other man to the wall as he reached behind him to lock the door. His leg was already throbbing, but he didn't care. He had to do what he had come to do and pain or anything else was not going to stand in his way. He roughly pressed his lips to Wilson's, tongue escaping almost immediately to rub over the place where the other doctor's lips met. Wilson was taken aback and opened his mouth in a gasp. House took the shock as an opportunity to stick his tongue into Wilson's mouth and explore.

After a moment Wilson relaxed into the kiss, letting his hands wrap around House's neck. House dropped his hands from Wilson's shoulders to his hips and he tried to shift his weight so that no weight was on his leg. Wilson took the hint, however and pressed House back until his back hit the other wall. House slumped against the wall, sinking down until his ass rested on an overturned bucket. Wilson crouched between his legs and let his hands roam over House's thighs, careful of the right, as his lips found House's once more.

Twenty minutes later, when both felt intense urges pulling them toward the other, House stopped Wilson. "What are you doing?" he asked his voice shaky.

"We can't. Not until we get a few things out of the way." Wilson sighed and stood up, helping House to his feet as well. The older man pulled out a bottle of Vicodin and threw a few back in an attempt at easing the pain he felt. Wilson handed him the cane that had been discarded before House grabbed him and dragged him into the small space.

"What exactly do we have to get out of the way? Pants can be removed fairly easily," he said, his breathing still heavy from the feelings insistent to rear their heads.

"Cuddy. You're not marrying her if you really want this." House looked away, then back at Wilson. "Do you really want this?" he asked, hesitatingly.

"God yes! I've been waiting on it for years!"

"Then ditch the broad."

"How can I do that?"

"You're a smart man, you'll think of something," House said with a smirk as he opened the door. Wilson watched him walk away in the direction of his office and sighed. House was definitely not predictable. He smiled for a moment, having a hard time believing that what had happened was reality and not a fantasy gone too far, then he remembered that he would have to hurt Cuddy's feelings to get House.

He shrugged, he had done worse for the love of House. He left the closet and several pairs of eyes followed him. The nurses would have some new gossip material no doubt, and by the time he thought of a way to break it to Cuddy, she would most likely already know. He sighed and headed for his own office to think.