Warnings: There is a touch of slash towards the end of this chapter. Before you flee in panic (hehe), the rest of the chapters I have written so far are no more slashy than the first 3 (not for lack of trying!)

Other stuff: See first chapter :)

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Oh, and enjoy!

Chapter 4

"Maybe getting you a kitten wasn't such a good idea after all."

"What? I'm too chipper for you?"

"Yes. It's scary."

The two are sitting in House's office. The ducklings have been split off to different areas of the hospital, running tests on their newest patient.

"Got to keep you on your toes. Toes…" he muses, getting lost in his own thoughts for a brief moment. "Toes…time to page the ducklings." And he was gone.

On Saturday, Wilson comes over to spend a little time with House and Wilson on their day off. He opens the door, not sure why he decides not to knock. He closes the door as quietly as he had opened it and pauses. A moment later, he hears jingling.

Wilson, jingly ball in mouth, gallops across the living room. Seeing the familiar human, he stops. Not dropping the ball, he makes a squeaky sound, a 'hello,' and sits down, waiting.

"Where's House?" the human whispers, crouching down to pet the kitten.

He drops the ball and heads towards the kitchen.

Wilson picks up the ball and silently follows. He finds House reading the newspaper at the table. With slow movements, he holds the ball out by his friend's ear and shakes it.

House jumps, nearly splitting the paper in two. "Wilson!" he begins to yell at the cat, then "Wilson?" when he notices his friend.

Wilson sits down at the table and stares at the cat dishes in front of himself. "I thought you were more sanitary-conscious than this."

House frowns, still angry about the fright, and folds his paper. His eyes soften when he notices how tired his friend looks. "Happy to have Julie gone for the weekend?"

Wilson nods to the table, or precisely a kibble of cat food on said table.

"Hungry?"

"Not for cat food."

"We have 3 different flavors! Call out for pizza?"

Wilson doesn't feel like eating; he just wants to be with his friend and relax, but he agrees to pizza. "Anything but anchovies."

They eat the pizza in silence. The kitten crawls into Wilson's lap and mews for an ear scratch.

House watches both his Wilsons. The silence was starting to get uncomfortable.

Wilson feels it too. Just when he is about to scream and break the silence, House stands and limps towards the piano. He wipes his hands on his pants, cracks his knuckles and begins to play. Wilson turns and lays down on the couch. He loves to hear his friend play, but would feel extremely silly if he requested the older man play a tune for him. So this is a rare occasion. He closes his eyes and lets the music wash over him. He is so absorbed in the music that he doesn't even notice when it stops…

…He does, however, notice a presence on the couch, the dipping and shifting of another body. He opens his eyes and sees House leaning over him, a smug smile on his face. Wilson frowns, confused, not sure if he should like that look he is being given or be terrified of it. Well, a part of him is liking it, he registers with alarm. House leans nearer, the closeness silencing Wilson before he can speak. A soft pair of lips are pressed down against his own and he closes his eyes, shuddering at the pleasure he is feeling.

House leans up, planting a kiss on his forehead, then nips the end of his nose. Hard.

Wilson's eyes shoot open and he blinks at the fur ball sitting on his stomach. "Wilson?" he questions the cat, disbelief in his voice.

House chooses that moment to enter the room from the kitchen, a steaming mug of black coffee in his hand. "Did Wilson wake you up, Wilson?" He smirks as he takes a sip of the coffee.

Wilson—the person, not the cat—swallows and scoots into an upright position, dislodging Wilson—the cat, not the person—and dumping him onto the floor, where he huffs indignantly and marches off in search of his own lunch.

"Having a good dream?"

"What?" he tries to keep the panic and a stab of guilt from his voice.

"Must have been a Hell of a girl to make you moan like that."

TBC

(A/N: That last scene was one of the first I wrote for this story!)