So sorry again for the long time no update! I really should post the other stuff I have written up here as proof that I have been doing something besides lazing around :P
I know this chapter is short--painfully so :( But I just had to get it out of the way. I was thinking about just cutting it out since it really has nothing to do with the next chapter, but I kinda like it :) Hope someone out there feels the same!
Chapter 12
His memory is starting to return! Wilson smiles, then starts to remember something else….
…"You kissed me."
The smooth notes all collide with one another in a very off chord. Which means Wilson said that aloud. "What?" House finally asks, turning around.
"You kissed me?" Wilson is blushing, not wanting to ask but having to know.
"Party. Seven years ago. We were both drunk. You didn't remember the next day…why are you remembering now?" House keeps his voice calm and cautious.
"We were on this couch?" He phrases that as a question.
"Sure that wasn't some weird sex dream you had?" House turns back to the piano and picks up the tune again, playing quietly.
Wilson groans. "More like nightmare."
"I'm hurt," House pretends to pout. After a minute he stops playing and asks, "Is your memory back?"
"Mostly," he answers, nodding slowly.
"Welcome back, Jimmy."
Wilson leans his head back and stairs up at the ceiling, then looks back at his friend with narrowed eyes. "Wait, what is this about you kissing me seven years ago…?"
House smiles at his piano and continues to play.
TBC!