A/N: I lifted the challenge from lj and have put it to my own nefarious purposes. Anyhoo. It's 100 words on each stage of a relationship- attraction, romance, passion, intimacy, and commitment. House/Wilson slash, but it's just kind of vaguely suggestive. You can't get to anything really good in just a hundred words. I don't own House.

Attraction:

He catches House giving him a look. Not the usual snark, or amusement or even reflection. A look that makes his stomach tighten though he doesn't know why. He flushes hotly and looks away. Focus on the diagnosis. Yes, that's it. He doesn't think it's cancer; none of the markers- God, House is looking at him again. The ducklings don't notice their boss's distraction or his discomfiture. It's amazing how people can miss what's right under their noses. He supposes he's grateful. If Julie knew about House's looks…but then he remembers the divorce. Julie is long gone. Only House remains.

Romance:

The first kiss is awkward; he's unused to being shorter and the stubble feels downright weird, but the moment after it ends is much worse. He's just snogged his best friend. It was sort of an accident, he really hadn't planned on doing it, but there's no easy excuse. No sorry, my lips accidentally ran into yours, no boy, I sure am wasted.

"That was unexpected," he says finally, for lack of anything better. He tries to avoid squirming beneath the stare of those pale blue eyes.

House licks his lips and Wilson wonders what he tastes like. "Not really."

Passion:

He really should be getting back; it's not going to be long before Cuddy starts wondering how long this 'consult' is going to last. But he should at least wait until he regains his breath. And quits flushing like a naughty school boy. Which isn't easy since he feels like a naughty school boy.

He watches House reach for his pill bottle. "More vicodin?"

"What, going to lecture me on the evils of addiction? The first step to recovery-"
"Actually, if it let us do what we just did, I think I'd like to write them and thank them personally."

Intimacy:

He was worried he'd be unable to look at it or would be unable to look away. House was already self-conscious enough and hated being seen naked. But he needn't have worried. He's fascinated instead by the scarred flesh of House's thigh, the physical damage a reminder of the mental. He traces it lightly, just the tips of his fingers stroking the abused flesh. House hisses and he's worried that he's hurt him, but the expression on House's face is anything but pained. He runs nimble fingers up and in. House's breath hitches in response. Wilson smiles. This'll be interesting.

Commitment:

They're arguing over closet space. The few times he'd crashed here before they were a 'we' he'd always been careful to store his stuff in his suitcase. As if keeping his toothbrush in the medicine cabinet was crossing a boundary.

"There's no way you need that much space. I'm pretty sure you never hang anything up." He eyes House's wrinkled shirt.

"It's my apartment."

"Not anymore, it's not."

Greg looks at him for a long moment and he braces himself for the scathing remark, but House just shrugs and shoves the hangers over to exactly halfway. "You want some pizza?"