AN: I forgot to put these in the others, but I do not own any of the characters, if I did they'd be locked in my closet. I also don't own any of the songs they belong to The Beatles, The Clash, David Bowie and now Nickelback. Thank you for reading, reviews are all ways nice. This one was suggested to me by a friend, she knows who she is.
"It's not like you didn't know that,
I said I love you and I swear I still do."
Shouting, neigh roaring poured out of every hole in 122B Baker Street as the two males continued their argument. The living room, gloomy and badly lit, held the extremely agitated and annoyed males. "I didn't do anything with her!" Screamed the younger of the two, his voice now harsh from the hours of shouting. "I don't even know her." He added just as loud and hoarse.
"Oh so her top just leapt off of her and on to the floor?" He asked deliberately patronizing the younger male. He was hurt for God's sake he'd walked in on him standing there and topless woman behind him, just a tad suspicious. He'd done the big boy thing though and left it until home time (of course he left the building almost immediately.) They'd been through this already, at least twice, but House wasn't finished.
"She was new, she didn't realise it was the male's changing rooms." Explained the weary, thirty-something-year-old male. Scratching his forehead he allowed his copper eyes to wander and be meet by cobalt ones. It was the truth, he'd walked in she'd been getting undressed, he'd turned to leave and House had entered. James hadn't what so ever flirted with anyone since the relationship between him and House had grown to something a little more then just friends.
"Of course she did," he began only pausing momentarily to meet the males gaze with a glare that could have made Hitler stop in his tracks, "you're a fucking idiot. I warned you what would happen if you did something like this again." He replied, the grip tightening sufficiently around the handle of his cane, on which he leant heavily.
Losing and battle is never a fun thing but James Wilson had his limitations, fair enough they were higher for House then most people but even he'd had enough. "You're an arse, and goes to show how much you care for me." He began only to pause momentarily to gather thoughts and twist his facial features into a scowl. "I've lived with you for nine months now, I put up with the fact you steal my food, my ties and you drink when you promised you wouldn't. You're a hypocrite and fucking arse." He finished his voice barely over a whisper from the amount of shouting he'd participated in that evening. Turning he grabbed his grey woollen trench coat heading for the door. He loved the man but if he wasn't going to believe him then why should he stay? He'd had enough of this with Julie, let alone Greg.
"Thanks for noticing." He sneered in return watching the male go to leave. "I'm not finished!" He roared only to be meet with the sound of the front door to 122B Baker Street slamming. He'd done it again; he'd pushed someone he loved away a little further. Damn it.
"It must have been so bad,
Cause living with me must of damn near killed you."