A/N Hi! I've written one fanfic before (called friends) I deleted this so if you want it back lmk ;-;

Please give constructive criticism only or just review so I know how to improve!!!


House sat, his legs placed on his desk, right leg on top of the left.

It was pouring outside and he knew that the night would probably be spent in that chair, hopped up on vicodin. Wilson was going to go home and be none the wiser.

As that thought crossed his mind, the puppy dog eyed oncologist wandered in.

"Hey House, do you want a lift?" the man queryied, trying to keep the sympathy out of his voice. He knew House really hated that but Wilson saw that his friend was hurting and wanted to help.

The M.D furrowed his brows,deep in thought before quickly saying "Nope, all good- go home. Get your beauty rest, God knows you need it."

Wilson chuckled to himself. "Thought you didn't belive in God. Come on, we can go drinking?"

He tightened his lips and looked up. "No, it's fine!" He got more impatient, the rubbing on his thigh getting more intense- House was strong, he had a high pain tolerance but a cramp was building and he knew he couldn't hide stuff like that from Wilson, he was too observant. "Just piss off and go drink with some chick at a bar!"

Wilson's small smile quickly disappeared. "House you can't just stay miserable all the time! Seriously just come on." He glared at the cripple, he didn't respond for awhile and Wilson got frustrated "Quit rubbing your leg and answer me!"

House looked up and whispered so quietly that Wilson was shocked he heard. "It's raining.."

"Oh is poor little housy-wousy scared of a little rain?" Wilson pouted his lips before scowling, he span on his feet and was about to leave but he turned around, the oncologist almost wished he hadn't...

Houses eyes flashed from a hurt look to the usual armor. "Yeah Wilson... You got me."

Wilson winced and rubbed his neck. He walked away- not knowing what to say.


A/N okay how was it?