'Two Weeks Later'

It was that time of the year again. The annual medical ball, but this year the Cuddys' made a plan that they swore would earn them much more money for the hospital, better then the year before! What this plan was?

A Talent show.

Doctors and Nurses even some patients whom were well enough could go up and perform and money would be given as support. The winner of the show would be given a special prize. The prize both Houses were aiming for, was the month of no clinic duties.

Every doctor that was not on call had to perform, if they liked it or not and sadly, Jessica chuckled. Gab was not happy about it. Unlike her male counter part, Gab could not play a guitar, dont get her wrong, Gab was a goddess on the piano but her fingers were to small to hold down such an object. Larry Cuddy demanded Gab had to give the hospital something other then her snappy come backs or risk losing her vacation fund. So to Jessica's amusement, Gab caved and agreed to do the damn show.

"What are you going to sing?" Jess asked, leaning over the divider between their balconies. Gab snarled and grumbled, pulling the collar of her coat a little more up around her neck to keep the cold out. Christmas was just a week away and sure enough, it was turning into a winter wonderland.

"Who says I'm going to sing?" Gab finally answered.

"What else are you going to do? Juggle? Magical make your cane float in the air cause I saw that one already."

"I was thinking of sawing Cuddy in half, you think Laure would mind that?"

Jess smiled at her friend before looking back out to the clear sky. "I'm looking forward to hearing you sing again. How long has it been? five? Six years?" Gab gave a little shrug before sighing. Tapping her cane lightly on the ground, she turned to look at her friend fully, her lips pressed in annoyance. "... Do you really want to hear me sing?"

"It would be a great Christmas gift to me if you do." Jess grinned.

"Your Jewish."

"Hanukkah present then?"

"I thought those gifts normally consents of pencils and note books."

"I'm not going to school House!"

"Those pocket protectors sure fooled me."

Jess puffed her cheeks out in her frustration, Gab only laughed before waving her hand, returning to the warmth of her shared office. "Fineeeee, I'll sing. But this counts for both your Christmas AND Birthday present!"

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"You got to be kidding."

Wilson's face went red as House stared at him with his jaw dropped. "No way! Cuddy, our Cuddy? The one with the mis-shape twins picked you to 'sing'?!" Wilson pinched his nose as House laughed, his booming voice causing others to turn their heads. Wilson knew he should of told House in his office but no, he blurted it out right in the middle of the hallway in their walk. How stupid could he be?

"Oh, man that hurts. What song did she pick for you?" House snickered, wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes. Wilson bowed his head in shame, his shoulders lumping. "For good... from Wicked."

House's voice seem to only get louder cause he exploded into laughter and fell to his side, catching himself on the wall beside him. "Its not THAT funny!!" Wilson protested, his ears and neck glowing red. But it didn't help, House slide to the floor in a fit of giggles, his arms hugging his pinched sides. "A-AH! Stop, its to much!" He choked out.

Wilson tapped his foot impatiently, his hands settled on his hips, but fed up he turned and walked back to his office, listening to House voice call out behind him, "Wait! Wilson dont leave! That's a chick song!!"

Slamming his office door, Wilson sat himself down, covering his face with his hands. He can't believe Cuddy is doing this to him. He didn't want to take part in the show, he just wanted to watch from the side lines. When he found out Gab was going to be apart of it, his heart all but leaped from his chest. Jess had told him once she had the voice of an angel and he wanted so badly to hear it. She denied him that joy, never letting him hear a single tune or even a simple hum. But now, he would be able to hear it... In his bliss and enjoyment, Lisa over heard him singing his own little song one day while he was doing clinic and grinned at an idea. As a little tease, she ordered him to take part in the show.

He would sing any song she wanted.

'For Good from Wicked.' Cuddy had grinned happily to Wilsons shocked face. "If you ask Gab, I'm sure she'll sing with you.'

Damn Cuddy. What kind of twisted joke was she playing?

There was a gentle knock at his door. Lifting his head, before he could call an enter, the door opened and House waltzed his way inside. Wilson groaned, burying his hands back into his hands as House shut the door and settled onto the couch.

"So, its a duet. Who else is singing? Gab?"

Rubbing the knot between his brows, he sighed leaning back into his chair. "No. I asked her already."

"Wow, even she thinks its a gay song. How did she take it when she found out?"

Wilson's pressed his lips in embarrassment as he muttered, "She spit out her coffee and laughed herself into next week."

"That's my girl." House chuckled lightly but watched as Wilson tilted his head back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling. "Cuddy wont let me out of this.. But I need a partner. I guess... I could ask one of the nurses or something."

"Excuse me?"

Wilson rose a thick brow in thought, "Maybe I could ask Marget, I hear she has a nice singing voice."

"Hey! What am I? A dead Liver?"

Wilson looked at House shocked, finding his best friend looking at him like he was almost, insulted.

"What are you getting at House?"

House sighed dramatically, before waving at himself widely. "Helloooo??"

"Do... YOU want to sing with me?"

"What? Sing a girl song with my best friend, are you kidding me! There is no way I would do that."

Wilson only frowned and sighed, burying his face into his hands. He was screwed.

"Unless there was something in it for me."

"I knew it."

House grinned to himself as Wilson rubbed his face. He loved toying with his friend this way, he was not keen on the idea of singing such a stupid song but he hated to see Wilson like this. If he could just make his life a little bit more easier, then singing the song and endure countless of years of un-ending jokes and gags would be worth it right?

He closed his eyes a little, letting his eyes slip away. His fingers squeezed his cane tightly. House came to realize his feeling towards his best friend and it shocked him far worse then any case.

He really did love Wilson.

For the past year, he watched his best friend get closer and closer to his counterpart, Gab, and he was all to happy to let it happen. Wilson deserved happiness, he earned another chance at love. But one day, House came back to his apartment to find Gab passed out on the couch, her limbs flung everywhere like she couldn't find a comfortable position. House went to replace the kicked off blanket only to come face to face with a few little marks on her skin.

Gab had love bites all over her throat, red, warm, they looked fresh and his gut suddenly dropped. After that, House couldn't stop thinking about it. How much he wanted to be under Wilson's lips. How he wanted to be the one with the love bites. Soon everything started to spin out of control. He HATED how Gab and Wilson were together. Another blow to his gut. Wilson dating another women just like him, better yet, WAS him but for some reason Wilson would never BE with HIM.

He hated this feeling. This love, this need, this regret. He knew Gab loved him too, and if he was correct. They would both fight to get him. It was strange, he should be falling for the female Wilson. Jessica. He should be tracking her down ad pulling pranks on her, should be swooning her with corny jokes and trying to get into her panties and yet... he wasn't.

For some reason, even thou she was Wilson.. She wasn't 'his' Wilson. She had the same colored eyes and the same cheekbones but James seemed to be darker and more highlighted. Jess had a cute smile but James had a smile that would stop House's heart in its tracks. Her scent was nice, clean, refreshing. But James.. His scent was arousing, tingling. He wanted nothing more then to reach out and sink his fingers into James thick hair and pull him close, let their lips press together, letting him taste, feed.

He wanted Wilson and damn it... He wouldn't Let Gab keep him.

"What do you want?" Wilson asked finally.

"What any mad man like me would want. A bottle of the finest whiskey, three strippers, a kiddie pool filled with jello and a man servant for a whole month."

"That's not happening."

"Damn, then how about the man servant for a month."

"I'm NOT buying you a butler House."

"...I wasn't really thinking that. My way is a little bit more..cheaper and much more fun."

Wilson lifted his head to met eye to eye with his best friend. Those blue eyes sparkled with mischief and those lips grinned in such childish glee that he knew. Right there. He was lost.

"... I'm not wearing those black suits and serving you Vicodin on a sliver platter."

"Your no fun." But with a nod, House stood up, tapping his cane on the floor as thou to seal the deal.

"Alright! I'll give you the pleasure of having me sing with you at the talent show and in return, you shall be my man bitch for a month!"

"Man Servant."

"Thats what I said, Man Bitch. Met me at my place after work for rehearsals! We only have two days."

"I just want to get this over with."

Wilson sighed but smiled a little as House limped his way back out of his office. Before the door closed, House popped his head back in, a grin on his face.

"Oh, by the way. I call Elphaba part."

"Which one is that?" Wilson asked confused. At this point, he only knew this song was sung by two women and it was based before Wizard of OZ.

"The wicked witch of the west duh!!" House explained.

"Then... who am I?"

"Why, Your Glinda! The good witch of the north! Be sure to bring a couple of pink sparkly dresses with you, we need to find you the PERFECT outfit. See ya!"

The door slammed and Wilson sat there dumbfounded. With a twitch, he fell forward and collapsed onto his desk.

"I hate you Cuddy."

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