It had been a 4 months since Dr. House had very quickly taken Wilson away from McGill University. He found it more then entertaining to get into intellectual arguments with House, with the usual witty banter, sarcastic jabs and competitive come backs. It was their own personal game, of trying to make the other uncomfortable and no one did it better then House. Wilson used his looks and charms to get the nurses calling House "old man" behind his back and occasionally to his face, while House would very loudly make sexual innuendos involving himself and Wilson, the more people around to hear the better. Wilson was discovering a playful new side of himself that only Dr. House could bring out. There was a very strong emotional charge bonding the two men, like a moth drawn to the flame or magnets' pulling together, this was the feeling Wilson felt toward House. Wilson would catch House watching him, turning quickly away every time Wilson would turn to face him. They fed off of one another's energy.

"Run it again."

"House I've already tested the patient three times, be reasonable!"

"Run the test again"

"This is wasting time, time this patient doesn't have. Can't we just entertain the notion that something else could be the cause of all these symptoms?"

"Don't give me that look save it for the nurses. I want those tests run again so you can look harder. "

"House..."

"Now"

It wasn't until the next day that House's intentions became clear. Wilson was focusing on the test results in the work room when a very angry, very tired hospital chief administrator stormed in.

"Wilson did you over see this?" wave's patient folder around

"Over see what exactly?" wonder's what's going on

"Dr. House's unethical treatment of the patient"

"I've been checking test results" answered Wilson looking baffled

The administrator turned and left in a huff.

Later that day a board meeting was called to discuss Dr. House's procedures

Wilson watched House from across the table; House appeared calm and confident.

'Dr. House, you subjected the patient into an insulin induced coma without any clarified explanations or consent this is a health risk as well as a huge liability. We cannot authorize this behavior."

"Well then that explains to you why I didn't ask now doesn't it?" agreed House

"Breaking rules isn't setting a good example as a mentor, I'm have no choice but to put you and Wilson on probation until further review."

How many times do I have to tell you Wilson had no idea of my actions he was busy doing lab work"

"Is this true?"

"Yes it is, I had no knowledge of Dr. House's actions at the time"

It was suddenly becoming very clear to Wilson why House had kept him busy, he wanted Wilson to stay out of trouble. A slip like this could send him right back to McGill and fast. Wilson sat across the table paying close attention to House willing him to meet his eyes; House stared intently at a scratch in the tables veneer.

"This being said Wilson you're free of any reprimands, you may go"

Wilson rose to his feet not taking his eyes off of House, just as he was about to leave House looked up and winked at him.

House's patient developed a rash while in the coma, showing signs of a blood infection that could have otherwise gone undetected if not in a relaxed vegetated state for which the pathogens could rapidly reproduce and spread.

"You didn't tell me so I wouldn't be discharged" asked Wilson looking across the table at House

"Don't be stupid, I didn't tell you so wouldn't get in my way with your morals and ethics."

Wilson ignored Houses crude comment "So you're no longer on probation?"

"Of course not, I was right" grins House "We should celebrate"

"Your rightness or being taken off of probation?"

"Both"

Going to the corner pub Wilson felt somewhat nervous

"House I can't drink beer"

"Why, feeling sick?"

"I'm 20"

"20?"

"I graduated high school at 15, undergraduate at 17 and medical school, well you pulled me out early for internship." By the look House was giving him, Wilson felt rather embarrassed reveling this.

"Hm, you're quiet the boy wonder by the sounds of it, and I am betting you didn't have much time during those years to have any fun" House signaled for 2 beers

Wilson blushed, truth be told he hadn't had what many would consider "fun" he had never participated in the things his peers did such as drinking, dating and partying. His social side had hindered in the process of his academics.

The bar tender looked over Wilson when putting down the beer

"Oh it's alright, he's with me, right boy wonder?"

Wilson smiled nervously, while reaching out for the beer.

Two hours and six or something beers later things were getting interesting

"And that's when I told the guy, 'you're allergic'. 'Allergic to what', His wife ask, 'fidelity' I tell her. 'You're husband doesn't have the chicken pox, its herpes!' Oh you should have seen the look on their faces, priceless. Hahaha"

Wilson was finding it hard to pay attention but knew whatever was being said was funny. His eyes were feeling so heavy…

"Think you can make it home from here?" asked House patting Wilson on the back

"oph corse werz here again?" slurred Wilson trying to remember how to walk. One foot in front of the other right; or was it both feet, sort of in a hopping motion, like a bunny hop?

"Damn those bunnies are cute, why cant we be cuter like them, those fuzzy wuzzies have it made." Wilson looked up from his declaration to see House driving. Wait, how did they get in the car, where did the bar go?

"You must have been having some crazy dreams there Boy wonder. You fell asleep at the bar, I had to carry you out. Remind me not to let you drink so much next time, and what's this about rabbits?" House glanced over at Wilson but he had already gone back into the land of rabbits. "Damn fuzzy wuzzies"

"Hey Wilson wake up"

"Fur, they have fur! Huh, um what?"

"We're at my apartment, since I don't know where you live, you can sleep here tonight. I'm not carrying you in; I have enough trouble with my nosy neighbors, I don't need them seeing me carrying in a 12 year old unconscious boy at 1am"

"Who's 12? I can so totally walk thank you very much mister man" snapped Wilson while stumbling from the car he made it all the way to the sidewalk before lying down and going back to sleep.

"No you don't, come on now" House hoisted Wilson up on his shoulder and dragged him in, dropping him down onto the sofa. Wow the boy really couldn't handle his beer, only two down and he was out. House went into the bathroom preparing for bed, rabbits what the hell was he talking about? Brushing his teeth and stripping down to his undershirt and boxers House turned off the bathroom light and got into bed.

"Hey!"

"Huh?"

"House"

"What?"

"I can't sleep."

"You were just sleeping"

"I'm cold"

"There's a blanket and pillow in the hall closet"

House could hear Wilson fumbling around in the dark when suddenly his bedroom light came on.

"What the hell?"

"Can you come in here?"

"What the hell for, I'm sleeping?"

"Just for a minute... Please?"

"Fine" frustrated and half asleep House climbed from the warmth of his bed to go sit on the sofa with Wilson. This better be worth it, thought House in annoyance.

Wilson was quiet, and sitting in the dark for a moment House thought the younger man had fallen asleep. "You should have involved me…I wouldn't have told anyone"

It took a second for House to realize what it was Wilson was talking about, oh yeah that patient. "Look you're new at this, I figured I'd wait awhile before corrupting your soul" House could hear Wilson stifle a laugh

"I just want to help…I wish you could just trust me"

"Sorry sonny it takes more then 3 months of dating before I give it away… Trust that is" teased House. Wilson said nothing but House could feel him tense up, at times like these House had to remind himself how young Wilson was.

"Look it's nothing personal James" even in the darkness of the room, the dim glow of streetlights cast enough light for the men to see each other, "Everything you do is personal" with beating hearts and quick breaths Wilson moved forward hovering just over House's face then slowly almost carefully pressing his lips against House's.

"You're drunk" explained House pushing Wilson back into the sofa, "go to sleep" House got back in bed and listened as Wilson lay on the sofa breathing then after a few minutes he got up and left quietly closing the front door behind him. Alone in the dark House stared up at the gray ceiling, pressing his lips together the silence around him asking… "How personal?"