050. Writer's Choice – Choice

Given A Choice

Wilson wandered into House's office and casually dropped into his usual chair. House put down the file he had been reading and raised an eyebrow at his friend, amused at the slightly smug, slightly determined air about the other man.

"What brings you to my humble office?" House said, leaning back in his chair.

In reply, Wilson tossed a large envelope on the desk. House gave a small shrug and picked it up, pulling out the papers inside. He blinked at what they revealed. Divorce papers. Divorce papers initiated by Wilson. Signed, done, over.

"You divorced her?" House asked incredulously.

"Yes," Wilson said simply.

House put the papers down. "Why?"

Wilson gave him a speculative look. "Because I finally decided I was sick of avoiding this…thing between us. Because I was tired of lying to yet another wife and hurting her, even inadvertently. Because I think it's about damn time I started going after what I want. And what I think you want." He paused and took a deep breath. "I've made my choice. Now it's your turn. You know where to find me."

With that Wilson picked up the papers and the envelope and walked out of the office, leaving a surprised and stunned House behind him.

House stared after Wilson, absolutely speechless for one of the few times in his life. He was glad the other man was giving him this time because he could not have answered the implicit question right now for all the money in the world. They never spoke of what lay between them. They ignored it, they walked around it, they let it lie. Because Wilson always married another wife.

But now he'd divorced his wife. Admittedly things had not been good between him and Julie but this was still a first. Wilson usually hung on until the wives finally discarded him; he didn't do the discarding. And it was done to take a chance that might be denied.

So now it was his choice. Did he continue on the way things had always gone? Or did he take a chance and maybe, just maybe, gain something he'd always wanted, something good?

He stared down at his desk and came to the slow realisation that there wasn't a choice. Not even he could turn down this chance. Not even he could deny himself something he'd wanted for years. And honestly, when was the last time he'd denied Wilson?

House grabbed his cane and limped determinedly out of his office, ignoring the curious looks from his team. He walked next door and into Wilson's office without knocking. He knew that Wilson would not have anyone in there. He knew that Wilson would have known his response.

And as he suspected Wilson was waiting, leaning against his desk and smiling.

"Yes," House said simply then Wilson was right in front of him.

House reached up and gently stroked Wilson's cheek. The younger man leaned into the caress then returned it before leaning in and kissing House.

"Good choice," Wilson murmured against House's lips before wrapping his arms around the older man and deepening the kiss.