You may start seeing repeats of previous prompts. This is because I originally started writing these little ficlets for the housefic50 challeneg on LiveJournal but I was on the waiting list. Well, my claim is up now and I decided I wanted to write some new fics for the prompts, hence the repeats.

015. Blue

Make My Brown Eyes Blue

Wilson wandered into House's office, one eyebrow going up at the amused look on his friend's face and wondering what on earth had put it there.

"Having fun?" he asked mildly as he sat down in one of the chairs in front of the desk.

"Oodles," House replied with an air of amused anticipation.

Wilson eyed House carefully, his suspicions growing by the minute. "What's going on?" he asked carefully.

"Who says anything's going on?" House said innocently.

"That innocent look doesn't work on me," Wilson said bluntly. "You're way too cheerful." He glanced around towards the conference room and found it devoid of ducklings. "Alright, what have you done to them?"

House gave him another one of those patently false innocent looks. "I haven't done anything to them. Foreman and Cameron are off making sure our patient doesn't try and run away again and Chase is down in the clinic."

Wilson's eyes narrowed as he stared at House. Suspicion wasn't so much growing in his mind as running through it, setting up campsites and throwing protest rallies, waving placards saying 'He's up to something!'

House just stared back at him, all wide-eyed and extremely false innocence, a smile playing around the edges of his lips.

Suddenly Wilson's jaw dropped and his eyes widened. "House? What…your eyes!"

The grin that had threatening broke out on House's face and started laughing. "Took you long enough!"

Wilson stared at House's brown…brown!…eyes, feeling utterly flabbergasted and oddly unsettled. House looked decidedly strange with brown eyes.

"What…" he stammered. "They're…contact lenses, right?"

House laughed again. "Yep."

"Why?" Wilson asked, starting to recover a little.

"Why not?" House replied airily as he leaned back in his chair. "It's fun."

"I don't like them," Wilson blurted out before he could think about what he was saying.

House gave him a look of surprise. "Why not?" he asked, sounding a little hurt. "They're just coloured lenses."

"I…no reason," Wilson stammered, desperately trying to backtrack since he wasn't entirely sure why he didn't like them…or rather he was fairly sure he did know why he didn't like the lenses but he really didn't want to think about it.

House gave him a speculative look then his face relaxed into a slow, slightly triumphant smile that made Wilson extremely nervous.

"You don't like the lenses?" he said casually.

"I…no…what does it matter," Wilson replied uncomfortably. "You said you're wearing them for fun."

"Well, yeah, but apparently they have another purpose as well," House replied.

"To allow you to be cryptic?" Wilson countered, trying to steer the conversation to more hospitable climes.

House ignored that and eyed Wilson with that speculation from before and now growing interest. He curled one hand around the handle of his cane and got to his feet, limping around until he was standing in front of Wilson.

"You don't like my eyes being brown," he stated. "You like them blue."

"I…what…what does it matter?" Wilson stammered.

"You like them blue," House repeated bluntly.

Wilson looked everywhere except at his friend. "I…yes. Alright, yes, I like your eyes blue. Happy?"

"Ecstatic," House replied as he reached out and grabbed Wilson's tie, pulling on it until Wilson stood up then yanking him forward.

"House!" Wilson protested as he stumbled forward so that he wouldn't be choked and trying to catch himself on the desk and House himself in an attempt to not crash into his friend's leg.

He ended up plastered against House with one arm wrapped tightly around his waist and the other braced against the desk. Somewhere during the manoeuvre, House had let go of his tie and had returned the favour by wrapping one of his arms around Wilson's waist and he now grabbed the front of Wilson's shirt in his free hand.

Wilson now had a close-up view of House's eyes and the only thought that kept running through his mind is that the brown was just wrong and that they should be blue. He tried to hang onto this thought but being plastered against House's body in the manner he was along with the look in House's unnaturally brown eyes was rapidly derailing it and causing other, more interesting thoughts to rise.

Wilson's sharp, indrawn breath seemed to settle something for House because he grinned lecherously.

He then leaned in and kissed him. Wilson froze for a long moment until the reality of those warm lips on his hit home then, with a small whimper, he removed the hand that had been braced against the desk and slid it around the back of House's neck, returning and deepening the kiss. How long they stayed like that he couldn't tell but far sooner than he liked, House was pulling away. He made a small noise of protest then opened his eyes to be greeted with a something he wanted to see a lot more. House's lips were wet and swollen from the seemingly endless kiss and his shockingly brown eyes were full of lazy pleasure.

"I'll take 'em out tonight and you can tell me how much you like my eyes," House said, batting his eyes outrageously.