Author's note: *sniffs the air* I smell a plot brewing.
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"So, are you and House having sex?"
Wilson was sure that if he had been walking he would have fallen flat on his face. As it were, he merely turned and gazed, wide eyed, at the man addressing him.
Taub certainly knew how to get to the point.
"Are we what?"
"I could list a million euphemisms, but basically my question stands. Are you and House having sex with each other?"
"No!" Wilson exclaimed, wondering if he had responded too quickly. "Why would you say that?"
Taub shrugged, smiling a smile that revealed less than nothing. "Well, it is pretty clear that House is indiscriminant and you have been friends for longer than anyone at the hospital can remember." He stopped smiling. "Often a friendship like that can lead to a romantic relationship."
"Well," Wilson cleared his throat. "It didn't. We aren't in a relationship, sexual or otherwise."
Suddenly Taub beamed, and Wilson was left half stunned by the brightness of Taub's smile. He had never known the man to smile like that about anything. "Great!"
"Why is that great?"
Taub simply laughed and made his way toward the door of Wilson's office. "See you around, Wilson."
Wilson nodded to himself as the door closed behind Taub. Something was going on here, and he decided it was his duty to find out what, if only to protect House from Taub's strange attitude.
To say nothing of the obvious humor that was sure to result.