A/N: More sex, I still wouldn't call it explicit. Not really. You don't actually see anything.

May 2

Wilson's breathing was getting really heavy. He pressed his lips against his lover's one more time before panting, "Maybe we should take this to the bedroom."

House nodded heavily, running a hand through Wilson's hair and then grabbing his leg to help himself off the couch.

They almost didn't make it to the bedroom, because in the middle of the hallway Wilson started kissing him again. He pressed House's body against the wall, squeezing his hair between his fingers. His other hand reached under House's waistband. House moaned as Wilson fondled him and he grabbed the younger man's ass in return, pulling their bodies together. Finally Wilson shook his head, grabbed House's hand, and half dragged him into the bedroom and onto the bed.

He woke up the next morning feeling peaceful and relaxed. He smiled at the ceiling and checked the alarm clock to see what time it was before he realized that he was in Sam's bed, not House's.

Damn. Why did he keep having these dreams? He sighed and rolled over, wishing he could go back to sleep. At least Sam was already in the shower and not present to witness his disappointment. That one he'd genuinely thought was real. Sometimes it was just the flash-forward kiss, replaying over and over, and Wilson woke up knowing that it was just a dream, just a vision. But these other dreams, the ones where they kissed on the couch, or at work, or even made love, these ones were actually convincing. And their frequency had increased tenfold since the flash-forward.

It wasn't like Wilson had never thought of kissing House, of being in a romantic relationship with him. He just didn't think he had those kinds of feelings for his best friend. He'd been married three times, he was obviously very attracted to women, so he couldn't be gay. Everyone had sexual thoughts about people in their lives they weren't attracted to sometimes. It just happened. Wilson sometimes thought of sleeping with Cuddy, too, but that didn't mean he was in love with her. He knew he cared about House more than anyone in the world, even Sam. But he wasn't in love. He'd get an exciting dream now and then, but that didn't really mean anything. None of his dreams ever really made sense, so why should he read more into the very occasional House sex dream than he would any other dream?

The only problem was that they weren't "very occasional" any more. Since the blackout, he'd been having them several times a week. He didn't tell anyone about this, of course, and he and House hadn't even come close to discussing their flash-forwards since they'd watched the news clip in House's office. Wilson had a nagging feeling the dreams were trying to tell him he was in love with House, but that just couldn't be true. He loved Sam.

Wilson got out of bed and started to tiptoe to the bathroom, with the plan of surprising Sam in the shower and showing her just how much he loved her. She emerged before he could get there, though, a towel around her body and another one being used to dry her hair.

"Good morning, James," she smiled.

"Why good morning," Wilson replied, starting to pull off her towel and drawing her closer.

Sam laughed. "James, I just took a shower."

"You can take another one," Wilson murmured, kissing her earlobe. She wrapped her arms around him and let him kiss her, but when he tugged at her towel again she pulled back.

"James, I've got work. We don't have time. But tonight," she whispered seductively into his ear, "I'll let you take off any article of clothing you see fit, and I'll let you kiss me anywhere you want, and I'll kiss you anywhere you want, and-"

He cut her off by crushing her lips to his. She kissed back for a moment but when he started to get really deep she pulled back.

"James," she sighed. "Stop it. I'm already running late." She removed herself from his embrace and went to the closet to go get dressed.

Wilson sighed too. He took care of himself in the shower, trying his hardest to think of Sam and not House.

"Morning, Wilson."

"Morning, Cuddy."

He kept his voice cheerful, but she still looked at him with concern. "Something wrong?"

His face fell. "Is it that obvious?"

Cuddy shrugged. "I guess the blackout's affected everyone differently. You just haven't seemed quite yourself lately."

"I know," Wilson admitted. He looked around. House was nowhere to be found. He took a step closer to Cuddy. "Can I tell you what I saw?" he asked.

"Of course," she responded, surprised.

"But...you have to promise not to tell anyone. And please don't let on to House that you know."

She looked a bit confused, but nodded and escorted Wilson into her office, perching herself on the edge of her desk.

After closing the door, Wilson looked back out again to make sure House wasn't in the vicinity. He stepped close to Cuddy again.

"We were kissing."

She still looked confused. "Who-"

"House and I," Wilson explained. "We were in the living room of our condo, we were laughing and smiling at each other, and we were kissing. And...he told me he loved me."

Understanding appeared on Cuddy's face. "I see."

"Yeah. And I don't know what to do."

"Have you two talked about it?" she asked, a frown line appearing on her forehead.

"Of course not. Nothing's ever happened between us like that, we've always been just...well we've never been just friends, but, you know, nothing romantic has ever happened between us before. The night of the blackout, when we first heard on the news the theory that people saw their future, I just asked him if he had a vision and he said he did. Then, without either of us mentioning what we saw, we assured each other that these visions were probably not real and wouldn't come true."

Cuddy rolled her eyes. "Of course you did."

"And since then, we've just pretended like it never happened. There never was a blackout. We've never kissed, we never will, and we have no reason whatsoever to believe we ever will."

Cuddy eyed him. "Except?"

Wilson sighed and paced around her office. "Except I keep getting these dreams. Sometimes it's just my flash-forward vision again. Other times it's not. I try to ignore it, tell myself it will go away, they don't mean anything. Except they're getting more and more frequent, more and more realistic, and more and more intense. This morning I actually woke up thinking I was in House's bed and that we'd slept together last night." He looked at Cuddy sheepishly. "And when I realized that I was actually in Sam's bed, my immediate reaction was...disappointment. And that scares me."

Cuddy massaged her temples.

"Lisa, tell me," Wilson implored. "Do you think these flash-forwards are gonna come true?"

"I don't know," she answered. "I mean, mine was so mundane, it's something that happens every day. On October 29th, will I be putting Rachel to bed at exactly 10pm, will I dress her in those pajamas, and will she look at me and say 'mama' at exactly that moment? I don't know. Half the people you meet, their flash-forwards are just parts of life: brushing their teeth, talking on the phone with friends, watching television. And then the others, half of them are determined to see their flash-forwards come true and the other half are equally determined to not see them come true.

"But I'm not sure if I believe it's fate," she continued. "We still have the chance to make decisions that affect our future. If I wanted to, I could rearrange the furniture in Rachel's bedroom. That simple act would prevent my flash-forward from coming true just how it happened. If you're gonna figure out whether this future with you and House is really gonna happen, you first have to ask yourself, is that what you want to happen?"

Wilson ran his fingers through his hair. He shook his head. "I don't know."

A/N: The next update will be on Wednesday, but if you still want to leave a review asking me to update soon, I won't complain.