June 25

"House."

"Wilson."

"House!"

"Wilson."

"Oh, House!"

"James!"

"Oh my god, Greg, oh!"

Wilson woke up sweating.

Damn! This was so stupid. Maybe he should see a psychiatrist. Maybe they could put him on some sort of medication so he wouldn't have any more dreams. Or at least so he wouldn't remember them. He looked at the clock and sighed. Only 11:03. He went into the bathroom, masturbated in silence, washed his hands, and then traipsed into the living room.

House was still up, watching TV. Wilson sat down on the couch next to him, putting his head in his hands.

"Thought you went to bed."

"Had a bad dream."

"Well you're all better now. I promise there's no monsters hiding under the bed. Or in the closet."

Wilson sighed and continued to run his fingers through his hair, leaning forward on the couch. House glanced at him, but his eyes were closed and he didn't notice.

"House?" he said finally, looking up.

"Hmm?"

"Have you ever thought about it before? I mean, before the blackout happened, had you ever thought about...us?"

For a moment House was silent. Wilson watched him, making sure he wasn't going to roll his eyes or sigh or complain or make some sarcastic remark.

Without looking at him, House answered, "Sure I've thought about it, Wilson. We've been friends for years, we're the only constant in each other's lives. Yes, I've thought about it."

"And...when you have these...thoughts," Wilson said slowly, eyeing him, "what conclusions do you draw from them?"

"I draw the conclusion that the thoughts are stupid and unrealistic. You're not gonna look at me that way, not when you've got the tight-assed nurses drooling all over you. You're a doctor, you're good-looking, you're still pretty young. You can get any girl you want. Yes, the thoughts come, but I ignore them. It's like the flash-forward. They're not real."

Wilson sighed. He ran his fingers through his hair again.

"Why?" House asked, looking at him finally. "Did you have thoughts about us before the blackout?"

Wilson nodded.

"And what conclusions did you come to?"

"I came to the conclusion that I did not have romantic feelings for my best friend. My love for him was strictly platonic. I was straight, I was only attracted to women, I could not possibly be attracted to a man no matter how much I loved him."

"All right then." House was looking straight forward again.

"And then the blackout happened," Wilson continued. "And I thought about it some more. And some more. And I came to the conclusion that I was wrong. Not only do I in fact have the capacity to be attracted to my male best friend, I am completely and hopelessly in love with him and I have been for years."

House looked at him. Wilson looked back.

"Years?"

"Denial can be very powerful when it wants to be."

"And this life changing epiphany occurred...?"

"A couple of months ago."

"Months?"

House scrutinized him. Wilson nodded.

"So when you came in here wanting to talk about the flash-forward, asking me what I wanted, it was because you were in love with me?"

"Yes."

House rubbed the back of his neck. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"You were the one who never wanted to talk about it. I assumed it was because you didn't..."

House shook his head, scooting closer to Wilson on the couch. "Fuck, Wilson! Don't you know what it does to me to see you with all those women?" He got closer, staring into Wilson's eyes. "Don't you know how many times a day I just look at you and suddenly want you?" He was very close now. Wilson could feel his breath on his face. "Didn't you have the same flash-forward I did? Didn't you hear me? James fucking Wilson..." he breathed. He was inches away from Wilson's face, staring at him, his eyes piercing.

Wilson closed his eyes and felt House's lips on his. House's hands cupped Wilson's face, holding him, keeping them together.

"Mnm," Wilson moaned into House's mouth, peeking his eyes open when House pulled back to look at him. They studied each other for a moment, eyes flicking back and forth. Then the two doctors simultaneously leaned forward again and kissed again. Wilson's hand clenched onto House's collar, House leaned Wilson back, hands on the back of his neck, running his fingers through his hair.

"Why..." Wilson asked, pulling away. He kissed House's throat- "...didn't..." -he kissed House's jaw- "...you..." -he kissed his earlobe- "...say anything?" he finished, kissing House on the mouth again, preventing him from answering right away.

House pulled back and scoffed. "I'm sorry."

Wilson shook his head in disbelief, leaning forward to kiss House again.

June 26

Wilson opened his eyes and panic overtook him. No. Not again. Please not again. That had seemed so real. It wasn't fair. How much longer would he have to suffer this? He moaned his frustration aloud.

"Dreaming of me again?" a voice said from right beside him.

Wilson sat up in bed and looked to his right.

House was there, propped up on his elbow, smiling at him.

"It wasn't a dream," Wilson said breathlessly. "Oh my god. This time it wasn't a dream."

"Well I'd better pinch you to make sure," House decided, reaching over.

"Ow! House!" Wilson reached his arms up for defense, trying to protect himself while House, chuckling, tried to reach around his arms to pinch him. Before he knew it he was back on his back and the diagnostician was on top of him, sucking on his neck and clavicle while he moaned, good moans this time.

"Good morning, underlings," House greeted, sitting down at the table and putting his feet up.

"Well someone's in a cheerful mood," Chase commented, staring at House suspiciously.

"I got laid last night. And then again this morning," he announced.

"Thanks for sharing," Taub groaned, rubbing his temples.

"By the way, remember when I lied to you all about my flash-forward? I actually double-lied. I lied about lying. One of you actually got the truth. I'll leave you to bicker among yourselves who it was. On a related note, if we get a case, I'll be in Wilson's office. But knock first." He winked at them and traipsed out of the diagnostic room to spend the morning making it difficult for Wilson to get any work done.

A/N: Just one chapter left! Does the flash-forward come true? Or do they screw it up somehow? Is it really fate or can the future be changed? Find out next time on Flash!