Disclaimer: Still dont own House MD. First off, I have to say I am soo happy that he didn't go to prison. It made my life. And I am sorry its been so long since I have updated. One thing happened after another and well, you know how it goes. But I will do my best to update more. Enjoy! And thanks for the reviews!

"Jimmy…" House had the 'you've gotta be kidding me' tone in his voice, and he looked over Wilson's face, making sure he was telling the truth, which he was. "But…he was…he was obsessed with Cameron, and now…wow…"

Wilson sighed. "I know. Well, I don't know. When the whole things between you, him and Cameron happened, he turned to me for comfort. Hell, I've had my share of experience with heartbreak or fucking things up. So we talked. And talked and talked. You were off in your own world, falling harder for Allison, which I don't hold against you. It was just hard. So we would get together about twice a week and talk. There has always been that flirting thing between us, and Chase has always been up for anyone who wanted him."

House bit his lip, then responded. "And you? You would be up for anyone? I thought you were straight. Unless this is the reason your marriages went to hell." His eyes widened. "It all makes sense now. You are gay!"

"Can you keep your mouth shut, please?" Wilson glared at House, shooting daggers at him. "I…don't know. Maybe. But it's not something I want public. Alright?" He looked away, breaking the glare and wanting to scream. Running his fingers through his hair, he stood up and poured out the now cold coffee, staring into the sink, wishing it had some advice or answers.

"Have you guys talked about it? I mean, don't get freaked out. Maybe it meant nothing, maybe you guys were just lonely, and found comfort in each other's…sleeping bags?" He cracked a smile, hoping it would ease even a little of what he assumed Wilson felt.

Wilson turned around, and looked at House. "I…left this morning, before we could talk. Maybe not my smartest idea, but I just…I woke up, and freaked out. I saw him, and all I could think is 'what the hell did I do?'. Maybe I should have left a note or something. I just…I couldn't deal with it."

House nodded. "Well if you want it to be less fucking awkward, you are going have to talk to him. Or fuck him again. You never know, might be better sober." House smirked, standing up. "Well, I have a show to watch. See you later." He hobbled into his office, leaving Wilson alone.

"I swear, if one more person comes in asking for a something for their cold, or I have to see another child with a boo-boo, I'm going to kill myself." Chase's accent was thick through his tired tone. He tossed his folder into the box, and rubbed his eyes. The whole day had been this way, which was a nice distraction, but he still couldn't get the night before out of his head.

Foreman threw his folder in as well, patting Chase on the shoulder. "So what did you do last night? You look like crap."

Chase swallowed back the anger and confusion that bubbled inside him. "I got really wasted. Was out with a friend." He started walking back towards the exam rooms, when Foreman grabbed his arm.

"Hey…was it a female friend? Ha ha, Chase scored. Very nice my friend." Foreman laughed.

"No…it's not what you think."

"You scored. I know you did, I can always tell. Come on, are things awkward between you guys now or something?"

"You could say that." Chase rolled his eyes. He thought back to when he ran into Wilson upstairs, and sighed. Running his fingers through his golden locks, Chase said goodbye to Foreman and headed over the elevator. It came quickly, and when the doors opened, walked in. Before they could close, someone ran up, and held them open, slipping in. Chase saw who it was, and froze, unable to move or breathe.

Wilson glanced over at Chase, his breathe caught in his chest. "Hi."

Chase returned the glance. "Hello."

Silence fell over them, neither sure of what they wanted to say. Before he could even think, Wilson turned and pushed Chase against the wall, capturing his lips softly at first, before letting his confusion turn into passion, and letting this kiss take a deeper turn. Chase's arms fit around his waist, holding him close. When they felt the car slow down, they mutually pulled away from the embrace, readjusting their appearances before the doors opened.

Wilson walked out first, heading for House's office. Chase followed, going into the conference room. He grabbed his jacket, glancing into the adjoining office. He watched Wilson gesture as he attempted to explain something to House, who just looked at him like he was a talking shoe. Shaking his head, Chase left the room and headed back to the elevator.

"Wait. Wait for me." Cameron chased after him. She caught up with him and smiled.

"How was your day? Were you stuck in the clinic too?" Chase bottled up all of his feelings, and smiled back.

"Yea. Well, half of the day. The other half was spent perfecting House's signature so I could sign his charts for him. He had a long, busy day of watching TV and playing on his GameBoy. You look beat. Long night, last night?" She knew that he had been with Wilson last night, but wasn't sure what had occurred.

Chase shrugged, getting into the elevator, and pushing the main floor button. "I just drank too much."

The rest of the ride was silent, as was the walk into the parking lot.

"Shouldn't you be going home with House?"

"No, he is staying a bit longer. Said he has to finish up a few things. Good night." Cameron headed to her car, and Chase walked to his. His confusion was almost too much to stand.

House glanced up as Wilson walked into his office, before giving his attention back to his Sudoku.

"I kissed him, in the elevator, not even 2 minutes ago."

"Why yes Dr. Wilson, I had great day. And yours was good as well? Amazing."

"You aren't going to say anything? I kissed him! We said hi, then we were silent, and then I pushed him against the wall and kissed him!!" Wilson was freaking out, and as usual, House was just watching him rant and rave, as if he were a mental patient who had gotten loose.

House sighed, and closed the game, before turning his chair and looking directly at Wilson. "What do you say to him after?"

Wilson glanced at the floor, biting his bottom lip.

"You didn't say anything? At all?! What happened after, then?"

"I came in here and he went in there." Wilson pointed towards the empty conference room.

House sighed. "Wow. You are both grown men, and yet you can't figure anything out. Why not get me to give a note for you, asking him if he likes you." He rolled his eyes, and stood up, hobbled over and grabbing his bag, before slipping on his jacket.

Wilson sighed. "I'll go get my stuff. Wait for me."

"You are the wheels, so I guess I have to." House stuck out his tongue as Wilson left the office.