Disclaimer: House MD is not mine. I hope you like how its been so far. I will try to think of things to make it longer, if you have suggestions, let me know. Next chapter soon!

House woke up earlier than usual the next day. The sun was barely shining through his window, and when he looked over at the clock, it read 7:00. Groaning, he sat up, dry swallowed a couple of pills, and grabbed his cane, before hobbling into the bathroom. After he was done, he washed his hands and looked at himself in the mirror, reminding himself of what he needed to do.

He hobbled out into the living room, working up the courage to talk to Wilson, when he found the couch empty. There was a note on the table, and House snatched it up, frustrated.

Went in early, had some work to finish up, early patients.

-Jimmy

"Fuck!" House bellowed, kicking the couch with his good leg. He got dressed and decided to go in much earlier than usual. Grabbing his keys, he locked up, jumped on his bike, well as best he could, and rode off to PPTH.

"Ok, that would be fine, Mrs. Hodgeson. Tomorrow at 12. See you then." Wilson hung up the phone, sighing. Thankfully that was the last call he had to make today. Glancing at the clock, he saw it was 8:15. "House is probably still sleeping." He said to himself, and resisted smiling.

He nearly jumped through the roof when his door crashed open. He looked over and saw House standing there, looking a little tired, with coffee in his hands. He placed one mug on the desk, and kept the other in his hand.

"Why did you leave so early this morning? And don't tell me that you had patients to deal with, because the nurse outside said you haven't seen anyone since you got here." House's tone was filled with anger and something else Wilson couldn't place.

"I was one the phone, talking to patients. And doing some paper work. What do you care? We rarely come in together." Wilson sipped at the coffee, reading over the folder in front of him.

"That's not the fucking point damn it! "House yelled, scared of what he was feeling. "I wanted to talk to you…"

Wilson looked up at him and sighed. "Then talk. I don't know what there is to talk about. You know how I feel, and by the way you acted last night, something tells me you don't feel the same so, case closed."

House looked at his hand, which was shaking so badly, the coffee in the mug looked like it was going to jump out.

"Look Jimmy…I have something I want to say, and if you keep interrupting me, I won't get to say it because I might kill you. Ok?" He put his mug on the closest shelf, and when Wilson didn't say anything, he continued. "Of course I love you Wilson. How could I not? I treat you like shit, and you stay. I hurt you, time and time again, and you stay. You have stayed through Stacey, through this shit with my leg…you've never let me down. I've always…been envious of you, you know…" He sat down on the chair, slouching to be comfortable.

Wilson bit his lip, not sure how to handle all of this. "Why…would you be envious of me? You save more lives than I do."

House laughed softly. "Let's not do a body count, just call it even. I envy you, because you show compassion and empathy for your patients. I just…don't have the patience. I mean, all I can see when I see them is their faults, how stupid they were to get themselves into that position. You…you automatically care and are concerned. I wish I could do that."

"All of my patients are dying, House. I can't not be empathic or compassionate."

"You know what I mean Jimmy. You are the caring person I wish I could be. And I love you for it. Even when I was with Stacey, I was with you…the sun rises and falls with you." He looked up at Wilson, who was obviously holding back a few tears. House was holding back his own inside.

Wilson got up from his chair, walked around his desk, and sat against the edge of it. He was inches from House, and he reached out a hand, that House took. He pulled him up from the chair, resting House against his body.

"I love you too."

House smiled, leaning down. He captured Wilson's lips in his, wrapping his arms around him. Wilson returned the kiss, sliding on hand up so it was on House's neck, the other snaked around his back. This kiss seemed to last for hours, filling them both with bliss.

Wilson pulled away for a moment. "This was how our first kiss was supposed to be." He smiled, resting his forehead again House's.

"I thought our first kiss was pretty awesome. Well…except for the fact that you walked out afterwards." House smiled, locking eyes with Wilson.

Wilson initiated the kiss this time, teasingly running his tongue along House's bottom lip. House moaned softly giving Wilson the chance to deepen the kiss by sliding his tongue into his mouth, exploring the warm depths. House moaned again, pulling Wilson off the desk and holding him close.

They were miles away, alone in their own world. A world where the only thing that made sense or ever had to, was them. That world, their world, was shattered by female voice.

"Wilson, I need you to sign…House! Wilson!" Cuddy had looked up from her papers, to see the two men's embrace.

House pulled away slowly, shooting a glare at Cuddy. "We were a little busy, Haven't you ever heard of knocking?"

"This coming from you?"

"True. I'll leave you two alone. Lunch later? 12:30 sound good?" He looked back at Wilson, who nodded. He leaned down and kissed him once more, before whispering "I love you" in his ear. Wilson watched House leave, unable to stop the smile that was smeared across his face.

Cuddy walked over to the desk, placing the papers on the top of his pile. "You, me and House are going to have to talk later." She retreated back to her office, leaving Wilson to play back the kiss in his mind, over and over again.