Alright, I admit it. I didn't expect what happened when we walked into the hospital together. People looked at us, but didn't stare. It was like they...expected this to happen. I looked over at House, who seemed unfazed.

"What is wrong with these people?" I hissed, "no one is saying anything about us!" He looked at me, curiosity written all over his face.

"Why would people talk?" he asked, and I instantly blushed. "It's not like we are together."

"Right, right." I mumbled. He gave me an amused look as Cuddy appeared. She was looking down at a file and speaking to House, oblivious to the fact that I was there. When she finally did, she looked over at me and nodded once. She continued to talk to him, leaving me to stand there looking like a complete jackass. Why haven't I left? I thought to myself. When Cuddy finally left, I turned to House and asked "Why is it alright for everyone that I am here with you?" he shrugged his shoulders and walked towards his office. He wasn't giving me answers, so I was left with no choice to to ask Cuddy. I felt a knot in my stomach as I walked towards her door, and I don't know why. As soon as she called "Come in," I fought off every urge to fucking run.

"Hello, Wilson."

"Cuddy, can I ask you a question?" I asked my shoes. I glanced up quickly to see her confused expression.

"Didn't you find it a bit, uh, odd that I walked in with House this morning?" Her expression now changed to unreadable.

"No. Is there something I should worry about?"

"Oh no. God no." I brushed off that statement, feeling the heat rise to my face. I knew she knew, watching that smirk rise on her face. She put her hand on my shoulder and laughed a little.

"Wilson. Please. I know what you are thinking. It's so obvious. Now, I can't tell if House knows or not. Why don't you just tell him?"

"I can't do that!" I replied, horrified. She was still smiling as she walked away. I couldn't help but linger in the hall, looking like a moron. It was only one person's opinion. Suddenly, I had an idea! I would ask Chase, Cameron and Foreman what they think. They work with him, so they should be able to help, right? Right?!

"I think you should really tell him!" Cameron gushed, staring at me with teary eyes.

"I thought you had a thing for him?" I asked, puzzled. She shook her head and rolled her eyes.

"Used to. But I grew up. No offense." She added quickly.

"Don't tell him." Foreman shot at me. "It would be pointless. House doesn't like anyone but himself. You are wasting your time." Good to know. Really.

"I think....umm..." Chase stopped walking around and looked bewildered. "I don't know."

"Well. Everyone has been such a great help to me. Thank you all." I walked out, defeated. When I got home later, I saw House do the one thing he is good at: nothing. Sigh. I walked up to him, trying to figure out what to say.

"House, I-"

"My team is a bunch of morons." I exhaled and he continued.

"They can't get ANYTHING right. I don't even know why I don't fire all of them." He shook his head disgustedly. He breezed right by me mumbling "I'm going to bed." and slammed my (yes, MY) bedroom door in my face.

"Yes, House. I love you. I'm so glad you came to live with me. Please stay forever." I saw his door open and his head poked out. I became hopeful until he said "Phonebook's on the table. Look for a plumber." and it was shut again.