Chapter 2
-Again I don't own anything-
-Sorry I'm not creative enough to come up with titles for each chapter-
James went back to his office, suddenly realizing how cold it was getting outside. He sat at his desk doing paperwork trying to think of an excuse he could use to not go over to House's apartment. He was talking out loud to himself when his door flew open. Normally, he was quite used to this, but tonight he was caught a little off guard. House came in and walked over to the couch and stated, "I think we should take your car tonight, it's starting to snow."
"Since when has that ever stopped you before?" Wilson asked, keeping his head buried in his paperwork. "Aren't you always the one telling me to be careful on the bike and blah blah whatever it is you say?" House said. House had a point, Wilson couldn't argue that. He did worry about his best friend whenever he got on what he referred to as the death trap. "Well I still have some paperwork to finish up so if you want to…" He was cut off by the older man simply stating, "I'll wait" as he sat down on the couch.
"Great" Wilson said sarcastically, not sure if House actually heard him. He knew he wouldn't be able to get any work done with him sitting only a few feet away. Five minutes later Wilson gave up and said, "let's go" as he started packing up his things. House gave him a slightly puzzled look but decided not to question the younger doctor. He could tell he was tired and something was obviously on his mind. He knew he would have to wait for just the right moment to question him.
On the way out of the hospital Wilson says, "we'll need to stop by the grocery store so I can pick up the "good beer." Wilson did air quotes as he said good beer. "No that's ok, I've got stuff to drink at home, and plus I'm starving and don't want to wait any longer." What James didn't know was that the latter part of the sentence had nothing to do with food.
The car ride to House's apartment was pretty uneventful. House kept turning the radio up and Wilson kept turning it down. Wilson did have to let out a slight chuckle when House starting playing the air guitar to an AC/DC song. Wilson had driven to House's apartment so many times he was currently on autopilot.
As they were driving, James was having a tug of war with his feelings. House was his best friend. Part of him felt like he needed to tell him what was going on and the other part felt like the past 20 years of friendship will be ruined if he dared to open his mouth. "Friendship? People who call each other occasionally or go to the movies once and awhile have a friendship," James thought to himself. No, what he and House had was a bond. A bond that most people really didn't understand, and he was ok with that. People at the hospital liked James, they understood him, being friends with Cuddy, or Chase, sure they could understand that. But House? No, people certainly didn't understand that. He could feel his palms starting to sweat thinking about the decision he had to make. He knew if kept acting earlier House would surely know something was up and start questioning things. Normally he would go to House with his problems but he couldn't do that now. He was going to have to figure this out on his own.
Meanwhile, House was still rocking out in the seat next to him. But in his mind he had his own battle of feelings. Although, he had made up his mind, he knew what he wanted to tell Wilson, now it was just working on how to tell him.