Last one for now. My least favourite one too.

Rating: T
Warnings: Implied non-consensual use of body for sex (if that makes sense).
Pairing: Wilson/Amber
Prompt: Wilson, desparate to have Amber back, and House, desparate to make it up to Wilson, find a supernatural way to implant Amber's soul in House's body temporarily. With Wilson's overwhelming need for Amber and House's lack of control, Wilson breaks some barriers that House would otherwise not have consented to. Any rating.

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"Come on House, you can do this for me, can't you?" Wilson had the look of a kicked puppy on his face, his eyes looked watery, and his head was down. "It's only for a few hours. I just want to talk to her. Please."

House hesitated. "Just talk? No funny business?" he asked.

"No funny business," Wilson confirmed, nodding forcefully. A smile spread out on his face as he lifted his head to look House in the eye. House was still reluctant, but one final 'please' from Wilson did the trick.

"Okay," said House, nodding slowly.

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"I still can't believe it's you." Wilson sighed and shuffled closer to… Amber?… House?… Oh who cared, it didn't matter anyway. She was Amber now, forget about House.

"I still can't believe it's me," said Amber, laughing, and scratching at her stubbly chin.

Wilson smiled and leaned over to rub at her cheek. "You should shave," he whispered in her ear. He tenderly ran his hand across her chin, pulled her face closer as he did, and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

Amber pulled back slowly, and looked down at her hands, "Um, House, is…?" she paused, uncharacteristically unsure of herself.

Wilson didn't like that, he didn't like that at all. He stopped himself from frowning and before she had a chance to continue, placed a fake smile on his lips, lifted her face and looked her in the eyes. "He said we could do whatever we wanted," he said, eyes flicking towards House's bedroom. It was House's fault Amber was dead, House's fault she was acting so timid, so who was House to deny him this.

"That… doesn't sound like House," Amber said.

"What can I say, he's my friend." Wilson shrugged, and pushed himself up off the couch with a smirk. "What do you say we take advantage of his unexpected generosity?" Wilson asked, tilting his head towards the bedroom.

Amber paused again, but after a moment of hesitation, she nodded, reached for House's cane, carefully got up and followed Wilson into the bedroom.