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Chapter 2: A house of cards

Somehow, by some miracle, Wilson had managed to keep the fact that he was going to a new-aged therapist from House for almost three weeks. He found that the sessions weren't as bad as he had expected. During that time, he had talked about his job, his marriages, and even his friendship with House. He was even seeing his BP numbers trending down ever so slightly, and he was almost ready to admit that this therapy thing was a good idea. And then two things happened that were guaranteed to send his numbers through the roof.

The first thing seemed innocent enough at the time. His administrative assistant had caught him when he was coming out of a consult, and informed him that Dr. Peterson had a family emergency and that she needed to reschedule their appointment for today. Unfortunately, she had delivered the message in front of House, who had immediately picked up on the unfamiliar name.

"So who's Dr. Peterson? No one in this hospital by that name."

Wilson inwardly cringed at the question, and said the first lie he could think of. "Oncology doc at Princeton General who wanted a second opinion on a case." He turned to his somewhat baffled assistant. "Don't worry. I'll reschedule the appointment." He then determinedly turned back to continue his conversation with House, praying that House's lie detecting abilities were not up to their usual strength.

The second event was clearly a disaster by any standards, and unexpectedly happened when he was least prepared for it. It was in the middle of his newly rescheduled session, when the words, "I don't think I am gay" had come out of his mouth. What the hell? How did that happen?

During their sessions, Wilson had come to appreciate that Dr. Peterson, despite all of the new age crap she sometimes spouted, was an extremely perceptive person. She had not reacted to his somewhat unexpected statement, but nodded, and asked, "so what makes you so sure you're straight." It had been easy enough to talk about his wives, his first crush on Emily when he was twelve, what he liked about women. And then came the hard question, "so why might you think you're gay?"

Wilson sighed, and then finally admitted that he had been having fantasies about House for a while. Some had been fairly innocent, silly even, such as when he and House had been watching Say Anything, and he had fallen asleep and dreamed that he had been outside of House's apartment, holding a boom-box, blasting "In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel. Others were not as innocent. The other day, he had been in the conference room with House, looking at an MRI of a patient, when he had suddenly had the urge to taste the skin at the back of House's neck. He had even moved closer, and then had to pretend that it was just to look at the film. There had been other, similar instances, and he described all of them to Dr. Peterson.

When he finished, she asked what he thought it meant. He tried to avoid the question, but she kept gazing back at him, waiting for an answer. Finally he answered her question with one of his own. "Can I possibly be in love with Gregory House?"

But answers were not forthcoming from her. "I don't know. Maybe. What do you think?"

"But I'm not attracted to men."

"But you are attracted to House, right?" she prompted.

"Yeah. But how can I be attracted to a man, when I'm not attracted to men? It makes no sense."

"Yes, but love doesn't always make sense. We don't always fall in love with the people we think we should fall in love with."

He would think about her calm words in the coming week, but they were often drowned out by another voice in his head that asked, "but what if House finds out?" It definitely did not do good things for his blood pressure.

TBC

Next chapter: Wilson's secret is revealed