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Wilson just smiled as he headed for the car, hearing Houses cane tap the floor behind him. His hand fiddled for the keys in his coat. Things were already feeling awkward; simply House being so quiet was enough to make him uncomfortable. It was understandable the reasons behind the silence, but reasoning didn’t always provide comfort. If work went normally, then House would be asking him to spot cancer and slowly pull things back into place. Once they reached the car, he pressed the button that unlocked the doors. He opened his and started the engine while waiting for House to get settled in his own seat.


((I wanted to just post all the way to the hospital, but I wasn't sure if House might say something. Though the last post seemed to say it, didn't want to rush ahead, but I could add on if House is not going to talk, or you can just post saying they are there and working. Whatever works^^))

Wilson kept quiet the whole ride there, not wanting to push House into talking. Though he was really bitter about the night before, he was not pissed at House, or at least he wanted to think he wasn’t. Just thinking about it hurt, tugging his inner strings giving his heart no mercy. His eyes lay focused on the road, watching white dashes vanish under the front end of his car. It was a gorgeous morning that was going unnoticed by him. Soon enough, he pulled into the parking lot and into a space. Houses cycle was sitting still in the same space it was in the night before, the place they kissed; that kiss. He took in a deep breath, that memory stifling his lungs and creating a lump in his throat. That kiss was possibly the best he had ever had, even with its lack of tongue. Such a simple kiss left a rather complicated scar. It was intoxicating, though it actually felt like poison as it tortured him to know he would never have it again. After a few seconds, he opened his door and walked next to House, for the first time actually feeling distant from him.

As they walked in, Wilson smiled at his friend, that word leaving a horrible feeling in his gut. Sure, friends were better than enemies, but it could have been so much more if House allowed them to evolve into lovers. He was going to do his best not to make things awkward; he never wanted to lose House as a friend or drift slightly away. For now though, it was too painful, so he could not fake his feelings, only sugar coat them. Even though House stayed quiet, he decided to see him off.

“I’ll see you around.” he stated with a smile before heading toward the elevator.

He hoped to see him around later anyway, wishing House would later get a questioning for cancer later on. That way the silence would be forced to be broken and things would meld together. The last thing he wanted to do was push House however, since the silence did allow him time to come to terms with everything. The elevator doors cut off his sight of House, his head leaning against the back wall as he sighed heavily. Things had to go on as normal, as if nothing happened, except no one knew how much had and was going on. Thoughts of past relationships popped into his head, this was probably just another painful repeat. Most likely, he would find someone else and then House would fall into the friendship status, becoming a perfect fit. It just hurt now because it was fresh, just like when he left a wife or girlfriend, someone always came to fill in the missing piece and House should be no different.

As the elevator opened, he walked toward his office. Using his key, he pushed the door past him to reveal a darkened room. A flip of the switch eliminated the room; he stared vacantly for a few moments before walking in and getting settled. Someone would come to replace House, but it was going to be a painful wait.

Wilson scribbled away at some of the files on his desk, scanning over some X-Rays from his patients. Luckily for the most part today, none of them came positive. Those with treatment seemed to be doing well, in some cases the cancer disappearing. So far, the day was getting better and it kept things off House. Though it was every other thought, working helped place his mind on patients and helping people, which was always important. A knock came at his door, he looked up, a part of his hoping it was House.

“Come in.” he called out.

Wilson glanced down at the files, his eyes glazing over as he stared off. So, it seemed things were going to be like this the rest of the day. He sighed softly as he opened the folder and began to look at her chart. Grasping the X-ray, he helped it up to the light. Maybe during lunch, he would go seek out House. This was not going to put a dent in their relationship they had now, Wilson wouldn’t let it. Though he was mad, he didn’t want to behave immaturely about this. Then again, space might be for the best, at least for the day, but that was his anger talking again. As the day went on, he would try to feel better so this could blow over faster.

“I don’t see cancer, but there is some irregularity. Possibly a tumor, if so it’s benign. Double check to be sure.” he replied placing the X-Ray into the folder and handing it back to Foreman.

Foreman watched as Wilson made his diagnosis. But he sensed something under the surface of Wilson's cool facade. He decided he was reading too much into this. He took the chart and folder from Wilson, "Thanks, Dr. Wilson." He said simply avoiding asking him what may or may not be wrong. He nodded his head to him in a slight farewell as he walked out the door. He walked briskly down the hallway, finding his way to the elevator and shortly after, House's office. Passing a puzzled looking Chase on the way.

Chase shot Foreman a glare that could mean an entire spectrum of things, but resembled the glare of a child who needed Superdaddy to save him from the monsters under his bed most.

Did Foreman know? Was he involved? No, no way, that would mean they would have the best love triangle ever going on without anyone noticing.
Or.. Everybody knowing but nobody caring but him.

Chase mentally scolded himself for his ignorance and decided he should simply ask people about what was going on rather than drive himself mad with his own imagination.

Then he decided it as better to avoid the topic until he saw it happen again. Maybe he had dreamt it? No... He would have realized it was a dream, his dreams never were this realistic. But... Had it been realistic at all? House and Wilson kissing? Outside? Hell, he remembered his first kiss with a guy really well, and it had been in the janitor's closet in his high school, out of everybody's sight, even though the other had been openly gay.

House and Wilson both didn't seem very.. gay.. to Chase -something he really regretted- so the thought of them kissing outside seemed even less realistic. Maybe he had been hallucinating?

No, no... Maybe.. Foreman knew.. Or.. Cameron... But.. He couldn't really ask either of them, could he? If he would ask Forman, he would probably be laughed at. And if he would ask Cameron... She would probably just tell House about it. And wether it was true or not, it would be horribly embarassing. So he just kept staring at Foreman, indecisive.

(( Sorry for the lack of action, I just can't imagine Chase walking over to anyone and prenouncing his thoughts like that you know. sad I'm thinking I'll have him be completely absent-minded when he has to treat a patient so people will a least know something is wrong))

It was lunch and House sat in his office debating whether or not he was in the mood to go and get something to eat. The grumble of his stomach was enough to make him reach for his cane and struggle to get out of his chair. He was tired and feeling old, which never put him in a good mood. He wished Wilson was there to brighten this horrible day, but he quickly shoved the thought away. If Wilson wanted to, he would come, if not that would make it clear to House of where they stood. He moved towards his office door with the intention of going to the cafeteria. He stopped in mid-step though, realizing that he would be sitting alone.

It wouldn't be the first time House would be alone but it would be the first in a while. He shook his head slightly as if to clear the emotional pain that had surfaced. But of course forcing that pain down only brought his physical pain to attention. The pain made him sharp but it also made him angry, well angrier then normal. He made it down to the cafeteria and went to get his food. He got it quickly and retreated to a corner to eat in solitude.