|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 4:03 pm
House looked up and couldn't conceal a smile from spreading across his face. He was in utter joy, Wilson came to him, just as he hoped he would. He wasn't going to be alone, that was enough to brighten his mood. As his moods usually showed through his eyes, his joy shown through as his eyes lit up like a bright new day. But he tried to conceal his relief so as not to look pathetic. "Of course, there's always a seat for you at my table." House hoped that came well, he wanted to show that he was glad that Wilson joined him. But he didn't want to seem desperate, it was wierd to depend on someone as much as he did Wilson.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 4:49 pm
Wilson smiled before House said a word; he absolutely adored those eyes of his. He could see House was happy to see him and it was obvious to see he felt the same way. Once House answered, he took a seat by him at the table. There was only silence for Wilson to take a bite out of his sandwich. He was so relieved that things were about to go back to normal, even if it still hurt that the two were only friends, he would just have to get over it. None of that was worth loosing House and if he actually continued to avoid him and vice versa, they may have not even had that anymore. Swallowing the food he had in his mouth, he looked up to House.
“So how was that patient you sent to me? Did your tests come back yet?” he asked.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 5:22 pm
House took a bite of his food, he thought over Wilson's question. He hadn't really been paying attention to the days work. He had been occupying his thoughts and hands with that Rubiks cube. He really should've been focusing on the woman and her needs. But in his world it seemed that his problems beat out those around him. He even laughed to himself slightly, "I don't even know if the tests have come back." It wasn't only the Wilson problem that kept his mind off of his job but the incredible pain that has been shooting up his leg. It was immense and it felt like he was in hell, even if it was a bit to early.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 12:33 pm
Wilson smiled, chuckling slightly as he took a bite out of an apple. Same old House not keeping up with his patients and seeming to be apathetic about it. His leg must have been bothering him again, House would never let his relationship issues get in the way of his job. He even turned to pill addiction to keep the pain out of focus in his profession. Even so, the pain was the only true thing to keep House out of focus, especially since it was more reasonable to hurt physically then emotionally. He looked slightly worried for House, wondering how much pain he must have been in, but he didn’t want to damper an otherwise happy conversation.
“Not surprised.” He chuckled before continuing. “It scares me how Cuddy comes into my office without notice when she left me a file on my desk when the door was locked. Careful, she might sneak into your office in the night and smother you with her breasts.” he joked.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 2:39 pm
House had been taking a drink at the moment that Wilson had made that comment, he nearly spit it out. He managed to swallow it but nearly choked as he laughed out loud. Wilson wasn't one to lean towards his perverted behavior, or at least not lean to it often. But when he did make a crack it always got a laugh out of House. "I wouldn't be to careful, it would be a good way to die." He grinned slightly, "I mean, come on Wilson, What man's tombstone could say, "Got smothered to death by breasts"? That would be among my top ten ways of dying. And if I didn't die it would be one hell of a survivor story." House chuckled once more to himself.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 9:01 pm
Wilson chuckled, his cheeks puffing filled with some contents from the lunch. For him, he would mind being killed by breasts, but House on the other hand; he could give that to him for his next birthday. Things slowly began to feel less awkward with House, maybe the idea of being only friends was settling faster hen he had assumed. Plus House seemed to be a little nicer to him, he was going to enjoy it as much as possible, since he knew once the uneasy thickness in their air expired, House would be back to making sarcastic remarks to him. Sure, compared to others he was kinder to Wilson, but no one escaped his sarcasm. Any lover House would be with even came face to face with a snide remark, which is why House seemed to look and find those who were strong enough to take it in stride.
“So, they’re airing the truck rally going on in Los Angeles, interested?” he asked.
The conversation had come to a stalemate after the joke had passed, plus he wanted to try and discuss things that would make things go back to normal. Rallys were something he and House both enjoyed, something they could do together. He wished it was earlier, he hated going home to a hotel room. Lately he had been saving for a new house, hopefully it would be soon. Even if a house was just a large hotel room with no one to share it with, but it was only a matter of time until he found someone to sleep beside him in a large house.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2008 1:25 pm
House let his mind wrap around the idea. He loved rallys, especially when he watched them with Wilson. Maybe if they acted like what happened before never occured everything would be fine. So House nodded as he chewed his food. Of course not waiting until he swallowed to answer completely.
"Of course, I'll provide the beer if you provide the chips." He hoped that this would help them get over what happened but part of him didn't want to forget it. He wanted to be with Wilson but he knew it wasn't going to happen, well not until he was willing to compromise. He needed to give Wilson what he needed before the could function as a couple.
((Sorry for the semi-short reply, I'm watching my little nephew))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2008 1:54 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 8:40 am
((xD Keigo, I'm opening a break from their lunch, so now however you decide to bring him in, then you may. If you want to use House to get Chase to see Wilson you can just talk to Louis. Or Wilson and Chase can just run into each other, but I'm excited to see Houses interactions with the team, this should be humorous xDD))
Wilson smiled and nodded; his mouth also full of apple before he swallowed. Unlike House, he was more polite, even if House gave him the option to let loose and be less straight edge with things like that. Then again, House dealt with him drunk before and a drunken Wilson was never an attractive sight. So he got enough of Wilsons out bursts when that happened. Things felt at ease now that things were slowly getting back to normal, though it would not be long until he began to desire some passionate company beside him.
“This is a rather big rally, I’ll get more then chips.” he replied.
Once his break was over, Wilson walked with more confidence. This time, rather than leaving him at the ground floor, he walked with House to their offices. Though he also needed to grab some patients’ folders from his office, this was also a way of making up for this morning. As they walked, he could feel Houses jacket sleeve brushing against his now and again. This was not uncommon; they normally did walk rather close to the others hip. It was no wonder nurses and other doctors would whisper after they passed by. That was another reason why Wilson chose to keep his sexuality to himself and House, the hospital was full of bored people ready to discuss any gossip they could dig up.
Before too long, they were at their offices, before Wilson opened the door he turned to smile at House.
“If you need me to look at anything else, you know where I’ll be.” he stated.
It was him pointing out the obvious, but he didn’t feel like leaving his friend with a silence.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 7:38 am
(( I was thinking... I'd love to have Chase go to Wilson to ask since Wilson is slightly more likely to say what's going on than House.... But then again.. Since Chase fancies Wilson it'd make him feel awkward. So he's going to ask House.))
Chase was feeling more and more nervous as he heard footsteps approach, but he had to remain calm. He was in his own little world right now, and all he could think of was how to pronounce the question burning in his throat at the moment. He was going to ask House what was going on between him and Wilson.
The moment House opened the door, he felt his intestines jump in his abdomen but still he managed bring out in a rather confident tone: "So you kissed Wilson on the parking lot, hmn?"
He had planned to ask on about it no matter what House's answer was.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 3:03 pm
House stood in the doorway starring at Chase, the little prissy punk is confronting him. He had just come back from a nice lunch with Wilson to have this p***k ask him something like that. What little of a good mood he had before flew right out the window. "Well, Princess, if your wondering if I'm on the market, I'm sorry I go for the more masculine type. Don't worry though, I'm sure you'll find your prince charming someday." House glared at him as he simply muscled past him to his chair. Relying heavily on his cane to get there. His leg was killing him and he forgot to bully someone in pharmacy to get him his pills. When he ploped down into the seat he had a minor relief from the pain.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2008 9:54 am
"So you're actually with Wilson?" He stared at House in amazement. "You're actually GAY!? Does Cuddy know? You can't date colleagues, can you? You being gay does explain a lot though... Also for Wilson with all his ruined marriages... "
Chase knew he was going a little overboard here, especially with this unintended angry tone, and especially by staying on the topic to begin with, but he just had to ask these questions even though it was unlikely he would get an answer.
Hell, if House was in a truly bitchy mood he would probably bring up the time when Chase was with Cameron, even though that had been a merely physical relationship. Or... Complain about every single thing Chase had done wrong or something.
(( I don't even know if Cameron and Foreman are in the room. O_O ))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2008 5:46 pm
House just stared at Chase and just laughed a short uncaring chuckle, "Don't you understand sarcasm, you prissy little brat, or does that not permeate through that helmet of golden locks?" He shook his head, "Honestly should you be this far in your career? Being the dim-witted monkey that you are? I don't think its safe for your patients. Whatever you saw between me and Wilson, didn't happen." He had gotten up and crossed the room again getting that angry, aggravated, bitter look on his face. His blue eyes were cold enough to chill the room. He jabbed his cane into Chase's shoulder. "It didn't happen, do you understand me?" He said the last words slowly, with his cane digging into his shoulder.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 12:33 am
Chase's eyes widened, and he gave a tiny nod. What the hell...? Would House really get this defensive over something that didn't happen? That was unlikely, wasn't it?
Highly unlikely, in Chase's opinion. He grabbed the end of the cane that seemed to be planning to pierce his shoulder, and pushed it to relieve some of the pressure. It felt like House's full body-weight was on it, but he managed.
He was sure now, the moment House would let him go, he would ask Wilson about this... Or well maybe not immediately, but House's answer wasn't quite satisfactory.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 3:06 pm
House grunts in aggravation, "I know that as soon as I let you go, your going to go gossip with your gal pals." He dropped the cane but starred at him, but he turned and limped back to his seat. He was tired and aggravated, He hadn't slept much the night before. "Just go, alright." He said with a dismissive hand gesture. He just picked up his cube and began to work on it.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
