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Dr. Gregory House didn’t just wake up one day with the resolution of falling in love with his best friend, Dr. James Wilson. On the contrary, it started slowly, very slowly. At first, he couldn’t help but smile as he stole one of Wilson’s fries at lunch. The next step was looking for his genuine smiles, wanting to make them happen because they brightened up his day.
But it wasn’t until he woke up in the middle of the night after a rather suggesting dream about him and Wilson that he actually realized he loved his best friend. He slowly rolled over in his bed and glared at the clock. 2 am. Great. He sighed relieved as his phone started to ring with the tune of the team.
He picked up. “Yes?”
Foreman started to introduce the newest case, but House wasn’t really listening to it, he was still too distracted from the thing his brain made up.
“House?” Foreman sounded a bit worried, even though he always tried to hide it. “Are you still there?”
“Yes. Start to do these tests.” He started to list all the tests he thought the patient would need.
“Are you coming over?”
House actually considered that, but he sighed. He needed some more sleep and maybe even some masturbating. “I’ll see you in the morning.” He snapped before he hung up.
*
When House limped into the hospital, he glanced over at Cuddy. He was thinking about embarrassing her a bit – or a lot – but he spotted Wilson first. He wanted to rush over to him and kiss him and smother him with hugs. But he needed to figure out how the oncologist felt about him. So he ignored the younger doctor as well.
Wilson walked over to him and smiled. “Morning. How are you today?”
House just stared at Wilson for a bit. His brain was coming up with all sort of answers, but he just couldn’t decide what to say, which was unusual for him.
“Hello, earth to House?” Wilson waved his hand in front of his eyes.
“Yes, I’m fine.” House smiled weakly. “Not on Vicodin, not hallucinating and perfectly fine.”
“Why are you so defensive all of a sudden? I ask you this every day.” The oncologist looks worried at House.
“I’m still fine.” He ignored the younger doctor and walked over to his office where his team was waiting with the results of the tests.
*
Wilson was confused with the reaction of his best friend. What had changed overnight that House would not talk to him without getting nervous and defensive? He shrugged. It was probably just the leg hurting or something like that. He walked over to the clinic – one of the results of House’s last prank with Cuddy – for his last couple of clinic hours. He took one of the files and quickly read it through. All the symptoms looked like a simple cold, so he should be out of that room quickly.
“So… Mr.” he quickly looked the name up in the name. “Smith. “ He smiled reassuringly. “So how do you feel exactly?”
*
House was sitting behind his desk, resting his head on his hands. Wilson. His best friend. He was in love with his best friend. His brain was working in overtime while he tried to find a solution to this. He sighed. He couldn’t possibly figure this out with only four hours of sleep – because, surprise surprise, he hadn’t slept after the Wilson dream – so he got up and sat down in his chair, closing his eyes and slowly falling asleep, hoping that he wouldn’t have another dream.
*
When Wilson looked back up to the patient to see him holding a gun and pointing it at him.
“Now, there’s no need to overreact, how about you just put the gun down...” He held his hands up in defense.
“Get me House in the next hour or I’ll shoot you.”
“And how am I supposed to do that when you point a gun at my head?”
“Call someone. You’re not leaving until House is here.” The man’s hand was trembling, making the chance that he’d shoot him by accident bigger.
Wilson nodded and walked over to the phone in the room. He called House first, but since he wasn’t picking up, he then moved on to his team.
It was Chase who picked up this time. “Yes?”
“Hi, Chase.” He started nervously before quickly explaining the situation. “So please get him in under an hour, or I’m dead.” He sounded nervous and it was only now that he realized he was trembling on his feet.
Chase didn’t even say anything to him and just hung up, which Wilson presumed was a good sign, that he was going to look for House immediately.
59 minutes left.