Summary: What do you do when your best friend falls in love with you? HousexWilson SLASH

A/n: No flames. Please. This is actually a highly personal piece, so I would really; really appreciate if you would stick to what they told you in preschool- if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.

Disclaimer: I really want House and Wilson to be mine. And yet, they still are NOT. Life's funny that way…


What do you do when your best friend falls in love with you?

It was a question that Wilson had to ask himself after the hospital's New Year's party. He had been surprised when House had shown up. House never came to these things.

"I had a feeling Julie wouldn't be coming with you, so I decided I'd be your date," he explained. "After all, isn't it my duty to pretend to be your boyfriend to keep the nurses from trying to mob you?"

Wilson had rolled his eyes and shrugged off the quip. In retrospect, perhaps he should've paid more attention. Because, if he had, he might not have been so surprised when, as everyone else counted down to 12:00, House grabbed him by the collar, pushed him roughly against the wall, and kissed him with what felt like- and probably was- years of repressed passion.

Wilson's first instinct was to push away. But… God, House was a good kisser. He was just beginning to enjoy it- when House pulled away.

"Huh?" Wilson squeaked.

There was a look of faint panic on his friend's face. "I'm sorry," he said quickly; and proceeded to limp away as fast as he could.

Wilson knew he should go after him. But he couldn't.

When he got to work the next day, he went immediately to House's office. He saw three guilty faces look up at him as he passed through the conference room.

"Good morning, Dr. Wilson." Cameron said, but the greeting lacked her usual cheer.

Foreman looked annoyed, and was glaring at Cameron and Chase, who just looked guilty.

"What's going on?" Wilson asked, curious.

"Nothing." Foreman asked exasperatedly. "Some people just have nothing better to do than repeat gossip."

Cameron rolled her eyes. "I was just expressing my opinion-"

"Yeah, and it's such a good idea to spread rumors about your boss."

"I wasn't spreading rumors! I was only-"

"What are they saying about him now?" Wilson asked. At one point he would have been concerned, but now he was only resigned. He'd find out what the gossip was, and then he'd deal with however House reacted to it.

Cameron and Foreman instantly shut their mouths. Wilson sighed. "Chase?"

Chase squirmed. "I don't think I should be-"

"If I don't hear it from you, I can just get it from one of the nurses." Wilson pointed out.

"Yes, we're all dying to hear this little tidbit."

Looks of varying panic leapt onto the three young doctor's faces. Wilson turned to see none other than Gregory House standing in the doorway. He entered the room and began to pour himself a cup of coffee. "Oh, and if you don't spill, you're fired."

Wilson highly doubted that House was serious, but apparently Chase was unwilling to risk it. "They're saying that- um, you and Dr. Wilson… uh, kissed. At the party last night."

Wilson felt a surge of panic rush through him. He glanced at House, but he was just sipping his coffee and looking resolutely ahead. "And in your professional opinion, would you say that there is evidence to support that lovely piece of gossip?"

Chase looked intensely uncomfortable. "I don't have enough information to have a reliable opinion. I would have to ask those involved."

House gave a wry smile. "Clever, one, isn't he? Wilson, I'll let you handle this one." And with that, he limped over to his office.

Wilson noted that House had stopped in the doorway, probably to hear his response.

Instead of looking at Chase, Wilson looked at House's back when he said, "No. It's a lie. Nothing happened."

Wilson thought he saw his friend's shoulders slump ever so slightly, then House walked into his office and shut the blinds.


What do you do when your best friend falls in love with you?

It was a question that Wilson had to ask himself again after he moved in with House, post-Julie. Because when he had shown up at the door that night, there had been a look that was one part hope, one part lust, and one part sheer desperation in his friend's eyes that drove the doubts from his mind completely. Greg House was in love with him.

He had to ask. He had to be sure. "Greg?"


"At the New Year's party, um… did you- I mean, why-"

"I thought you'd forgotten all about that."

"Why did you do it?" he asked again.

House sighed. "I don't know, Jimmy. It just seemed like the best thing to do at the time."

Wilson sagged in relief. "Okay."

It was a nice lie, an easy one. Comforting to believe. The kiss hadn't meant anything. Greg had just had a little too much to drink. He'd gotten carried away.

But the pain he hadn't been able to help seeing in House's eyes kept him awake that night. Greg was in enough pain already. Wilson had the power to take just a little away. But he didn't know how. He didn't want to loose their friendship. House needed him. And he needed House. He needed him a lot.

What do you do when you fall in love with your best friend?