CHAPTER THIRTEEN

"How long have you guys been together?"

Wilson looked up from the medical magazine he was reading, startled since he had no idea Chase was awake. "What?"

"You and House."

"How did you know?"

"I asked first."

"Since my last divorce, so a few months, I guess."

"Everyone has suspected, but you know, fucking in the room next to me." Chase smirked.

Wilson laughed. "Some things you just can't deny a man like House."

Chase nodded. At the sound of a key in the door they both stopped talking. Chase watched as House dropped his bag and threw his jacket into the closet.

"House."

"Hey, look, the Wombat is awake again."

"Thank you. For saving me."

"I didn't do shit."

"You came, though."

"Still didn't do anything."

Chase smiled. "Modesty doesn't fit you."

House smiled a little. "Once you get over your cold you can come back to Diagnostics."

"Thank fucking god."

Wilson laughed.

"But…Do I have to go home, too?"

"No, not until I get sick of you."

"Like you did Wilson?"

"Let's hope not the same way."

End.

A/N: A week straight of fuckin work on this thing. 17 pages, well over 4,000 words. A Fuckin Amazing. Not as nice as I would have liked, but it works. I'd really love reviews on this baby, I worked hard. Well, if you asked my teachers it would be not worked hard, but that's just because it was never their work. But now this is done and I can try for one shots and shit I'll never finish.