Title: Proposal
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG


Friday night. TV is on, couch is occupied, case of beer is empty. Typical, really.

House reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small object. Before Wilson has time to notice the movement, said object is making impact with his left temple.

"Ow! What the hell was that?" Wilson rubs his head, looking quite peeved.

"What does it look like?"

"Kind of hard to tell when it is colliding with my face, you know." Wilson rolls his eyes, then spies a small, shiny object in his lap and picks it up. "A... ring? Um. Thanks, I guess." He slips it on to his finger, casting an odd glance at House as he does so, and turns back to the television.

"You're an idiot, you know that? Wrong hand."

Wilson looks at his right hand, then his left, then to House, then back to the hands again. Puzzled, he takes the ring off his right hand and moves it to his left. "And you're bossy, did you know that?" is his delayed response.

An hour later, his exclamation of, "Oh!" is met with an eye roll.