A/N- My first attempt at a Hilson chapter-fic!! ^_^ The last new episode was absolutely brilliant and inspired me SOOOO much! "Wilson" is 100% without a doubt my favorite episode so far :3 (Oh, and I know my memory sucks, so the quotes I included probably aren't exact. Hey, I have no problem admitting I'm not perfect.)

Summary- Wilson's surgery was a complete success...unfortunately his perception of what are dreams and what is reality is not up to par, especially when it comes to his feelings for his best friend.

*I don't usually do this, but I would like to dedicate this story to my new friend, MTF. You're so great, thank you for all of your support! ~hugs~


He wasn't afraid of death. He had seen it so many times, between his patients and his ex-girlfriend, that he'd come to accept it. Perhaps that was why he wasn't afraid of something going wrong when he himself would be under the knife in less than ten minutes. He wasn't scared...but there was something bothering him. He couldn't quite put a finger on it, but he felt...uneasy. He shook his head and laid down, trying to shake whatever it was away. He breathed deeply to relax himself, ready to be wheeled into the operation room.

This had been his decision. He wasn't going to sit back and watch his friend die, especially if there was something he could do to save him. After all...there wasn't anything he could do to save Amber...and he refused to let that happen again.

He closed his eyes as the nurses wheeled his bed into the operating room, and what he saw surprised him. Why would he be thinking of him at a time like this?

Oh yeah...


"I didn't come here to argue. I...want you to be there."

"No..."

Wilson didn't bother hiding his surprise. "Wha...why?"

"Because if you die...I'm all alone."

He didn't have a clue what to say after that. He stood there for a moment, speechless, before turning and walking out.


When he opened his eyes again, an anesthesiologist was gently putting a mask over his nose and mouth. He looked up to the observation room and smiled. There House stood, watching glumly as the doctors prepared Wilson and Tucker. I thought you said you wouldn't come. He chuckled to himself as he lost consciousness.


House paced around the room, waiting a bit impatiently for Wilson to wake up. The surgery had been a complete success, no real surprise there. House sighed and sat in a chair beside the bed, looking at the bedridden man with deep concern burrowed in his pale blue eyes. Part of him almost wanted to reach out and hold his hand, but he didn't think that would accomplish anything. If it did, Wilson would probably scold him for it.

The thought of Wilson scolding him for anything brought a smile to the doctor's face. He always loved watching his best friend get all flustered over something silly, because it was just like the man to get annoyed at something small in comparison to other things. For some reason, House enjoyed fighting with him.

"Nnn..." Wilson moaned softly and rubbed his eyes. When he opened them and saw House sitting beside him, looking deeply into his eyes, he smiled brightly. "Have you been waiting for me to wake up?"

"What ever would give you that idea?" House replied, smirking in his usual fashion. "I'm hiding from Cuddy again."

"Ah, I'd believe it," he said, his smile broadening. "Well, whether you want to admit it or not, I'm glad you stayed." He sat up and swung his feet over the edge of the bed as he stood up.

"What are you doing? You need to stay in bed, you just came out of surgery a few hours ago." House stood up as well.

"I know that." Something sparkled within Wilson's eyes, something that House couldn't recognize. Then, without any warning at all, Wilson hugged House's neck and kissed him.

House's heart sped up almost instantly. After realizing what was going on, and how sudden it was, House pulled away and stepped back. "What the hell was that?" he asked, trying to hide how breathless he had become.

"A kiss," Wilson answered, as if he didn't quite understand what was the problem. He tilted his head to the side and smiled cutely. "Is it suddenly a crime to kiss your boyfriend or something?"

"B-B-Boyfriend?" House sputtered.


A/N- Yes I know, it's incredibly short. But I had to get that out of the way so I could concentrate on the next couple of chapters. :) Please review and let me know what you think! Good start? :3