Story Summary: Takes place during/at the end of 6.16 "Lockdown." What Thirteen should have dared Wilson to do instead of that silly request she made. Slight unimportant 6.16 spoiler. This version does not contain slash, because when I wrote I was not confident in my abilities to write good slash, and also because I think those of us out there who don't like Hilson deserve to enjoy fanfiction just as much as those of us who do. If you do like slash, then also read my other version.

Disclaimer: I do not own House or any of the characters. If I did, you wouldn't be reading this on fanfiction, you'd be watching it on TV.


"You say you're not dating anyone now. Does that mean you were recently or you soon will be?"

He shifted in his chair, avoiding her eye.

"So you'll talk about your sex life but not your love life?"

Wilson didn't answer. She surveyed him across the little wooden table. "All right, dare then."

"No nudity," he interjected quickly, knowing this was entirely unfair as the dare he'd assigned her earlier involved plenty of nudity. However, she agreed.

"No nudity...on this one." She smiled. She knew what she wanted to ask him, but would she dare to say it? Of course she would. "You have to kiss House. For three seconds, or until he pulls away. On the lips."

"Yeah, I'm not doing that," he responded. "Just because you're bisexual doesn't mean we all are."

"You have to, I agreed to show my breasts to Taub."

"Fine, you're off the hook. Game's over."

"No, it's not," she insisted, managing to catch his eye again. "It's the rules of the game. You have to. You're honor-bound."

"I'm not doing it."

"Fine." She didn't have a reason to be upset, not really. It was just a stupid game, and now she didn't have to take off any of her clothes. But the principle irritated her a bit, and Wilson felt bad. Now she was the one avoiding his eye. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest and she was staring at the floor. Of course, his request had been much more reasonable than hers. Then again, he'd refused to answer her question, and she had the right to request anything she wanted, as per the rules of the game. What a stupid game.

"All right, I swear I'll kiss House. Truth or dare?"

She smirked. That was too easy. "I told you I'm the queen. Truth."

They both played it safe until the voice came over the intercom again, announcing the end of the lockdown. They left the cafeteria together. "You know it doesn't have to be tonight," he reminded her as the elevator door opened and House stepped out.

"Of course not. The longer you put it off, the more time you'll get to spend anticipating it." She smirked again as Wilson grimaced.

"Hey, House," he shouted across the lobby.

Thirteen watched as he strode across the floor, gripped House's arms, and planted one on him. She counted the seconds in her head, one...two...three...until Wilson pulled back. Maybe if she'd only said for half a second, House might be speechless, but three seconds was plenty of time for him to go through the possible reasons in his head. One, Wilson's gay and in love with me. Two, Wilson lost a bet. Three, he's doing it on a dare. Four, someone's paying him a lot of money. Reason one is out, reasons two and three are most likely.

And sure, enough, as soon as Wilson let go, House responded, his expression calm, "You lose a bet, Wilson?"

"Thirteen and I were playing truth or dare," Wilson explained immediately.

House's expression changed to interested. "Is she gonna make out with Cuddy? Can I watch?"

"No, no," Wilson shook his head. "But she is gonna flash Taub, so you can stick around for that if you want."