#1-Written for eggvip
Request: House wears his labcoat one day, and nobody but Wilson knows why.
The look on Cameron’s face was priceless.
“What’s the matter, haven’t you guys ever seen a doctor before?”
“You’re wearing your lab coat,” Chase blurted.
“Tight jeans. Don’t want to scare the candy-stripers.”
“What happened to your beard?” Cameron had found her voice.
House touched his own face, seemingly surprised by the smooth skin he found there.
“No cane,” Foreman pointed out.
“And no drugs,” Wilson noted smugly from the side of the room.
“House…” Cameron said with a rising note of hysteria in her voice, “why are you kissing Wilson?”
Wilson smiled and sighed deeply.
“Because it’s my dream.”
#2-Written for radiobroadcast
Request: House/Wilson at a carnival, please!
How many times was House going to ride that goddamned roller-coaster and more important how many times would he insist that Wilson ride it with him before Wilson gave in, with the inevitable result?
On the other hand, how could he deny his friend a thrill that didn’t involve opiates, hookers, horses or a patient almost dying?
Was there any thing more attractive than House all pumped up on his adrenaline high, blue eyes brighter than usual, promising that if he rode one time, they’d go to the Tunnel Of Love next.
Throwing up was a small price to pay.
#3-Written for daisylily
Request: House and Wilson, on the balcony (the one between their offices) on a sunny day.
Word count: 100
First season spoilers.
House liked to bring a chair out to the balcony on summer afternoons and bake in the humid South Jersey sun while avoiding work.
On this particularly scorching day, Wilson appeared with a tube of sun block and a lecture.
“You do realize that a baseball cap and a week’s worth of stubble is not considered adequate protection?"
“I’ve survived an infarction and a shooting. Whatever gets me, it won’t be melanoma.”
Wilson’s sigh enumerated all the other possibilities. Why do the people who care about us have to be so annoying?
It was too hot to argue.
#4-Written for secondsilk
Request: I would like anything House/Wilson, please. With kissing. Angry and desperate rather than sweet, I think.
First season spoilers
“The only two things that were working in my life were this job and this stupid screwed up friendship.”
House had come to ask for help finding a clinical trial for his patient and walked into the sad sight of Wilson packing up his office. House was sorry that that Wilson been collateral damage in Vogler’s war with House, but he absolutely refused to feel guilty. None of this was his fault.
“And neither one of them mattered…”
He let his cane fall and reached over the desk to grab Wilson by the collar. He didn’t care if he ripped Wilson’s expensive shirt or drew blood from his lips as long as he shut Wilson up and pushed away the feeling he got from knowing Wilson was hurt.
Wilson surrendered and House took. That’s how they’d always been. House had no interest in letting Wilson play the victim card when he obviously wanted this just as desperately as House did.
It ended when House couldn’t feel anything except pain. His whole body screamed out in protest as he reached down to get cane, but at least the guilt was gone.
“It matters,” he mumbled on his way out the door.