House MD Oneshots + Imagines

La Vie En Rose (Gregory House x James Wilson)

James Wilson is heartbroken as he walks through the front door of Gregory House's apartment, his bag of leftovers in one hand and his keys in the other.

"Oh, God," He groans and locks the door behind him before setting the food down on the coffee table. Unsurprisingly, House opens the bag, pulls out the box, and starts eating what's left of Wilson's steak, mashed potatoes, and brussel sprouts with the plastic fork the restaurant provided. "It was terrible."

"Sounds optimistic. I just can't wait to meet her," House rolls his eyes and looks Wilson up and down as the oncologist sits next to him on the living room couch. "Where's she at?"

"Not right now, House," Wilson loosens his tie, leans his head back against the couch, and covers his face with his hands. He wants to scream, cry, and laugh all at the same time. "I'm really not in the mood."

"What happened?"

"It went horribly. It was so bad, House, I don't even know where to start," Wilson complains and holds his head in his hands, thinking back to the date. He and this woman had mediocre chemistry at best to start with, but then they started having small talk and he brought up the fact that he was an oncologist and things took a turn for the worst. She broke down crying at the dinner table, vented to him about how her friends had pushed her to start dating again even though she still missed her dead husband after two years, talked about how evil pancreatic cancer was so loudly that it caught the attention of nearly everyone in the restaurant. "I told her I was an oncologist and she started talking about her ex who died of cancer. It ruined the whole date and she didn't seem even remotely interested in going on another one, which I can't blame her for. Not sure if I'm upset that the date went badly or if I'm upset that her utterly hopeless grief and sorrow just killed my mood for the next week."

"Tough. Guess that comes with the profession," House shrugs whilst finishing off Wilson's food- probably forty dollars worth of leftovers from an expensive restaurant that he won't eat at again any time soon. "That's also what you get for looking in the newspaper catalogue for a date anyway. I mean, seriously? Who does that anymore?"

"Oh, shut up," Wilson rolls his eyes. "Can't believe the guy who hasn't been on a date since disco died is really over here trying to lecture me about my dating life."

"Hey, you can't say that anymore- I went on that date with Cameron, remember?"

The reminder of the fact that House ever went on a date with Allison Cameron makes jealousy bubble up in Wilson's chest, but he refuses to acknowledge it. He just shakes his head.

"No, no, you don't get to use that against me," The oncologist argues. "That doesn't even count! You basically rejected her as soon as you two got there."

There's an awkward silence, which is only interrupted by House wiggling his eyebrows and asking;

"Is somebody jealous?"

"Jealous of Cameron? Of course not!" He exclaims, red in the face, but that only earns him a confused stare from the diagnostician.

"I meant jealous of me , but if that's how you feel..." House chuckles, places a hand on Wilson's thigh, and trails his digits up the clothed skin. It's a joke, obviously- though the joke makes Wilson jump and let out a pathetic little squeak before he's rushing to stand up and give House a harsh glare.

"You're the worst! Imagine if I actually had feelings for you," Wilson scolds.

"Do you?"

"Of course not," He lies, and for a second, he sees hurt flash across House's icy blue eyes before he thinks better of it. He's had feelings for House for a couple years. When you're so close to someone, when you learn everything about them, when you stay in their apartment, when you find them physically attractive... No matter the circumstances, feelings just come up sometimes, and that's what's happened to Wilson. Sometimes, the feelings are hardly there and don't bother him at all. Recently, they've been pestering him nonstop, hence why he's been trying to go on dates to find someone to distract himself with- it's not like House is anything but straight, after all, so he doesn't have a chance. That's what he tells himself. "I'd never have feelings for you. I mean, me and you? Seriously? C'mon, I think that'd be worse than any of my three failed marriages, and that's saying something."