House MD Fanfiction

fic: blind

Hilson, smut, 1,712 words
By: eitherwayokay

House stared at the clock in the exam room. He had graciously agreed to treat five clinic patients; and, as he had predicted, three of them had suffered from a simple cold and two from a STD.

House was bored as hell. There was no soap on TV and last time he checked, there had been visitors in Coma Guy’s room. 15 minutes left. Maybe he could annoy Wilson in exam room 5. He left his own exam room to see if Wilson’s shift had started – he had forgotten to snatch his friend’s calendar that morning to check his schedule.

Over at the counter Nurse Brenda was busily sorting patient files. Beside her was a young man, probably also a nurse considering his outfit, but the face didn’t look familiar. He was in his late twenties, short dark blond hair and bright greenish eyes.

Brenda seemed to like him a lot. She leaned in a little too close every time she showed him something on the desk. Objectively he looked really good; he obviously worked out a little so that the shirt was tight over his pecs and the short sleeves clung to his biceps. The way the women were shooting him smiles, he could really beat Wilson in the seducing nurses department.

Speaking of Wilson, the oncologist walked out of the exam room with a heap of folders and blood samples. It was banter time. Wilson had just dropped his load when House approached him from behind.

“Hey Wilson, what’s with all the blood? Did you run out of leukemia patients and try to find some by randomly drawing blood from needy clinic patients?”

Wilson turned around and smiled. “Hey House, mortal people have to take blood samples. We can’t diagnose by just sitting on our ass and watching soaps like you can.”

Nurse Brenda turned around after shooting House a death glare and walked off. The young male chuckled a little. Wilson looked over and his smile widened.

“You have to be Brandon Miller,” Wilson concluded and they shook hands.

“That’s me. Considering the only one who knows my name except the dean is my department head, you must be Dr. James Wilson. Pleased to meet you, I’m your new nurse in oncology. Brenda was so kind to show me around.”

House was a little annoyed by all the polite smiling: “Oh my god, Wilson, this is a crappy day for you. Your chances to continue being the master skirt-chaser of the hospital have just dropped severely.”

Wilson rolled his eyes and glared at House. House was doing a good job of making sure none of Wilson’s underlings took him seriously any more. Brandon smiled and stated with an amused grin, “I think his chances are safe, we're probably playing for different teams.” He left with all the blood samples Wilson had recently discarded.

House looked over to a puzzled Wilson, who seemed to contemplate the meaning of that conversation. “Did he just admit he was gay? Well, that’s an introduction.”

“No need to admit that. Look at his polished nails. And that girly aftershave. But the way you stare at his ass says that you don’t really mind.”

Wilson turned to House and gasped: “I’m not checking him out. You would be the first to know if I was gay.”

House felt an urge to reply but knew immediately that that would be a mistake. He would develop a plan to find out about Wilson’s interest in men in a more interesting and more pleasurable way. He limped to his office to contemplate this further, and because his clinic duty was over after all.

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The next time House spotted Brandon, he was filling the supply cabinet in the oncology ward. House stopped and watched him. The male nurse turned around and mocked him.