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When Wilson peeled his eyes open the next morning, House’s side of the bed was empty. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and yawning like a baby deer. He crawled out of bed and slipped on his bunny slippers that House had gotten him for his birthday last year. He followed the smell of bacon and waffles to the kitchen, where House was cooking and humming softly to himself.
“Are you ok?” Wilson asked bluntly. Seemingly startled by the other man’s approach, Greg jumped a little and turned to grin at James.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” The diognostiton asked innocently.
“Because you're cooking me breakfast, and humming to yourself?” James observed, starting to make coffee.
“Can a man not celebrate once and a while?” House grinned. That’s when Wilson remembered. He’d told House, in his half-asleep state last night, that he would tell him his secret. Well shit.
“House-” he started.
“Uh uh, you promised,” Greg said sassily.
“Ok, first of all I never promised anything, and secondly why do you want to know so bad?” He put his hands on his hips. He was hoping if he drew this out enough his best friend would give up. He should have known better.
“How long have we known each other, Jimmy?” House asked, putting the food on two plates.
“A long time,” James sighed. He knew what House was doing; trying to guilt him into spilling his guts. And it was working.
“And have I ever let you down?” He asked. Wilson opened his mouth to make a very valid argument against that statement, but was interrupted.
“Look, the point is, you can trust me, ok?”
Wilson looked up at him with his wide brown eyes, searching for a sign of deception or mockery. But instead he was met with something else. Curiosity and admiration. We swallowed the lump in his throat, running a hand through his fluffy brown hair. Greg was still watching him with that look on his face, as if he was holding his breath, waiting for an answer.
“It’s.. complicated, and it might change things,” he tried to piece together the last of his dignity.
“Come on, it can’t be that bad, try me,” House said stubbornly. “What, are you like a transsexual or something?” He said jokingly.
Now it was Wilson’s turn to give him a look. It took almost a minute of silence for House, the resident genius, to put the puzzle pieces together.
“Oh shit you are, that is... not what I expected. You really keep me on my toes, huh Jimmy? Or should I still call you that? Is it like, you want to be a woman?” House yapped, unsure how to fix this now increasingly awkward situation. Wilson almost laughed with relief.
“No, no. I’m a man. I was born a woman,” he tried to explain.
“Huh?” House sounded genuinely confused.
“I was born a woman, and now I’m a man,” he sat at the table, resting his head in his hands. House was silent as he placed the food on the table, sitting across from him.
“So, you're still a guy?” House had never sounded so innocent before, almost like a child.
“Yes, I’m still a man,” Wilson clarified, visibly less tense, picking up his fork.
“But you have a...” House’s usually blunt manner seemed to have flown out the window.
“Yes,” James took a bite of his food.
“Cool,” the older man also started to eat.
“Please... don’t tell anyone, I’d rather be taken seriously at the hospital,” Wilson said.
“Of course Jimmy, your secret is safe with me,”