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Most people under the fellowship of House always said Thirteen was the closest thing House has to a friend other than Wilson. Thirteen never exactly understood when they started saying it, but she wasn’t complaining.
She noticed House seemed to be a bit looser with his jokes, often mocking others rather than her, other than the bisexual thing, which wasn’t even mocking at this point. Thirteen later found out House was a huge hypocrite if it wasn’t obvious already.
They had been dealing with a case for a while already and solved it when Foreman finally realized it was Rasmussen's Encephalitis. Finding an adult patient getting a disease more common in children under ten was pretty much part of their job.
The fellows were scanning over vitals and monitoring the patient after Chase’s surgery on the patient. While all of them gathered away from House, Thirteen had walked past the man. It was true House became more like a loose cannon once there wasn’t a case to fixate on, but Thirteen knew that House was a grenade of chaos at any time.
She walked into House’s office with an update on the patient in mind, but she paused as she got in. House was staring at Wilson’s office with an unreadable expression.
“Uh,” Thirteen glanced in the direction of where House was, “Patient’s good. Any reason why you’re fawning over your boyfriend again?” Thirteen joked. House turned his head that was resting on the palm of his hand at Thirteen. House rolled his eyes as a response.
“If the patient’s good, then why are you here?” House said, “Shoo! Go… do whatever people do or I’m firing you,” House made a lazy gesture towards the door Thirteen just came in from.
The rest of the ducklings would’ve scattered like rats, not because they thought House would fire them, but rather they didn’t want to get House in a bad mood. It would haunt them for the rest of the week if they did.
Thirteen, on the other hand, felt something was off just because House was so quick to shoo her away.Normally, there would be a joke or two thrown her way before he shooed her out of his office. House wasn’t feeling his usual self today…
Thirteen took a step forward and really stared into Wilson’s office. She noticed that Wilson was busy bopping his head to some music. His brown hair, now a bit undone swept across his forehead as his head bopped to some soft tune. His bangs fluttered as softly as butterfly wings as he moved. It was subtle but she could see him bop in a distinct pattern.
Thirteen could admit that Wilson looked really adorable, enjoying the music as the oncologist’s lips curled up a bit. She couldn’t hear what he was listening to, but she bet it was some romantic song that House loathed—more realistically, pretended to loathe.
House grumbled something and Thirteen tore her eyes off of Wilson. “Guess I was right.” Thirteen constantly joked about House and Wilson being a couple, seeing how close they were to the point where they weren’t just really good friends, they were spilling onto utterly in love with each other territory.
This time, it seemed House was so focused on Wilson that he didn’t even say anything. After a couple of seconds, House slammed his head on his desk.
“ Fuckkkkk ,” House groaned into the table. Thirteen just tilted her head to the right as she tried to get heads-or-tails of what House was feeling. “I hate him,” House explained, clearing nothing.
“Uh, want to explain?” Thirteen watched House drag himself from his position. He waved towards Wilson in his office with his arm looking like it was spasming.
“Look at him! He’s so fucking adorable. It’s stupid. I hate it. This is awful. I hate this. It’s fucking awful. I hate how adorable he is. Look at how fucking stupid it is how he’s so pretty and cute and stupidly good looking. Fucking stupid.” House slammed his face back into the desk.
Thirteen blinked for a second. “Have you told him?” She asked, almost sad for the older man’s sudden surge of emotion.
“What?” House lifted his face from the desk again. “We’re together,” House explained. He turned towards Wilson’s office again, “Bastard knows. He’s doing it on purpose.”
Thirteen laughed as she realized it seemed pretty on-point for the two. “You’re so far gone for him,” She told House as she shook her head. House grumbled again.
Then, a feeling washed over her. “Oh, wait… you’re telling me you’ve been bisexual this whole time and still mocked me ?” Thirteen said in a bit of outrage. House was a huge hypocrite.
House pulled an irritated face, one that wasn’t directed at her though. “I gotta find something to mock you on,” House said.
Thirteen shook her head and turned around on her heels. As she passed Wilson’s office, she saw the man look up and towards House’s office. Wilson smiled at House with his deep brown eyes glittering.
Thirteen kept walking and she nodded to herself. It was great to be whatever House considered her to be, friend or not, because she could see these small moments of obvious but hidden love.