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Wilson jumped as the door to his office swung open. He wasn’t surprised when House limped through the door and kicked it shut behind him.
”Come in House,” he muttered sarcastically, “please don’t feel the need to knock or anything.”
”Why are you no longer talking to your parents?” House asked. Wilson’s head snapped up to look at him.
”How did you know I’m not talking to them?” He retorted.
”Your mother called me, she said you’re not answering her calls and that you’ve blocked your dad’s phone number,” House replied.
”What did she want?” Wilson questioned.
”Your dad has been in a car accident, she said that they don’t know if he’s going to make it,” House told him.
“Well tell her to let me know if he makes it or not,” Wilson said. House raised an eyebrow at this.
”Well now I’m really curious, you used to talk to your mom at least twice a week and now you don’t even want to go and see your dad who could be dying,” House said, “what’s going on Jimmy?”
”Don’t call me that House,” Wilson muttered.
”And now you don’t even like the nickname your parents call you, interesting,” House mused.
”It’s not interesting, we had an argument and I don’t really want to talk about it,” House looked at him, considering probing further but decided against it.
”So you’re not going to go a visit them?” House asked.
”Nope,” Wilson replied.
”Ok,” House said and opened the door, this confused Wilson, he’d never seen House give up so easily so he wasn’t surprised when he heard glass smash on the floor and the door shut quickly.
”Dammit House!” He yelled as he stood up and rushed to the door, he tried to open it but couldn’t, he turned around and spied the small broken bottle laying on the floor, “you’re an ass,” he called out and less then a second letter he fell to the floor.
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When he woke up he was sitting in the passenger seat of a car, he looked around and spotted House in the driver’s seat.
”Good morning!” House called out cheerily.
”Piss off,” Wilson replied.
”Oh so you can drug me to go to my dad’s funeral but I can’t drug you to go see your potentially dying father?” House said, “seems like there are some double standards here.”
”I drugged you for your mother’s sake not just to meddle in your business,” Wilson argued.
”And I’m doing this for your sake, I know what you’re like, you’d never forgive yourself if your dad died and you weren’t there,” House countered. Wilson ignored him and stared out of the window, they pulled up to a traffic light and Wilson saw his opportunity, he undid his seat belt and grab the handle of the door, he pulled a couple of times but it remained shut and he sat back defeated.
”I hate you,” he muttered.
”I thought you might try to pull a stunt like that so I put the child-lock on the door,” House told him. Wilson thought for a minute before rolling down the window and putting his arm out of it. He’d almost got the handle on the outside of the car but stopped when he felt something sharp being stuck in his leg. He turned towards his friend and saw the syringe that House was holding.
”I really hate you,” he said.
”Sorry, couldn’t take any chances,” House replied as Wilson passed out again.
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“Gregory House, what have you done to my son?” Wilson started to open his eyes when he heard the familiar voice.
”let’s just say he’s a little bit- medicated,” House told her.
”I swear to God Gregory if you drugged my son,” she replied.
”Would I ever do that Mama Wilson?” House asked.
“I don’t even doubt it,” she said.
“Mom?” Wilson muttered, looking out the window and seeing her standing there.
”Jimmy, darling, are you alright?” She asked.
”Yeah,” he grunted.
”Good then why haven’t you been answering my phone calls Mister?” She questioned.
”You know why,” Wilson responded.
”Oh you had a little argument with your father Jimmy, I’d have thought you’d have gotten over it by now, it’s been nearly a month.”
”It wasn’t just a little argument Mom,” he argued, “and you took his side so you can’t start getting all high and mighty with me.”
”Because he’s my husband!” She said.
”And I’m your son!” He countered. Mama Wilson looked down at the ground when he said this before looking back up at him.
”But he was right James,” she said quietly.
”No he wasn’t,” Wilson replied softly, voice breaking, almost flinching when he heard his mother use his legal name instead of the nickname she had been using for years.
”Anyone going to fill me in on what’s going on?” House asked.
”He didn’t tell you?” Mama Wilson questioned.
”No,” Wilson replied, “now if you don’t mind we’re going to go to the hotel that I’m sure House has booked.”
”You know me so well,” House said, “but I am curious as to what’s happened.”
”Drive House,” Wilson commanded and House turned on the car.
”Bye Mama Wilson!” He called out.
”Bye Gregory!” She called back as he drove off.
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“So you going to tell me what that was about?” House asked as the two men walked into their hotel room.
”Nope,” Wilson replied, heading over to his bed and sitting down on the end of it. House stood leaning against the wall with his arms crossed in front of him, studying his friend.
”It must have been a big argument for her to start calling you James,” House said.
”Just drop it House,” Wilson snapped.
”What was it about I wond-“
”I said drop it!” Wilson shouted, “this isn’t just one of your mysteries! This is my life House, this is between me and my parents! This isn’t something that you can use for your entertainment!” Wilson now had tears slowly falling down his face and he looked down at his hands.
“You told them you were gay,” House stated and Wilson looked up at him, a quizzical look on his face.
”How-“ he began to question.
”We’ve been best friends for years Wilson, I know you’re gay, no matter how many women you date or marry, they never work out because you’re a bit fruity,” House explained and Wilson chuckled lightly at his phrasing.
”And there I was thinking I was doing a good job of keeping it a secret from you,” Wilson said, “well from everyone really, I thought if I just kept hiding it it would go away but I’ve known since I was a teenager.”
”Why hide it? There’s nothing wrong with you wanting to bang dudes,” House said.
”Thats not what my parents think,” Wilson replied, “my dad told me I was a disgrace to the family and that he was disappointed in me.”
”And now he’s laying in a hospital bed, maybe there is a God,” House said causing Wilson to laugh.
”My Mom decided she’d rather have a homophobic husband than a gay son so she took his side,” Wilson told House, “it’s funny, I always thought of her as the understanding one, I knew my dad wasn’t keen on LGBT people, he never tried to hide that, but my mom was always kind, she used to let me do ballet with the neighbours daughter when my dad would tell me that boys shouldn’t dance.”
”Wait you used to do ballet?” House questioned.
”Really, I’m telling you about my family hating me and you’re focussed on me dancing?” Wilson responded.
”You’re right, sorry, continue,” House said.
”Thank you,” Wilson replied.
”But really? You did ballet and your parents still thought you were straight all this time?” House asked.
”You’re an ass,” Wilson told him, but he was smiling as he said this, “yes, my parents wouldn’t let me take classes but my neighbours daughter did and she would teach me in the front yard when we got home from school.”
”This is definitely some information that I’m storing away for later,” House commented.
”Just remember I have your Mom’s phone number, I can call her and get some dirt on you,” Wilson reminded him.
”Alright, fine, I won’t use it against you,” House assured him, “maybe,” he added. Wilson rolled his eyes and laid back on his bed. House came over and sat on the edge of his own bed, “you know, we could go and mess with your parents.”
”And how do you propose we do that?” Wilson asked.
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They found themselves at the local hospital less than an hour later, they were standing outside Wilson’s dad’s room, looking in and seeing his mom sitting with him.
”You ready?” House asked.
”No,” Wilson replied, “but let’s do this anyway,” the two men walked into the room and Wilson’s parents immediately looked up at them.
”What the hell are you doing here?” Wilson’s dad asked.
”I called them,” Mama Wilson replied.
”Why? I couldn’t care less if this fag was here or not,” Mr Wilson said.
”Dad,” Wilson said quietly.
”What? You’re not my son anymore James, unless you’ve come here to tell me that you’ve found a nice woman I don’t want you here,” Wilson tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill from his eyes when he heard this.
”Actually, Mr and Mrs Wilson, we’ve come here to tell you that we are in love, we’re going to go to Vegas to elope, I’ve already got the Elvis impersonator ready for it,” House told them.
“We know when you’re lying to us Gregory,” Mama Wilson said.
”Does this seem like lying to you?” Wilson replied, turning around and grabbing House’s face, planting a kiss directly on his lips. The two men stood there making out when they heard Wilson’s dad speak up.
”Someone get these two homo’s out of my room!” He shouted. The two pulled apart, Wilson walked out of the room and House looked back to the other two in the room. He smiled at the looks on there faces, Mr Wilson looked mad and Mama Wilson seemed to be in a state of shock.
”Call me when he kicks the bucket Mrs Wilson,” House said, “I’d love to come and piss on his grave,” House turned around and limped after his best friend.
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“You alright?” House asked as he and Wilson walked back into their hotel room. Wilson didn’t reply, he just went over to the window and looked out of it, “Do you think we messed with your parents enough cos I could go back and get down on one knee or something?” House joked, hoping to cheer up his friend, he went to say something else but noticed the slight shake in the other man and the quiet sob he let out. He headed over to him and put a hand on his shoulder before turning Wilson to face him, “you don’t need them,” he said, “if they can’t accept you for you then they’re not worth it.”
”They disowned me House,” he said quietly, “no matter how they felt or what they said they’re still my parents and this still hurts,” House squeezed Wilson’s shoulder before pulling him in to a hug.
”I know, but you’re a good man, I mean you kind of have to be to put up with me,” House felt Wilson’s body shake slightly as he chuckled at this, “and hey if you want you can share my mom, I’m pretty sure she likes you better than me anyway,” Wilson let out a laugh before pulling back slightly to look at House. His friend smiled back at him and he found himself leaning forward slightly, “are we about to have a repeat of what happened at the hospital? Cos if so I should probably take a breath mint, you didn’t give me a chance last time,” House said.
”Shut up,” Wilson replied, placing a hand on the back of House’s neck and pulling him towards him. Their mouths met and the two of them shared a kiss, it was soft and slow, the sort that was hesitant as it was new but also full of familiarity. It felt as if they’d never done it before and done it hundreds of times all at once. It was full of comfort and longing and hope for the future and Wilson found himself melting into it as House brought a hand up to the back of his head, playing with the hair that sat there. They broke apart moments later, both panting slightly.
”Well that was fun,” House commented, “same time next week?”
“Are you unable to take anything seriously?” Wilson questioned.
“Not really,” he replied. Wilson rolled his eyes and turned towards the window again. House put an arm around the other man’s waist and planted a kiss on his temple. Wilson smiled up at him before laying his head on the taller man’s shoulder and they both stood there looking out at the sun that was beginning to set outside.