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Summary; After working together for so long, Y/n finally starts to realize just how much she loves Wilson.
Notes; This is a fem reader but it can be read as a gender neutral reader, too. House M.D brainrot has been corrupting me lately..
Warnings; Mild language, "prescription" drugs, angst, pining, and innuendos.
Word Count; 3,802
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"Hey, you! I need you to help out Taub and Kutner with patients in the ICU hall." House shouts from behind you.
You turn around and sigh, glaring at him.
"House. You've known me for god knows how long, use my name. And no, I'm busy, I have stuff to do over here,"
House hobbles over and scoffs. "No you don't. Now go down and help those poor, poor doctors," He said, making a "sad" face.
He was right. You had nothing to do so far other than paperwork that you definitely didn't want to do right now, but would definitely rather than have to deal with House's antics.
"Fine, fine. But-"
"L/n! I need your help with a patient. There are no other nurses available and-" Wilson jogged towards you and House, though quickly being cut off.
"Nope! Uh-uh-uh, I called dibs on her first. L/n, go help Taub and Kutner." House pointed his cane at you.
"What? There are plenty of nurses down there and I'm pretty sure that Kutner and Taub can handle whatever is going on by themselves. They're more responsible than you are!"
You watch the two bicker back and forth, already feeling a headache come on just by looking at them.
Leaving would be the best idea. Avoid your paperwork, avoid House, avoid Wilson. Avoid them acting like a divorced couple fighting over a child.
You decided to walk away, them clearly not noticing just by hearing them continuing to argue.
You open the door to Cuddy's office, not even bothering to knock just due to working for her for so long.. and as well as not caring.
"What happened with House now?" Cuddy asked, looking up from a file to meet your eyes as you tiredly stood at her doorway.
"Not only House, but Wilson too. House wants me to help Taub and Kutner in the ICU, and Wilson wants me to help with a patient of his. Now they're fighting on 'who gets to have me'. I just needed a break from it real quick," You pinched the bridge of your nose as you sat on her couch and hunched over.
For fourty-some year old men, they sure acted like complete children.
"As long as they don't find you and bother me about it, I'm completely fine with you staying in here. But why don't you just lock yourself in your office?"
"That'd be the first place they'd check when they realize I'm gone. Even if I lock myself in there, House won't stop bugging until he gets what he wants." You sigh.
Cuddy hums as she sits back and organizes her files.
It only took mere minutes for Wilson and House to spot you through the windows of Cuddy's office and barge in, interrupting both yours and her, short lived peace.
"I need L/n in the ICU, stat!" House demands, hobbling in with Wilson following behind.
"No. There are plenty of nurses down there. I need her up here to help me with a patient in radiology," Wilson argued immediately after.
You and Cuddy sigh. Unfortunately you were right, House wouldn't leave you alone. But what made it even worse was the same urgency Wilson had.
Maybe if you left like last time they would give up? No, not with House's stubbornness you wouldn't.
"Why do you need L/n specifically? Can't you just get Foreman or Thirteen to help? They weren't doing anything the last time I checked 15 minutes ago." Cuddy asked, looking at the two with disappointment.
The gears turned in the two's heads, thinking of why they wanted your help specifically, inevitably and unfortunately, House was the first to come up with his reason.
"Because she has a nice ass?" House shrugged, earning a glare from you and Wilson.
"Not a valid reason. House, you could "borrow" her momentarily for whatever it is you need so badly." Cuddy sighed once more, dismissing the three of you.
"Wait, wait, what? You just said House's reason wasn't valid, though? Where does that leave me?"
You look at Wilson, then up at Cuddy from your spot in disbelief, "Dr. Cuddy, I'm not just some-"
Cuddy gave you a look and you sighed, getting up from the firm couch to leave the office with House and Wilson.
You stomp on House's left foot, earning a grunt from him. "Ow! What was that for?"
"For that stupid, very unprofessional, comment. Keep those words to yourself at least." You huff, crossing your arms.
"Oh, come on. Anyone else here would agree with me. Right, Wilson?"
Wilson stares dumbfoundedly at him with his mouth hanging open, his cheeks and ears turning a bright red. "T-that's a highly inappropriate thing to ask." He stutters, shifting his standing position.
House shoots a wink with a smirk on his face before hobbling away.
You smile and roll your eyes, following behind him.
You turn your head around to see Wilson following behind you.
"Where're you going? You're supposed to be on your side of the hospital, aren't you?" You laugh.
"I'm getting lunch." He shrugs.
"No you're not."
"Yes I am."
"James, it's 10 am.." You stop and turn to him, crossing your arms and raising a brow.
Wilson's heart skipped a beat with the use of his first name, though he wouldn't admit that.
"Well, then do you want to get lunch with me later on?"
"Sure thing. I'll see you in a bit if not sooner depending on how long House will yap on and on about his nonsense. 'It's not this, it's not that, it's not Lupus, run tests that don't need to be ran, blah blah blah, I'm on drugs, my leg hurts.'" You mock House.
You and Wilson laugh and continue to walk together.
You sigh, "You should get back to what you were doing, now. Don't want to keep your patient waiting,"
Wilson looks at you with a puzzled look on his face. "What patient?"
You raise a brow, "You had a patient you *begged* me to help you with, remember?"
"O-ohh, you mean that patient, yup, I'll uh, I'll get right to them. Right now," Wilson spills.
You grin at him and his newfound awkwardness. 'I kinda like it when he gets like that.'
Wait.
What?
"So, see you at lunch?" Wilson says, stopping in his tracks.
"See you at lunch, Wilson." You smile before departing ways.
What on earth.
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"This is what you needed me for, House? Are you kidding me?" You glare at him.
After following him and listening to him yap, you go into the ICU to find only 3 patients that Taub and Kutner had already taken care of.
He just wanted to annoy you and waste your time.
"Hmm, I guess they were able to handle it. Anyways-" House says as he pops 2 Vicodin in his mouth, an obvious hint of sarcasm highly apparent.
Though, when wasn't he.
"Seriously, House. Why'd you come to bother me?"
"Why do you think?"
"Because you're annoying and had nothing else to do?" You huff with a smirk.
"Almost! I think- and when I say think, I am sure of it- that you have a thing for James Wilson, the head of Oncology." House says loudly, leaning towards you, as if he were announcing it to the whole ICU.
Your eyes widen and you suddenly feel every single part of your face start to become increasingly warm, other nurses in the area looking at you and House.
"What the hell are you talking about?" You whisper angrily to him.
House gives a shit eating grin, "Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about. I'm saying that you've got the hots for Wilson."
"How much Vicodin are you already on now?" You ask.
"You get red, sweaty, your breathing is off, you don't talk, and you glance or look at him every chance you can get. You're absolutely pathetic at hiding it. If Wilson weren't so dumb he would've definitely known. And I've had 6 of these in the past 2 hours if that's your concern." House scoffs.
"Why do you have to over analyse everything? How do you know I'm not sick with some untreatable disease?"
"Because I know you, but even anyone that doesn't would know, because you're pathetic." House hobbles off to the ICU room Taub was currently residing in.
"..Anyway, you have a new helper. Do whatever you do while L/n does the rest of the work for you." House announces.
"House! What the hell do you-" House leaves and closes the door before you could pursuit him.
You take a deep breath in and out, pinching the bridge of your nose and turn to Taub. "Okay. What happened with this guy?"
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You loved helping out patients, but sometimes it was boring, and this was one of the days where it was boring. You and Taub just changed IV's and checked patient's blood pressure and heart bpm. Nothing like what House had exaggerated about.
And finally, it was your lunch break. 1:06 pm. You stood in the lunch line and grabbed your usual food, the cafeteria servers already knowing what you'd get. Simply just a sandwich with black forest ham, sourdough bread and horse radish. And a bag of chips and chocolate chip cookie as a small "reward" to yourself for not killing House yet.
You pay and grab your tray, heading to an empty table, beginning to eat.
"Hey," Wilson says, sitting across from you and putting his food down.
"Hey, Wilson. What's up?" You smile at him.
"Me right now." House says before Wilson could respond, taking a seat next to you and grabbing a bite of your sandwich.
He was really getting on your nerves now.
You stomped on his foot the second time today, earning the same noise and look from him as he did earlier this morning.
"Jeez. Little feisty today, aren't you?" House says.
You glare at him and he sticks his tounge out to you in response. Like a child.
Wilson clears his throat, "..So, what happened in the ICU that House needed you so desperately for?"
You groan and give House a dirty look. "There wasn't anything serious. Just changing IV's and the boring stuff."
"Wouldn't have been if Cuddy had given you to me." Wilson mumbles before taking a bite of his salad.
"Hmm?"
Wilson had been acting odd lately. Even more odd than House already was and you still can't quite place your finger on what it was.
House nudges your arm and gives you a look you definitely don't like and very obviously points to Wilson, not even bothering to hide what he was doing.
"What? What did I do?" Wilson asks, furrowing his eyebrows, making him look like a confused puppy.
God, you loved when he looked like that.
You shift in your seat, trying to stop yourself from going red.
"Better question; what didn't you do?" House says.
Wilson huffs and continues to eat his salad, clearly frustrated about something.
This was supposed to be a you and Wilson thing after all. Maybe that was the reason, because it sure definitely bothered you.
"Whoof, the tension here is high and it's unfortunately not sexual. I don't have the time for that. I'm going to go and relax in my office or bug Foreman maybe. You guys are boring." House rolls his eyes and slowly gets up from his seat. Leaving you and Wilson alone together.
You suddenly didn't know what to say.
Shit, maybe House was right..
You take another bite of your sandwich to occupy yourself and not make any conversation, in fear of saying something stupid.
If it weren't for House telling you something you probably wouldn't be acting this way in the first place. Goddamn it.
"It's quiet when House isn't here to disturb the peace,"
You look up at Wilson to see him finishing up his food and cleaning up.
"Honestly, I just think he's here to bug, but sometimes you can have an actual intelligent conversation with him."
You laugh, "Yeah, an intelligent conversation when he's not high."
Wilson chuckles, crinkling his nose.
You smile. He looked so cute.
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It had been weeks since you'd had that conversation with House and you rapidly started to realize your feelings for him. It felt wrong, of course since not only was he one of your best friends, but also your colleague. It would be highly inappropriate to even talk about what you felt for him.
So, you got a "bright" idea and figured that maybe you would be able to rid of these feelings by avoiding him. Can't have feelings for someone you no longer speak or interact with, right?
Taking late or early lunches, sometimes even just not eating, showing up to work earlier or later than he does, straying away from areas he's typically in, staying out of your office and busying yourself with things where he typically is never in.
You thought it was working. You no longer had any of those more than PG-13 thoughts of him, you no longer stayed up late at night trying to get him out of your head, you no longer even thought about him altogether.
You were in your office sorting out some paperwork, simple patient forms and bills you didn't have enough time to do at home, separating them into neat little piles despite your mind being a mess with stress. But you had a CD mix on right now and that seemed to silence most of the stress. Key word: most.
*knock, knock, knock, knock, knock* you hear before someone barges in.
"What's wrong with you?"
House. Of course it had to be House to be bothering you right now, immedietly disrupting your peace.
You sigh. It always was a sigh with this man, it was hard not to.
"Wow. Is the Greg House actually being concerned and sympathetic for one of his friends? This has to be a miracle!" You say sarcastically, still looking at your paperwork.
"Correction: colleague. And no, there's just something wrong with you." House corrects.
"Nothing is wrong with me, and if there was; I would only tell a friend what it was." You roll your eyes, looking up at House to make it clear that you didn't want him in your office.
"If there was nothing wrong with you then you wouldn't be saying that if there was you would only tell a friend, would you?"
"God, you're so annoying how does Wilson put up with you?"
"That brings me to my point. Wilson. That's the first time you've even mentioned him in weeks, let alone talk to him. Now, what is wrong with you?"
"Everyday is a fucking migraine with you, House. Get out so I can finish what I'm doing. My job." You dismiss him.
"Get over yourself and admit that there's something wrong with you. You know there is-" House says as he hobbles over to your desk, before being interrupted by knocking on the door.
"L/n- oh, uh, am I interrupting something here?" Wilson says, you shooting your head to the door to look at him.
"Yes," "No," You and House say at the same time.
"I just finished up what I was saying, she's all yours Wilson!" House says before leaving.
"But, House!-" You shout as House slams the door to your office.
You suddenly feel claustrophobic in your own space, for once wishing that it was just House bugging you instead of being stuck in the same room alone with Wilson.
"L/n.."
"I'm sorry, Wilson, but I have some stuff I need to do." You quickly say, grabbing some random files to make some suddenly "urgent" copies of.
"L/n, please-"
You rush out of your office with the papers in your hands, making your way to the furthest printers in the building.
"L/n!" Wilson shouts, trying to keep up with you.
Nurses and other doctors turned to look at the scene, finding it odd especially because they haven't seen any interaction between the two of you for weeks.
You began to walk faster, only for Wilson to catch up with you and startle you, making you drop your papers all over the floor.
"Shit.." You mutter under your breath as you look down at the dropped papers.
"Shit, I'm sorry!"
"It's fine, Wilson. Just- just go, please?" You begin to pick up the scattered papers, other doctors and nurses basically jumping over them.
"Please, L/n. You haven't talked to or even looked at me in weeks. Can we just- ..talk?" Wilson says with pleading eyes.
You suddenly realised just how stupid you were to try and ignore him. How did you do that for this long,
You sigh and quickly pick up the remaining papers, "Fine. Just- let's go to my office."
Wilson let's out a sigh of relief, offering to help you up once you'd finished, but you decline.
Wilson followed behind, practically looking like a kicked puppy, even when you had both arrived inside of your office.
You quickly closed your blinds and locked your door to the balcony that you were just lucky enough to share with House.
You inhaled sharply before letting out a deep exhale, going behind your desk and looking towards Wilson who was standing in front of your door awkwardly.
"What did you want?" You didn't want to sound rude, you just wanted him to leave so you couldn't think any of the thoughts that flooded your mind. You looked everywhere but at him, trying to distract yourself.
"I- I just want to talk to you, L/n.." Wilson seemed upset, not in an aggravated way, but in one of sadness. "We don't talk anymore, or even see eachother in the hallways anymore. I feel like you've been avoiding me. You even talk to House, and that's saying something,"
House. Oh, God, what did he tell him this time.
"...I miss talking to you. I miss our conversations. I miss you. Please, at least tell me if I did anything wrong. Something, anything?" Wilson begged. He looked so cute like that.
"Wilson, I-" You couldn't even finish your own sentence. You couldn't tell him why you've been avoiding him. It would only make him avoid you, though it would be deserved. It was a lose-lose situation..
Maybe him not talking to you would be a good thing.
"..You did nothing wrong, Wilson. It's all my fault I'm sorry. I just- ugh, fuck.." You were struggling to say it, let alone think about it. You were totally fucked.
Wilson looked at you curiously, "Y/n, anything you do or say won't change anything, I promise you. I just- please, L/n.."
You look at him with anxiousness and fear boiling in the pit of your stomach. Your legs began to feel like jelly and you were sure you were about to collapse. 'Just say it to get it over with.'
"I think I love you.." You just blurted it out. You didn't even put any thought of how to try and make it sound less.. creepy. Those five words, which could've easily been described so much better were all that came out.
Wilson looked dumbfounded. You'd never seen that look on his face.
'Fuck. I just ruined everything. He lied to me.'
You were already scared out of your wits, and this didn't make it any better. You began to feel a lump in your throat that pained you to swallow each time, you were suddenly having a hard time breathing, and your fingernails were digging into the palms of your hands, making blood draw.
Wilson heaved a sigh, closing his eyes momentarily before smiling. A genuine smile, that was.
"Oh God, I thought I did something wrong," Wilson was relieved, not only at the fact that you were upset with him, but because you loved him.
Anyone else in the entire faculty or even outside of work could've told him the same thing with explanation and he would react differently. But with you, it made butterflies in his stomach and sudden warm cheeks appear.
He loved you too.
You perk up and tilt your head to the side, clearly confused at the totally different response from him. His expression changed from one of sadness and fear, into one of relief and awe, making you feel so much more relaxed.
"What?"
"I thought you were upset with me, that you didn't want to be around me anymore because of something I must've done, but this.. this is so much better." Wilson sighed, walking to you before taking your slightly bloodied hands into his.
"..gosh, we need to fix this up," he mumbled to himself as he examined your hands, grabbing the first aid kit from your shelf and getting everything to fix the small self inflicted incisions.
You stared at him in awe as he fixed you up. He wasn't disgusted or off put by your statement.
Wilson turned over your hands and placed a kiss on top of each one before looking at you, his hands still holding yours gently.
"I think I love you, too.." Wilson stated, his smile getting bigger and his cheeks getting redder as he said it.
You let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding and that lump stuck in your throat was now gone. He looked at you with those soft brown eyes that you could just get stuck looking at.
Before you knew it, you were leaning over your desk, one of your hands on his cheek, cupping it gently and vice versa with him. Both of your lips fit perfectly together like puzzle pieces, and you could get a faint taste of black coffee on his lips.
The kiss was gentle yet full of passion, hunger, and obvious bottled up feelings. It was something that you'd never experienced before. It was beautiful.
You pull away slowly, opening your eyes to see a flustered James Wilson, his lips swollen and lightly coated in saliva, presumably yours. He looked so gorgeous.
"You're amazing, Y/n,"
You smile and press your forehead to his.
"You too, James,"
"God, I love when you call me that." Wilson groans.
"James,"
Wilson licks his lips and goes around your desk, now holding your waist with one hand, and the back of your neck with the other.
"God, Y/n.."