Author Notes: This is the second and last chapter of this story. I hope you will enjoy it. =)

Trigger Warning: Memories of bullying, transphobia, transphobic language. Don't read on if any of these triggers you.

A Way paved with good Intentions

"Lunch time, Honey!"

Wilson rolled his eyes inwardly while he directed an apologetically smile at his patient. "I'm sorry Mrs. Taylor. He will go away if we just ignore him."

Not that this had ever worked with his friend but Wilson couldn't very well tell his patient that the Head of Diagnostician usually behaved like a five year old who wanted ice-cream. It was easier to hope that one of House's team members would notice their boss on the balcony and bribe him to go back inside with the latest test results of his patient. He had long since given up on the hope that his friend would get the hint when Wilson was busy and leave him alone.

"No, no, it's fine." Mrs. Taylor got up and collected her handbag before she smiled brightly at Wilson. "After everything you have done for me, you deserve some free time with your boyfriend."

Wilson barely managed to keep his mouth shut as his patient winked at House - who had the nerve to throw a kiss her way - and to show her out before he rounded on his friend. "Great not only have you proven again that you need as much attention as a toddler but now one of my patients also believes that we are a couple. If this makes the rounds..."

"Relax, Jimmie boy." House closed the door of the balcony behind him and put one of his especially dirty smiles on his face. "No one here will believe that we are a gay couple."

Wilson bit down hard on his tongue as bile rose in his throat. There it was. House had withstood the temptation longer than usual - more than twelve hours since the forced coming out - but now the jokes would certainly start. And not only jokes but little pranks and snarky remarks as well. Not to mention all the questions that must be on his friend's mind by now. Hopefully House would lose interest in a few days and then they could go back to normal. And by normal Wilson meant that House would only make as many jokes about his gender identity as he made about his ties.

It sounded optimistic even to Wilson but he wasn't ready to believe that his gender identity would destroy his friendship with House... or change it significantly. He couldn't. The idea that he was about to lose his best friend was enough to make him feel nauseous. And that was without him adding his love and attraction for House into the mix. Thankfully he had given up on moving their relationship beyond the platonic long ago or the next few - certainly horrible - days would completely destroy him.

"I already told Cuddy that I entertained a hooker all night at my home and made inappropriate comments about her wardrobe choices." Wilson gaped at his friend as House winked at him and continued. "So, we are safe from assumptions that we are anything more than best buddies. The whole hospital will just believe that I pulled a prank in front of your patient and they would actually be right for once. So, lunch?"

Wilson opened his mouth to protest - or to ask House if he was feeling alright - but then he merely nodded numbly and collected his wallet. It was rare that House forewent the chance of making fun of someone - especially someone in Wilson's situation. But maybe this was his friend's way of apologizing for last night - a brief period of grace before he started in earnest.

"You are paying."

Wilson only rolled his eyes at House as he followed his friend to the cafeteria. Of course he was paying. He was always paying. Nothing had changed in this regard at least.

OOO

"Wilson, I need a consult!"

House threw himself in one of the visitor armchairs, flung the file on his desk and stole Wilson's coffee mug. For someone who called himself a cripple, his friend was as fast as a hawk that was hunting its prey.

"Please, take a seat and make yourself at home. Do you want some coffee? I only have one mug here so I hope you don't mind sharing it with me. And please use my desk as if it was yours, no need to be shy."

The only reaction he got for the sarcasm was House rolling his eyes at him and emptying his mug in one go. "No time to fool around, Sweetheart." House grinned at him before his eyes became serious and he nodded at the file. "Sixteen year old healthy girl. Suddenly presenting with high blood pressure, dizziness, fainting, sudden aggression, muscle pain, abnormal liver function test results, greasy skin, hair loss and no menstruation in four months. Pregnancy test was negative."

Wilson frowned and tipped his fingers on top of his desk. "Brain cancer could explain some of the symptoms but not all of them. Of course she could have brain cancer and something else. An infection or..."

"No fever." House shook his head and stared at the wall behind Wilson's desk. "MRI was clean. No tumors. Her heart is also fine. It just doesn't fit together."

Wilson couldn't help but stare as his friend tapped his cane impatiently onto the carpet while he gnawed at his lower lip at the same time. Blue eyes were focused inwards as he searched for a solution to his case. God but Wilson couldn't help falling in love more every time he saw House like this. Every time he saw House, period. It wasn't healthy and he should stop. It would be safer to find himself another nice, boring woman to marry and to lock his feelings for his best friend away. The problem was that this strategy hadn't work the last three times and Wilson was unwilling to put another woman through this experience. It was bad enough that he couldn't get away from House - even after the stunt he had pulled last week. He didn't need to add another, innocent person to the mess although... there wasn't any mess. House hadn't made one transphobic joke or comment yet. No, he hadn't even hinted at Wilson's gender identity. At first Wilson had believed that House just didn't want to embarrass him at work - which was already very unlikely. When not even one hurtful comment had left his friend's lips when they were in private though, he had been completely confused. Certainly his friend couldn't act all mature about Wilson being transgender, right? It didn't fit together with anything Wilson knew about House. No, it was more likely that his friend was planning something big. Some terrible prank but... Wilson also couldn't believe that. Or rather he didn't want to believe it and so far he hadn't gotten any real proof that this was House's reason for holding back.

"He will certainly get around to mocking you soon enough. Just like he mocks you about everything. There hasn't been the right opening yet, that's all."

Wilson nodded to the reasonable voice in his head and then forced himself to focus onto the file on his desk. "If this were a teenage boy and not a girl, I would suggest you check if his testosterone isn't too high but... what?"

Wilson watched fascinated as blue eyes widened in realisation before House jumped out of his chair and limbed towards the door. "My patient is more Sam than Samantha... or what other name they have chosen."

"What? You think an intersexual condition or..."

"Not impossible but it's more likely that this stupid idiot bought some stretched testosterone products in the streets instead of going to see an endocrinologist. Although," House pursed his lips thoughtfully. "The parents are probably as much to blame as my patient. They always wanted the perfect daughter. I wonder how they will react if they find out that they probably have a son?!"

"Probably?"

"My patient could also be non-binary although I lean more towards transgender man. Don't worry I won't out him to his parents. No chance to know how they would react."

Blue eyes met brown ones and Wilson held his breath. This was the perfect moment for some insensitive question or a joke. House could even pretend that it was relevant to the case if he harassed Wilson now and...

"You always stimulate the genius in me. See you later."

Wilson stared at the closed door for what felt like hours before he finally managed to tear his eyes away and to focus back onto his paperwork even as a horrible suspicion started to form in his mind. He just hoped that House would prove him wrong.

OOO

"Fuck!"

Wilson flinched at his own loud voice as he stumbled in the hotel room and sank down on the edge of the bed. He was screwed. Completely screwed.

"Calm down. You are overreacting," his mind tried to stop him from freaking out but it was no use. Not after everything that had happened today... or rather what hadn't happened.

Wilson had believed that House would stop by his office later - after solving the case - and finally take the chance to mock him. Some well placed jibes, a few insults and a couple of intimate questions and House would have gotten it out of his system - or at least that was what Wilson had thought.

In fact his friend had actually stopped by his office but only to complain about the ignorant parents of his patient and then about Cuddy who made him do all the paperwork. Nothing out of the ordinary except for the fact that House hadn't mentioned once that Wilson was transgender himself. Not once. Not even hinted at it. If it had been anyone else he would have believed that they were decent people that had accepted him. With House though he feared that he was planning something.

Wilson ran his hands through his hair as he tried to get his heart rate back under control as it hammered away in its ribcage. He hadn't come out to his best friend because he was afraid of House's disregard for the feelings of others. He had often enough witnessed how one of his friend's pranks had gone out of control and how much harm had come to the victims of said pranks. He didn't want his gender identity to become the next punch line of one of his House's pranks but had to be his friend's plan. He had lured Wilson into believing that he was safe to increase the effect of whatever he had planned for him. It was the only logical explanation as to why House had been so decent and also why he had educated himself about gender identities.

"He can't do something as bad as the guys at Highschool," the little voice tried to calm him down but it only brought back one of the worst days of Wilson's life.

"Hey James!"

Wilson turned away from the sink in the restroom to look at the four boys that had just entered. One of them was his best friend Alex while he only knew the others from seeing. They weren't in the same class as Alex and him.

"Hi," Wilson greeted his friend and nodded to the other boys before he turned back to check his school uniform in the mirror one last time.

"Was the line in the girl's restroom too long or why are you here?"

Wilson froze. An icy lump settled down in his stomach at the comment even as he tried to remain outwardly calm. It couldn't be. He had told Alex yesterday that he was transgender, but certainly his friend wouldn't betray him like this.

"The girls would scream if I walked into the ladies' restroom." Wilson made to move to the door but the other boys blocked his exit.

"You could easily prove to them that you are just as much a girl as they are, couldn't you?!"

There was a dangerous gleam in the eyes of the boy who appeared to be the leader of the small gang. Before Wilson could come up with a witty comeback, he found himself pressed against the wall. His arms were captured by the other two boys while their leader pressed his arm against his chest and literally took Wilson's breath away in the process.

"Come on, Alex!" The leader gestured to Wilson's supposed friend who hesitantly came up to them. "You said that he is a girl, prove it!"

"No!" Wilson gasped as his friend reached for his belt. "Please, don't!" He was aware that he was begging and also that he wouldn't get out of this situation with his dignity intact but it would be less hurtful if his friend wasn't the one to deliver the final blow.

Alex didn't react and Wilson pressed his eyes shut as he felt how his pants and boxers were drawn down to his knees. He could feel the stares of all four boys on him as they took in his faulty body.

Please just don't touch me there, Wilson begged inwardly.

"Wow, you are a real girl! What about your tits?"

Wilson flinched at the hateful words and tried to struggle against the hands that went for the buttons of his shirt - he didn't want them to see his binder - when the door of the restroom opened.

"What's going on in here?!"

Mister Steinberg!

Wilson recognized the voice of the hated biology teacher at once and sagged in relief when the other boys let go of him.

"We were just telling Wilson that girls aren't allowed in here," the boy's leader defended himself.

Silence and then: "Out!"

The boys let go of Wilson and scrambled away as fast as they could but he only dared to open his eyes again when the door closed behind them. Shame rose in his cheeks as he noticed that his teacher was still there. That he had seen everything when Wilson had always been so careful after his parents had finally allowed him to attend High School as a boy.

"Mister Steinberg..."

"Make yourself presentable again, boy and be more careful in the future."

Wilson took a shaking breath, desperate to hold back the tears at his teacher's words and after everything else that had just happened. "Yes, sir."

The man nodded. "If you find yourself in need of a place to study in your breaks my office is always open to you. God knows you need to do some extra work for your biology course."

"Thank you," Wilson murmured as he re-buckled his belt. He was all too aware that from this day forward he would be thankful for every second spent away from his peers... and the school year had only just started.

Wilson barely made it to the toilet in time as his stomach twisted violently at the memories of his last year in Highschool. He had been bullied every day. From cruel insults painted on the door of his locker over tackles in the hallway to threats of death and rape. It had gotten to a point at which Wilson would have gladly taken one of the boys up on their offer to slit his throat in his sleep, just to put an end to the nightmare.

More bile rose up into his throat and Wilson retched anew while tremors ran through his body and beads of sweat rolled down his face. Steinberg had been the only one to still refer to him by his male pronouns during the year - the other teachers hadn't been as understanding. Wilson also suspected that he had only been allowed to continue wearing the boy's uniform because of his teacher's good relationship with the headmaster. If he had been forced to wear a skirt and a blouse, grow out his hair and go back to being called Leila he would have ended his life.

Wilson shuddered as he recalled the fear, anger and hopelessness that had controlled his every waking hour and had followed him into his sleep every night. He couldn't go through this again. Not ever... and certainly not for House's amusement. House... his friend. Wilson didn't hold back his sobs this time as he curled up on the cold floor of the bathroom and wished for the impossible. A friend that wouldn't betray him.

OOO

"Do you know what's going on with Wilson?"

House looked up from his videogame to meet Cuddy's worried gaze. "I haven't seen him today. Why? Did he come to work wearing the same tie as yesterday?"

It wasn't funny. House realised it the second Cuddy's lips thinned into an angry line. "He looked like a ghost when I saw him this morning and by this I mean that he was as pale as humanly possible. I told him to go home but he insisted on staying."

"And you want me to do what exactly now?" House barely managed to bring the question across in a bored tone as everything in him itched to jump to his feet and check on Wilson immediately. The idiot had probably come to work sick instead of staying home like any sane person.

"Look after him. Bully him into getting home. Drug him to sleep. I don't care just make sure that he gets some rest!"

House didn't get the chance to remark on Cuddy's last - most interesting - suggestion as she marched off a second later. He waited until he couldn't hear the echo of her heels anymore before he jumped into action and made his way to Wilson's office. He didn't bother to knock as he let himself in as usual and closed the door firmly behind himself before he turned to the sick idiot behind the desk.

Cuddy had been right, Wilson looked terrible. His face was pale and worn, dark circles under his eyes spoke of a sleepless night as did his puffy eyelids and the slight tremor in his hands.

The lights in the office were on so no migraine - or Wilson was even more stubborn than House had thought. The faint scent of chamomile though spoke of something stomach related.

"You are sick."

Tired brown eyes looked up at House as their owner shook his head. "I'm not."

"Pale as a ghost. Presumably stomach ache and vomiting. Trouble sleeping and probably circulation problems." House held up a finger for each symptom. "So either you are sick or... pregnant."

The word fell from House's lips before he could stop it and he bit down hard on his tongue when Wilson grew even paler - an almost impossible feat. House swallowed against his suddenly dry throat as the thought that he might be right occurred to him. He had already suspected that Wilson was attracted to men and women equally. Since House didn't know what surgeries his friend had had - besides the obvious - and how high his hormone dosage was there was no way of ruling a pregnancy out. Still he could have voiced his question gentler, seeing the effects it had on his friend. Wilson was grabbing his desk for dear life while pearls of sweat rolled down his face.

"Wilson," House started intent on being reassuring no matter what. Even if the thought of his friend with another man - or anyone else really - turned his stomach.

"I'm not pregnant. Please... don't tell anyone."

House blinked slowly as he made his way to Wilson's side. His friend didn't make sense and he also looked on the verge of a panic attack. It was either a high fever or a neurological problem and House didn't like either option.

"Alright," he agreed lightly as he stepped up next to his friend. "I won't tell anyone that you are not pregnant."

He inched his hand closer to Wilson's forehead but jerked away when his friend suddenly jumped up from his chair and faced him with a wild expression in his face.

"I don't know what you are playing at but please... whatever prank you have planned don't do it!"

House shook his head in confusion. "I haven't..."

"I have done everything to make sure that no one at the hospital knows that I'm transgender. If you out me... I can't go through all the hate and prejudices again. I can't..." A dry sob shook Wilson's body but House was too shocked to take the chance to interrupt him. He was starting to hope that his friend was running a high fever and was hallucinating because if he truly believed that House would out him to the whole hospital then... something had gone horribly wrong.

OOO

"Please." Desperate brown eyes met blue ones. Wilson shook with the effort to stay upright and deliver the speech he had come up with last night at the same time. He had thought about appalling to House's sense of honor only to dismiss the idea right away. Threats were also out of the question so Wilson was only left with two option: Begging and bribing.

"You can have anything you want. I will answer every question you ask and... you can have pictures from before my transition. I will let you examine me and if you want you can also f-fuck me."

Wilson met House's eyes just in time to see shock and disgust written in them and visibly flinched. It had been hard enough to offer his own body as a bargain chip but to see his offer rejected with disgust was almost more than Wilson could handle. He forced himself to continue even as his head started to swim with every breath he took. "Don't tell anyone. Please. I would... rather die than go through this... again." The last words tumbled out in a choked voice as he struggled to breathe past the tightness in his chest.

"Panic attack," his mind supplied helpfully even as the world around him blurred more with every shaking breath he took.

"Wilson!"

Hands around his waist. House's voice in his ear. Blood rushing through his veins. His heart hammering away in his chest. Nausea. His legs colliding with the couch. A hand on his neck. Forcing him to fold forwards. Tremors shaking his whole body. A hand rubbing circles on his back.

"Breathe slowly. In and out. In and out."

It was hard but somehow Wilson managed to follow House's instructions. Slowly his heart rate started to get back to normal and breathing became easier again as the tightness in his chest vanished.

"Well done," House murmured next to him and Wilson barely stopped himself from laughing out loud hysterically. Maybe now House believed him pathetic enough to refrain from playing a prank on him. He certainly wouldn't consider him worth of his friendship anymore. Who would want a friend like Wilson who broke down like a little child and only barely refrained from pissing himself?!

Carefully he uncurled himself from his bent position but avoided looking at House and instead stared at his feet. He shouldn't have gone through with his plan to beg his friend for mercy after a night filled with too little sleep and too many bad memories. Still he hadn't been able to hold himself back when House had appeared in his office. And now... now...

"I'm so sorry, Wilson."

Against his former resolve Wilson's head snapped up to meet sorrow filled blue depths. "What are you sorry for?" A terrible thought struck him as soon as the words had left his mouth. "God, you have already told everyone, haven't you?"

OOO

House had never felt more like a monster than in this second when confronted with Wilson's wide, fearful eyes and the accusation that hung between them. He deserved to feel like the last scum on earth, House readily admitted to himself. After everything he had put Wilson through in the last years and his disgusting way to force his friend to come out, he deserved every last ounce of self-loathing. But Wilson didn't deserve to believe that House had done something so cruel. He would later analyze what Wilson's assumptions said about the state of their friendship after he had cleaned up this mess.

"I didn't tell anyone that you are transgender." A breath left Wilson in a whoosh and House hated himself even more. "I also never planned on outing you. Hell, I also don't want to prank you... at least not in a way that has anything to do with your gender identity."

Wary brown eyes looked hopefully up at him although it was obvious that Wilson couldn't completely believe him yet. House sighed quietly and stared down at the floor. "Why do you believe that I would do something so terrible to you?"

"You have done terrible things to me before."

House flinched at the hard blow but accepted the truth behind it. A lesser - or more sane - person than Wilson would have already cut all ties with him. He was a horrible friend - a terrible human being - and he didn't deserve someone like Wilson in his life. Still, he was much too selfish to let him go without a fight.

"I know but... what did give you the impression that I would go out of my way to humiliate you for... who you are? Have I treated you any differently since I found out that you are transgender or did I do something that did upset you?" House had been so careful not to treat Wilson any differently than how he had treated him before this whole mess had started. Still there was no way of telling if he had been successful. Obviously not, going by Wilson's accusations and his complete breakdown.

"I... it's stupid but..." A bitter chuckle fell from Wilson's lips. "I had expected you to make jokes and comments and to ask me all kind of intimate questions and... you did none of it so..."

House saw Wilson shrug out of the corner of his eyes and it finally clicked. "You thought I was planning some big, horrible prank and just letting you imagine that you were safe."

It made so much sense that it hurt. House certainly had followed this exact strategy before and if his memory wasn't failing him then Wilson had been the victim more times than not.

"This sucks!"

House threw himself back into the cushions and glanced sideways at his friend. He didn't know if there was still a way to safe their friendship but he had to try at least. Besides, he couldn't allow Wilson to keep on living in fear of him.

"I swear - on my damn leg - that I would and will never out you to anyone with or without a prank. I... I'm already sorry for leaving you no choice but to out yourself to me in such a manner. It was never my intention to humiliate you - not like this - and I... understand why you couldn't trust me with your secret before. I'm just not trustworthy."

There, he had said it. His assurances and apologies were out in the open and House could only hope that it was enough for Wilson to even consider to stay friends with him.

OOO

House was sincere.

Wilson blinked slowly up at his friend as his sluggish brain tried to make sense of what this meant. If House was speaking the truth - and Wilson knew him long enough to notice when he was lying - then he had made a complete fool of himself today. Even more so, he had accused his friend of being a bigger jerk than he actually was - and that said something.

Wilson took a shaking breath to push the guilt at that thought away. No one could fault him for expecting the worst from House after everything the brilliant doctor had put him through. Still it sucked that Wilson hadn't been able to trust his friend when...

"You did your research on gender identity and transgender people to understand my situation!"

It made so much more sense than House spending hours reading up on the topic just to prank him. Actually he wouldn't put it past his friend to spend hours - or even days - planning the perfect prank but if it had been anyone else Wilson wouldn't even have considered this possibility.

"Yes, I was curious." Wilson heard the slight grin in House's voice and couldn't stop a small smile from turning his lips upwards. One of these days his friend's curiosity would kill him - if Wilson wasn't there to save his life. "And I didn't want to make you even more uncomfortable after I had humiliated you in my apartment."

Bile rose in Wilson's throat at the reminder of that night but he swallowed it down even as a shudder ran through his body at the bitterness. "I'm sorry that I only expected the worst of you." As he had stated before, no one would fault Wilson for thinking along this path but he still hated himself for doubting his best friend like this. And everything just because...

"Someone I perceived as a friend in High School outed me to all of my peers. It was the worst year of my life."

Wilson didn't meet House's eyes although he felt them burning into the side of his skull. He had needed his friend to know why he had been ready to jump to the worst possible assumptions but he didn't want to see pity in his friend's eyes.

"That's why you said it."

The voice of his friend sounded hoarse as if he was fighting back tears but Wilson couldn't bring himself to check for any moisture in the blue depths. He wasn't sure if it would break him completely if he found his friend's eyes wet or if it would be worse if they were dry. He wasn't sure of much anymore. Still he understood to which words House was referring although he didn't feel like talking about how he had admitted that he would rather end his life than face the bullying of his peers - again.

"I said a great many things." Wilson tried for a light tone and even forced a dry chuckle past his lips. "I didn't want to disgust you by offering you... sex, by the way. I was desperate." Another chuckle that Wilson barely kept from turning into a sob as he realised how vulnerable these words made him. House could easily agree with him and tell him that Wilson was right and that he was disgusted by the mere notion of sleeping with him. Not that Wilson had ever had any hope of becoming his friend's lover but... a man could dream. And if House shattered these dreams now then... Wilson didn't know if he could ever meet his friend's eyes again.

"You're right." Wilson flinched at the monotone voice next to him. "I was repulsed when you offered me to fuck you."

"I see." His throat constricted painfully as he breathed past the pain and the lump of tears that seemed to choke him. "I need to do my rounds so if you..."

Wilson stumbled to his feet - not sure if his legs would even hold him - but was stopped in his attempt to escape as hand grabbed his wrist.

"House, please." Wilson didn't care that he was begging again but he needed to get away before he broke down once more. "I get that you won't out me and that we are still friends although you find my body repulsive. It's fine. It get it... I..."

"You are such an idiot."

An exasperated sigh - a well-known sound - was huffed out next to him before House got to his feet. "Look at me, Wilson."

He turned towards the voice but didn't look up at his friend. Couldn't House leave him alone for half an hour to give him the chance to get himself back together before he made demands of him again?

"James, please."

His head snapped up at the use of his first name and he almost stumbled back under the weight of his friend's gaze that held more feelings than Wilson had ever thought possible. Self-loathing, insecurity, understanding, hesitance, wary amusement and... resolve.

"Feel free to hit me if you want to."

"What..."

Wilson didn't get to voice either question nor protest as insistent lips closed over his in a gentle, but determined kiss. Stubble scratched his skin as House's mouth moved against his but before Wilson could return the kiss his friend withdrew.

"I could never be repulsed by you or your body," House murmured in a softer voice than Wilson had ever heard. "I was repulsed by the idea of taking you against your will, of being such a terrible friend that you would consider me cruel enough to... rape you."

The last words were only rasped out as the strong voice of his friend broke and a shudder ran through his body. "I have wanted you for a long time. Not just as a fuck-buddy but... as a lover." The hand that wasn't holding Wilson's clenched at House's side. It was obvious how much this confession cost him but Wilson couldn't have stopped him if he wanted. His heart was racing again but this time with hope and longing and he only prayed that he wouldn't collapse before he could hear his friend out.

"I love you, James." House grinded his teeth so hard that Wilson feared they would split. "I understand if you don't want me because well..." A bitter smile turned his friend's lips upwards to form an ugly grimace. "I am a man. Worse even I'm a heartless, manipulative bastard who hurt you more often than anyone can count and I... just wanted you to know how much you mean to me."

House visibly deflated after his little speech came to an end and averted his eyes. He looked like he expected Wilson to laugh at him. Mock him for his sappy love confession and throw him out of his office. Nothing could be further from the truth.

"Greg..."

This time, it was Wilson who crossed the space between them and stole a kiss from downturned lips. The contact was tender and soft, fueled by longing and love and Wilson could have stayed like this for hours - just feeling and tasting his friend - but he forced himself to break the kiss.

"I love you, too. I have for a long time."

They stared at each other. Happiness was mirrored in both their eyes and then... House shook his head. "You are overtired and emotionally exhausted. You can't make such decisions right now. You..."

"Yes, I can." Wilson placed a firm kiss on his friend's lips again. He wouldn't allow House to talk down what they had just found. "I need this. I need you... and I want you."

Cautious joy filled blue eyes but House still looked skeptical. "How do I know that you don't change your mind tomorrow? That it wasn't just a flux or some version of the Stockholm syndrome or...

Wilson interrupted House's painful doubts with a firm kiss - he should have figured out sooner that this was the way to shut his friend up. "I love you. I will tell you every day if you need to hear it, just please..."

The doubt finally melted away as blue eyes softened and their lips found each other's again. This time it took longer until they parted and finally met each other's gaze with a smile.

"Every day," House reminded him as he pressed their foreheads together and Wilson didn't fight the huge smile that made him look like a lunatic as he agreed. "Every day."