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Just Another Little White Lie	By : RiekaDeVolka Category: G through L > House Views: 2428 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Just
Another Little White Lie.

Beta: Clover.

Rating: Hard R, light NC-17.

Genre: Mild Drama.

Pairings: House/Wilson.

Feedback: Please! Feed my crazy!

Word Count: +/- 1 336.

Summary: �Why does everyone lie to me?� Just another white lie to add to
the endless list that makes up their lives.

Notes: The last thing I�ll post in a long while� I thought I�d make it,
well, special. First time in the fandom, amused myself to death with the
characters. If I could ever be half as snide as House is, I�d die a happy
woman.
~�~�~

Just
Another Little White Lie.

~�~�~

�Why does
everyone lie to me?�
There was a
certain whining quality to House�s voice � not that he would ever admit it,
because Gregory House just did not whine � as he threw his rhetorical
question to the universe, Wilson noted with faint amusement. An eyebrow arched,
silently asking him to elaborate on the subject � or leave him alone to work on
things that were actually important. But God forbid House ever heard him
saying his melodramatic antics weren�t important, because then their
precarious living arrangement would reach a new level of awkward.
Really, there
was just so much House-crankiness he could deal with in the mornings before
murder, suicide or both.
�You just have
a face that asks for it,� the oncologist answered after a moment of silence,
when it was obvious House was expecting a reply.
�Oh, easy to
say,� came the uncharacteristically acidic reply, �when you�ve got a
face that just asks for it and then some.�
Well, his friend thought wryly, someone�s
in that mood now. House was ticked. More than ticked. He was angry.
Bristling. A step away from actual violence. Wilson was curious now.
�Buddhists call
that karma, I believe,� he continued to read through the medical history before
him � or at least tried to: House having a fit was less traumatic than a four
year old with lung cancer � and forced himself to not look up when his
friend huffed.
�The rest of
the world calls it being a smartass son of a bitch.�
�You are
pissed,� Wilson said after a moment, both eyebrows arched in mild surprise.
Sure, House�s
moods always oscillated between annoyance and irritation, but he was
pissed off, for real, this time. Really pissed off, judging by the dark
glare he was giving him for his kind comments. Wilson shrugged it off, having
grown immune to it around the eigth time they had gone out for drinks�
about fifteen years ago. Still, the glare was just as impressive as the first
time, and for the sake of peace, Wilson raised his hands in defeat.
�I�m pissed and
Chase is gay� good lord, what else will you discover, Dr. Wilson, with those
amazing observational skills you possess?� Now he was just being childish, and
the oncologist noted with a glance to the clock, that nearly ten minutes had
gone by since House stormed into his office, and he still didn�t know why his
friend was plotting murder.
�Are you
wearing one of my ties?�
There was a
moment of silence, narrowed eyes and a slightly tilted chin that was just
daring House to lie.
�My rh negative
girl is pregnant.� The irritated man rubbed his face with the back of his right
hand, twitching to get a hold of the Vicodin and to hell with Wilson�s whipped
puppy face when he did it.
�The teenager?�
The oncologist tilted his head to the side, blinking. That girl couldn�t be
older than thirteen.
�With an rh
positive kid,� House growled, �Not for the first time, from what I gathered.�
�Why didn�t the
blood test show it?� Ignoring the tantrum in favor of the information, Wilson,
crossed his arms and rested them on the desk, watching as House fumed to
himself.
�It did� but
the tumor covered it up.� He sat down heavily on a chair, drumming his fingers
against the handle of his can. �Foreman is never going to let me live this
down.�
Why does
everyone lie to me?
Wilson smiled.
�I�m sure he
will,� he lied through his teeth in the most convincing voice he could muster,
adding a bit of soothing to the mix just to irritate House away from the
subject, �And what are you going to do with her now?�
�Why, lie to
her and tell her everything will be fine, of course, that�s just what she needs
right� now��
House paused,
blinked, frowned, scowled and then rolled his eyes, before leaving the room as
swiftly as his limping would allow. All, in less than a minute. Wilson wondered
if he would reacquaint himself with the couch that night.

~�~�~

�Stop sucking
face, Chase, you�re not getting into his pants.�
Dr. Wilson
paused, blinking, and turned to the open door from which the vicious retort had
come from. He arched an eyebrow at the mess that House had left behind. He knew
for a fact the girl was going to be alright, though the tumor had left her
sterile and the fetus had been doomed since it was conceived. Not a perfect
happily ever after, but Wilson could acknowledge those were rare and far in
between. House�s team seemed devastated though, and taking more and more after
their boss by the way they were dealing with it.
�How old are
you, again?�
The voice
startled him, and he stifled a quiet yelp as House arched an eyebrow at him.
Glaring, more for effect than any real sentiment, Wilson shrugged.
�Old enough to
have dropped the spooking years ago,� he pressed a hand to House�s mouth,
stopping whatever retort was coming his way, �now hush.�
The cranky
doctor gave him an unamused stare, but shrugged slightly and leaned over to
listen in. For some reason, House felt sixteen again, so he ruthlessly killed
the giddy impulse to snicker and wondered what was so interesting Wilson felt
the need to show his immature � or more immature than usual � side at work.
�House is
straight,� Cameron�s voice said with faint indignation, �Just not
conventionally straight.�
�Not
conventionally straight sounds awfully like an euphemism for gay, if you ask
me,� Foreman replied not too kindly, and Wilson found a cane hitting his calves
when he snorted silently.
�Could we
possibly not discuss House�s sexuality? The barbs on my own are more
than enough,� Chase sounded fairly disturbed, �That�s just not something
I want to imagine.�
�Oh please.�
�I�m not
gay!� Chase ruffled his hair with his hands, �and I�m not trying to
sleep with my boss!�
His outburst
caused his companions to shut up instantly, faces paling. Or maybe it was the fact
House was standing in the doorway, arching an eyebrow, Wilson noticed, in a
decidedly sadistic fashion.
�That�s
excellent news, Dr. Chase,� the older man walked into the room almost
magnanimously, sneering lightly at the furious blush spreading over the
blonde�s face, �as I don�t feel particularly �not conventionally straight�
today.�
Wilson bit his
lip and practically ran back to his office, wanting to laugh to his heart
content in private.
Why does
everyone lie to me?
Indeed.

~�~�~

�Greg.�
House paused
for a moment, staring at the straining Wilson in bewilderment.
�What?�
�Greg, let me
call you Greg,� Wilson arched up a bit, sweat sliding down his face, and House
contemplated the possibility of licking it up from his temple.
�That�s too��
He waved his free hand for a moment, causing Wilson to hiss a threat between
gasps. �Domestic.�
�For fuck�s
sake, House, you�ve got your fingers up my ass!� The oncologist looked fairly
vexed, snarling in a very un-Wilson fashion. �Name one thing that�s more
domestic than that.�
�This.�
After House had
proven his childish little point by shoving himself rudely into him without the
smallest warning about it, Wilson was willing to admit that maybe that wasn�t
the best moment to discuss endearments with basically the least endearing of
God�s creatures.
�You will not
call me Greg,� House warned him with a glare, setting to sleep on his side of
the bed.
�No, of course
not, Dr. House,� Wilson snickered when the dark look intensified.
Just another
little white lie that would give Greg a coronary one day. Just a little
more to add to their growing counter and the endless list of half truths and
right out falsehoods that patterned the walls of their lives. Wilson decided
life without white lies wasn�t worth it anyway, then went to sleep next to the
snoring ball of crankiness he loved dearly.
Why does
everyone lie to me?
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