house_wilson_ghc | Drabble: Accusations

Title: Accusations
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Wilson simply can't win.
Author's Note: Just a little drabble that popped out of

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Disclaimer: House, MD does not belong to me! The characters aren't mine. I'm just playing with them. No harm or profit intended.

The door to Wilson's office opened violently and in stormed House, clearly on a rampage. He slammed the heavy wooden door behind him. "You told her!" He pointed accusingly at Wilson, who was in mid-bite of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. His eyes widened.

"What?" His mouth was sealed with peanut butter, so it sounded more like, "whmm?"

"You told Cuddy! About ...," House seemed incapable of phrasing it properly, so he pantomimed with his hands, folding them in towards his chest and then point all fingers at Wilson, "this!" He scowled as he crept further into the room, cane slapping against the floor violently.

Wilson put the remains of his sandwich down on the paper bag on his desk. "What are you talking about?"

"You told Cuddy! Why did you do that? I have no goddamn leverage with that woman when all my secrets are out and about! Besides, hello privacy? Goodbye privacy!" House stalked through the room and peered out a window at the Princeton grounds below.

"I did not tell Cuddy." Wilson frowned. This wasn't exactly something he wanted getting out into the wild gossip pool of the hospital. Three ex-wives? Not great. Homoerotic tendencies? Suicidal. "I didn't tell anyone!"

House grimaced, turning on his heel. "So you're ashamed of me?" He stalked forward towards Wilson's desk.

"What?! No!" Wilson pressed his palms into his cheeks. He couldn't win.

"You wouldn't tell anyone? You ARE ashamed of me! I knew it."

"Cuddy doesn't actually know, does she?" Wilson responded, the pieces of the puzzle fitting into place. "What kind of psychopath are you?"

"The kind of psychopath that is going to spill so many rumors into the gossip mill that you are going to be painted a freak of nature." House grinned, eyes menacing.

"What? No!" Wilson grumbled. This was not what he needed.

"You're not ashamed of your latent homosexuality, but you just don't want anyone to know? Yeah, okay." House tapped Wilson's desk with his cane, their eyes meeting.

"Why can't we just be normal? Act natural. It will slip eventually, do we have to actively... tell people?"

House came closer, every bit the predator as he circumvented the massive desk. He was near to laughing, wicked mischief all about his countenance. He plopped down on Wilson's lap, earning a loud "oof!" for his efforts.

"You're fucking with me, aren't you?" Wilson laughed.

"God, you're such a pussy." House grabbed Wilson's face and kissed him.