house-hussy

[house-hussy]

Dr. Wilson’s bleeding heart. Chapter Two: Dinner on the house.

Reader x James Wilson

Summary: Y/N is a talented geneticist, working clinic at Princeton Plains-burro for a chance to work near the world renowned Gregory House. What you never expected was to fall head over heels in love with his best friend, Dr. James Wilson.

Which of course isn't an issue until House's obsessive nature decides that you and Wilson's relationship is its next fixation, putting a strain on your relationship you never could have prepared for.

A small black dress with silver earrings. You questioned it a few times, was it too casual, too nice, too short, but it was too late now. You felt the sweat on your palms against the steering wheel.

You didn't know why you were so nervous. Yes Dr. Wilson was extremely cute and sweet, but it's not like you were drooling over the guy. You aren't even entirely sure what this dinner is supposed to be, a date, or just a dinner between colleagues discussing an exciting new medical breakthrough. You knew what you wanted it to be, but as the great philosopher Jagger once said, "you can't always get what you want".

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You walked in the front door of Giovanni's right at eight, it was nicer than you had expected it to be. That didn't help your anxiety. Just as you were about to text Wilson to ask him if he was there yet, you saw him wave at you from across the left side of the dining room. You couldn't help but smile as you approached the table.

As you got closer you got a better look at him -guess you didn't overdress. He was wearing a freshly ironed white button down with the top two buttons open, and a simple pair of black pants. Somehow he was even cuter outside of his white doctor coat.

"Hey! I'm so glad you made it." He said beaming. You were relieved that he seemed just as excited to see you as you were for him. You take the seat across from him.

"Hi! Yeah me too, I am starving." You say, immediately cringing internally, you didn't mean to sound like you were cruising for a free meal, nice work. But he didn't seem to notice.

"How was the drive over here?" He asks looking a bit nervous.

"It was fine just some traffic, I'm really glad I made it on time I was afraid I was gonna be late because of the crash on 34th"

"Oh my gosh, I hope everyone was okay." He says with a concerned tone.

'Great job (Y/N)', you think to yourself. 'Nothing more romantic than gluttony and car crashes.'

"Yeah everyone was fine it was super minor. How about you? Make it here okay?" You ask. The small talk was killing you, at work everything felt natural, like you guys always had something to talk about, but now for some reason you feel like the most boring person ever. Thankfully, the waitress interrupts before he can answer, buying you some time to break the tension.

"Hello! I'm Samantha, I'll be your waitress today. Can I get you started with something to drink? Tonight we have this incredible blue chardonnay as a special" she says expectantly. You aren't much of a drinker but you figured you could use it tonight.

"Yeah I'll try that, sounds delicious" you reply smiling.

"I'll have one too, actually you know what how about we just get a bottle." He says. You guess he's just as nervous as you are.

"Alright sounds good I will be back with that in a little bit" she smiles and walks away.

"I don't think I've ever had a blue chardonnay before" you say looking at Wilson again. You could make this work, at least until she came back with the wine.

"That's because there is no such thing. It's just a marketing tactic" he replies with a smug smile.

"Look I haven't worked in a restaurant since med school and I don't drink like ever, cut me a little slack."

"Oh no way, I also worked in a restaurant in med school"

"Back of house?"

"Server"

"Oh yeah of course how silly of me" I chuckle.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asks trying to sound defensive but wearing a massive goofy smile on his face.

"Just that you clearly have an excellent bedside manner" you retort, laughing. You still can't tell if he's flirting or not, but at least you feel more relaxed. "Well Dr. Wilson, thank you for inviting me out tonight, this is lovely."

"Oh you can call me James" he replies. Is this flirting? Who knows how many other coworkers he's on a first name basis with. But you tell yourself to stop being an overthinking dork.

"Well James, you can call me (Y/N)" you say, definitely blushing a little. The wine finally comes and you don't even feel like you need it anymore. But you drink it nonetheless, and it's the most awful thing you've ever drank. James shares the same sentiment. You laugh about the drink, you laugh about work, and you start to realize, yeah, this might be a date.

"You know this is kind of silly but before I decided to go to med school I actually wanted to major in film." You say smiling widely, feeling a little flush from the alcohol.

"You're kidding" he says with a deadpan look on his face. "I was actually an actor in college."

"That's crazy, what did you act in?"

He pauses for a moment, with a look on his face like he regretted bringing it up. "Nothing you would have seen"

"Oh come on"

"Maybe I'll tell you after a few more glasses but it is genuinely the most mortifying thing I have ever done."

"Oh stop now you HAVE to tell me" you say giggling uncontrollably. He doesn't tell you, but you sure as hell won't forget to bother him about it at work. You can't remember the last time you've laughed this much. How was he so charming and funny, and single. Part of you wanted to be cautious, like this was too good to be true, but a bigger part of you had went from kind of liking him to really liking him.

The rest of the dinner is incredible. You can't remember the last time you've clicked like this with another human being. You were probably at that table for three or four hours before you finally got up to go.

James walked with you to your car, standing oh so close the entire time. So close that you could smell his cologne, the man smelled incredible. Once you get to your car you lean on the driver's side door.

"Thank you so much for dinner tonight, it was a lot of fun." You said smiling at him. Wow he was so close.

"You're very welcome I had a great time. How would you feel about doing this again sometime?" He spoke more confidently with the Chardonnay in his system, even if he was slurring his words just a little.

"I would love that" you reply. You study his face. He really does have pretty eyes, a great facial structure. You wanted to lean in for a kiss, and part of you thought he did to, but alas.

"Have a great night (Y/N)" he says stepping back so you can open the car door.

"Goodnight James." You sit in your car and close the door behind you, watching him walk in the opposite direction. Dang, you should have kissed him. At least that's what you say to yourself as your drive home, but realistically, you just didn't have the balls to make a move like that. The only thing you knew, was that you were way to excited to see him tomorrow.

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The next morning at work you feel a mix of excitement and anxiety, waiting to pass Wilson during lunch or while delivering files. You hadn't called or texted since last night, not wanting to come off too strongly, but wow did you want too. And then the excuse came. You had some files you needed to deliver to the head of cardiology, who was conveniently two doors down from the head of oncology.

You walked nervously down the halls, peering cautiously around every corner. You aren't sure why, Wilson isn't a ghost, just a cute guy.

You were a little disappointed when you got all the way down to the head of cardiology and you saw his door was shut, but you knew you would see him at some point that day. All you could do was sigh and deliver the file to Dr. Smith, who eagerly accepted the case.

He thanked you and you left, and just as you closed the door behind you, you saw Dr. House himself, come boldly out of Wilson's office. He stopped in his tracks and gave you a strange look. All you could do was smile at him.

You start to walk away before hearing House shout, "Dr. (Y/L/N)". You turned around, shocked that he even knew your name.

"Yes Dr. House?" You respond. As much as you had wanted to talk to him, you didn't have the words in that moment.

"When did you start working up here?" He asks limping over. You were taken aback by his interest in you, but managed not to show it.

"I'm working clinic actually I just needed to deliver a case to Dr. Smith"

"What is a well respected geneticist with a specialty in a rare metabolic disorder doing working clinic in a learning hospital?" He asks accusatorially. Okay now that was weird. He had no reason to know that much about you.

"What's a world renowned diagnostic head doing interrogating a newbie?" You retort. Even you were a little surprised at your defensiveness. You had been warned that Dr. House was... abrasive to say the least, but you hadn't expected to be the brunt of it before even being fully introduced.

"A brilliant doctor can't take an interest in a less brilliant doctor's work?" He responds with a sarcastic undertone. But you don't let it phase you. If you know anything about people like him it's that you can't let him bully you into submission. You still needed his respect if he would be of any use to you.

"Not a doctor with actual work to do." You retort.

"Well I'm sure you can't have that much work to do if you're spending your time drinking at a restaurant with coworkers you don't ever work with. I at least have the decency to drink at home alone."

Abrasive is one thing, but why does he care about your dinner with Wilson? And furthermore, why would Wilson tell this prick about it in the first place.

"Good point" you reply. "I should get back to work" and with that you turn on your heels and high tail it out of there. That was not how you thought your first conversation with the man was going to go. You knew you would need to talk to him again eventually considering that's why you started working there in the first place, but now that you knew first hand what he was like, you needed to mentally prepare for it first.

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Wilson exits the elevator leading into the clinic. You wave as you spot him, a wide smile on your face. He smiles back and begins walking over to you.

You weren't sure if you should bring up your earlier interaction with House. You almost wanted to ask him why he told House about your dinner in the first place, but you figured you weren't on good enough terms quite yet to start being accusatory.

"Well hello Dr. Wilson." You say with a smile. You weren't quite used to the first name basis thing yet so you figured you'd just stick to Wilson at work.

"Dr. (Y/L/N), hello how has clinic been today?" He beams. The house thing wasn't that big of a deal, you could bring it up another time if it got any worse.

"Same old same old, Oncology?" You reply.

"Mostly just paperwork today. I don't usually see many patients on Tuesdays it's more of an in office day."

"Honestly I envy that, I wish I could have paperwork days." You chuckle. All you were really thinking about was your dinner. You wanted to bring it up, hell you wanted to just straight up ask if it was a date but you decided against it. Thankfully you didn't have to.

"I wanted to tell you I had a lovely time last night" he says. Your heart flutters a little.

"So did I. We should do it again sometime" at this point you could feel the stupid grin on your face but you just couldn't hold it back.

"Yeah um.." he pauses for a moment. Uh Oh. "I actually have an event this weekend. A colleague of mine is giving a presentation at this conference in Glassboro, I was wondering if you maybe wanna be my plus one." Ok maybe I shouldn't have been so nervous. "It sounded like something that might interest you" he adds hurriedly. Can this dude not tell you like him already?

"That sounds wonderful." You reply grinning. "I assume we're carpooling?"

"Yeah! I can pick you up around 7 on Friday and we'll make it to the hotel around 10ish."

"That works for me I'm not off until five so it'll give me time to pack."

"Perfect, well you have my number, just call if you have any questions."

"Alright will do, I'll see you on Friday Dr. Wilson." You flash him one more smile. It had been quite a while since you'd been to a medical conference. Doesn't help you come any closer to figuring out if this is a professional or personal relationship, but you will certainly find out this weekend.

The whole ordeal makes you completely forget about your weird interaction with House in the hallway. But you would remember soon enough.

[house-hussy]

Dr. Wilson’s bleeding heart: Chapter One

Dr. James Wilson X reader

Summary: Y/N is a talented geneticist, working clinic at Princeton Plains-burro for a chance to work near the world renowned Gregory House. What you never expected was to fall head over heels in love with his best friend, Dr. James Wilson.

Which of course isn't an issue until House's obsessive nature decides that you and Wilson's relationship is its next fixation, putting a strain on your relationship that you never could have prepared for.

Working clinic duty at Princeton Plains-burro was bittersweet. Working with patients was always rewarding, gave you a sense of accomplishment and a bigger purpose outside of yourself. But ultimately it was never completely fulfilling.

You are a geneticist. Hardly a roll to condemn you to hours a day in a free clinic. Before you accepted this job you were leading a study on treatments for Hypophosphatasia, a metabolic genetic disorder. Your aunt Snow, one of the closest family members you had, had passed away from it far to soon for your liking, Sparking your passion for treating it. Sometimes you question why you walked away, but you know ultimately it was for the greater good. Because of what drew you to Princeton in the first place. Dr. Gregory House.

Of course he didn't just have an available spot on the team, he was known to be stubborn in who he hires and from the sounds of it, hasn't hired anyone new in years. All you've managed to get from him so far is a few passing, boob glances in the hallway, never having the courage to actually walk up to him. The head of the diagnostics department. Although diagnosing HPP isn't the issue, it's how to treat it, it's a puzzle nonetheless. And puzzles, as you've heard, are Dr. House's specialty. You would work up to House eventually, you can wipe a few more noses for the greater good.

The first four days took some adjusting but you got into a groove with things, and then one day that groove was thrown off in the best way possible.

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"I'm so sorry that I've delayed your briefing for so long" said Dr Cuddy as she beckons you to follow her out her office doors. "I've had a bit of a crazy week and usually we hire people in groups, so I guess it must have slipped my mind. You've probably explored the clinic by now" she points.

"Yes very well" you reply shortly with a smile. You can't pretend she doesn't intimidate you just a little bit, but you try to act cool nonetheless. You follow her through the seemingly endless hallways of the hospital, passing patient rooms, conference rooms, offices. With a formal introduction to each department head in the building, just in case you ever need a consult. You were looking forward to your formal introduction to House but when you and Cuddy got to his office, he wasn't there. Cuddy sighs, almost as if this is exactly what she'd expected, but she quickly moves on.

"Okay, last introduction of the day," she breathes, "I'm sure you're tired of shaking hands by now"

"Oh I don't mind at all." You reply. "I'll take shaking hands over sticking a needle in a squirmy five year olds arm"

Dr Cuddy gives a polite smile at your futile attempt at a joke (great job) , knocking three times on the door at the end of the hallway. It reads, "Dr. James Wilson; head of Oncology"

"Come in" you hear a male voice call from the other side. Cuddy proceeds to open the door.

"Hi!" You say as you enter. The first thing you notice is his dopey little smile, a welcoming smile at that which is more than you had received from the other doctors who were no doubt busy filing pointless paperwork. He had short but flowey brown hair, dark brown eyes, and the cutest smile lines that outlined his cheek bones. "Wow he's cute" you think to yourself.

"Hi I'm Dr. Wilson" he replies, reaching out his hand to shake yours. You noticed his sleeves were rolled up halfway, highlighting his muscular forearms.

You shake his hand. "I'm Dr. (Y/L/N)"

"Dr. Wilson is the head of oncology, he is actually one of the most reliable department heads we have." Said Cuddy.

"Well it's so nice to meet you, I'm a geneticist by trade but I'm just doing clinic work for now" you say, probably smiling a little too widely.

"Oh a geneticist, that's interesting what's your main field of study?" He replies with a seemingly genuine interest in his tone.

"HPP, I was previously exploring different methods of treatment to slow down the degeneration process" you reply, excited to speak to someone who actually cares about your work. It feels like forever since that's happened.

"That's wonderful, maybe we could discuss it sometime I'm curious what avenues you've been taking with that." He replies.

"Of course, I'd love to talk about it" you reply, a little too quickly. You've been told you get a little too excited about your work.

"Sorry to cut this short but I have some paperwork I need (Y/L/N) to fill out before my meeting at two today" Cuddy interrupts. You were so excited about someone asking about your work you kind of forgot she was even there.

Wilson gives you a little smile and a nod. "Well it was great to meet you Dr. (Y/L/N), I'm sure you'll fit right in. Don't stress to hard about the first couple weeks"

"It was nice to meet you to Dr. Wilson." You reply with a smile. You've follow Cuddy outside and just like that the cute oncologist is on the other side of the door again.

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The rest of the week passes, then two weeks, then four. You thought clinic work would be a little more exciting than this, but what else would you expect after working exclusively with a rare genetic disorder and being downgraded to runny noses and headaches. It would probably be easier if you had made literally any friends, but your coworkers aren't the chattiest. A little polite small talk here and there was nice, but didn't feel enough to help your regret of moving.

At this point the most exciting part of your day was the brief few moments you got passing Dr. Wilson as he left for the day. He typically got off work an hour before you did, and you decided that you would take advantage of that fact. After all, polite small talk was still polite small talk, but he seemed to have a genuine interest that the others didn't. He seemed to care about what you had to say.

"Dr. Wilson!" You call as you see him pass by Cuddy's office.

"Hey (Y/L/N), how's your day going?" He replies, leaning on the clinic welcome desk.

"Pretty well, for some reason we have an unusually high amount of broken bone admissions today" you smile. Maybe an inappropriate response in this context, but that hadn't crossed your mind.

"Yeah that happens sometimes. One time when I was working clinic, I had four consecutive patients come in that broke the exact same arm, that was weird"

"No kidding?"

"Yeah that was a rough day" he chuckles. Eyes fixed on your face. His demeanor almost seemed tense, like there was something he wanted to say but couldn't.

"I could use a few less of those, I've already had six overtime hours this week, I've barely had any time to work on my paper"

"Oh yeah how is that going by the way, you never got back to me about it"

"Well coming along slower than I hoped but I'm actually very excited about it. I decided to focus on enzyme replacement therapy with asfotase alfa, and how the clinical studies are often misinterpreted as showing higher success rates in children, when naturally children just heal faster in general because of their developing immune systems"

"Dr. (Y/L/N)" one of the clinic nurses calls out your name sounding disgruntled.

"Oh I'm so sorry I forget you get off later than I do" Wilson says apologetically.

"Oh don't worry about it, I got caught up in talking about my paper again, don't worry about it. I'm sorry for talking your ear off" I chuckle nervously. Nothing more embarrassing than getting yelled at by your boss in front of a cute department head. "I'm coming! Sorry, paperwork" you call back.

"Well I'd love to listen another time" Wilson replies with a smile.

"I'd like that to" you reply smiling back. "Have a good night Dr. Wilson" you turn to walk away. You expect him to do the same but he just stands there for a second.

You get no more than five feet away before he calls "How about over dinner?" You turn your head hopefully, your heart fluttering a bit in your chest. He looks nervous, anticipating a response.

You realize you're just standing there awkwardly so to break the tension you say, "I'm off in an hour" Wilson looks relieved.

"Perfect. How about Giovanni's at eight?"

"I can do that, sounds nice" you reply, trying not to sound like you've been waiting to see him outside of work.

"See you tonight" his smile widens as he walks out the front doors.

Is this a date? What if it's just business and you're misinterpreting the invitation? Maybe he really does just find your work interesting and wants to hear more about it. Hell, maybe he's gay. You don't want to get your hopes up, but you are more excited about tonight than you would ever admit.

Just one more hour of clinic, and he's all yours.