

Title: Give and Take, Part I, The Ride
Author: arhh
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: pg
Summary: A post ep ficlet that got away from me and decided it wanted to be more, so it will be. Although Wilson stated that he hadnrsquo;t had this much fun since Amber died, I donrsquo;t think he is willing to come back for what had been the status quo between him and House. This series will be about Wilson asserting himself in healthier ways concerning House and House attempting to lsquo;be a better sonrsquo; and a rebuilding of their friendship that leads to more. Give and Take, Part II, The Evening and Give and Take, Part III The Hooker to follow.
It was late when they left Housersquo;s office and their choices of eateries had already been greatly reduced. It was further reduced by the fact that they couldnrsquo;t agree on their remaining open choices. House didnrsquo;t want to give in to Wilsonrsquo;s request, because although he was glad to have Wilson back, and some things had changed, not much had and he didnrsquo;t want Wilson to have any delusions to that fact. Wilson on the other hand was determined to make a stand, to show House that some things had changed and although he was glad to be back and out on the prowl with House, he wasnrsquo;t going to be the total pushover in some areas that he had been.
House tried, mostly successful, to keep the grin off his face at Wilsonrsquo;s attempt at dominance and although he would never admit it to his face, he was happier than he had been in a long time. The thought that he should admit it crossed his mind, but he had given Wilson a lot of ammunition tonight and he still wasnrsquo;t quite sure it wouldnrsquo;t be loaded and fired back on him, so he kept his mouth shut.
Every now and then, as he drove them through town, Wilson would catch a sideways glimpse of a very slight smile on Housersquo;s face and it was almost enough to ease the ache of guilt in his stomach of what he had put them both through these past few months. He was proud of House, not of everything that happened today. He grimaced at the image of House clipping a bit of his fatherrsquo;s ear off for a DNA test, but then remembered Housersquo;s words, that tore what Amber had left of his soul, to shreds, lsquo;hellip;.I might have been a better son.rsquo; Wilson had transposed son with friend in his mind the minute he heard those words, realizing House wasnrsquo;t just describing John House, but himself and with a glance at Wilson, Wilson knew he realized it too. He had given up his fight not to care for House right then, although that nail clipper incident and then the fight in the chapel and the bottlehellip;. He shook his head. He didnrsquo;t expect things to be much different than before, but there was room for growth now, for the both of them. He was determined not to be so stubborn and blind as he had been when he had tried to walk away from House for his own good, but he wasnrsquo;t going to let House walk all over him anymore either.
Two stops later and they were headed back to Housersquo;s apartment. They couldnrsquo;t even agree on a take out, so Wilson drove House to his favorite Chinese restaurant before stopping at his favorite pizza place. Wilson smiled patiently as they waited for his pizza while House grumbled something about his soup going to be cold before they got home. Wilson thought for a moment before leaning over and digging out the soup in question from the bag and handing it House with the plastic spoon. The idea was change the thought, flinching though as House opened the lid on the soup sending droplets of egg drop soup around the freshly cleaned Volvo, but didnrsquo;t say anything. House noticing this, still in awe of being allowed to eat in the precious Volvo, was slightly more careful that he would have been, holding the bowl close under his chin as not to drop any more on the carrsquo;s interior.
Just before they reached Baker Street, House asked Wilson to pull into an upcoming liquor store. His first instinct was to refuse, and then to lecture. House had already, but the looks and sounds of things consumed a lot of bourbon in his office, but Wilson kept quiet. He gave a disappointed smile in Housersquo;s direction, but pulled into the store and handed House a twenty and told him to get him a bottle of vodka. If that was what kind of a night it was going to be, he didnrsquo;t want to be sober either.
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