Title All the Fun You Think They Had
Rating PG
Characters House, Wilson, Amber
Word Count 400
Spoilers None
Summary The grass is always greener...
A/N For dailyprompt: "why can't I be you?"



House enters Wilson’s office without a knock. Amber is there, and with her presence, he instantly forgets why he came. She and Wilson are smiling; it still drives House up the wall. No one else is supposed to get that smile from Wilson. The real one. House shoots a dirty look at him.

“Take a number,” House tells Amber.

“Relax, I was just about to leave,” she says. Thank god.

But House thanked the non-existent deity too soon; he’s forced to watch Amber mark her territory before leaving, planting a goodbye kiss on Wilson. The door shuts.

“Now that you’ve run off my girlfriend…”

“She’ll be back. Unfortunately.” House sits in the chair across from Wilson and starts playing with the pens on his desk.

“Is there…a particular reason you’re here?”

“I paged you. You didn’t show up,” House says. He flicks one of the pens at Wilson, who surprisingly barely flinches. “And you missed the dumbest patient I’ve ever had. Okay, exaggerating. But definitely in the top ten. I thought maybe somebody died, but you were just up here with CB.”

Wilson shrugs defensively. “I thought you were pranking me.”

House gets up. “Never stopped you before.”

-

She agreed to hand Wilson off for Wednesdays and alternate weekends, but Amber has no choice in the daily schedule, the one where House spends all day with Wilson. She tells herself that’s cheating the spirit of the agreement.

She especially tells herself she can play that game, too.

“I thought we could have lunch,” Amber suggests to Wilson.

“Sure. Where do you want to go?”

Amber can’t help but be amused by Wilson’s random bouts of naivete. She raises an eyebrow suggestively. “I meant a more…metaphorical lunch.”

Wilson finally understands, his lips parting slightly, vaguely scandalized by the proposition. “You mean, here?”

“I told you, you’re going to start doing new and exciting things,” Amber says, smiling wickedly. It spreads to Wilson. She takes a step to lock the door, but gets no further. House—but who else?—barges in.

“Take a number.” Normally, she’d protest, but Wilson gives her a look he doesn’t know he’s giving. She can’t help being so aware of him.

“Relax, I was just about to leave.” She does her best to maintain her smile, and makes a point to kiss Wilson before she goes. It’s not a cold comfort, but definitely lukewarm.