Uncivil Union (House/Wilson, PG)

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title: Uncivil Union
pairing: House/Wilson
rating: PG
words: 1,000
disclaimer: When the vulture flies sideways, the moon has hair on its upper lip. (Also, since when did Ticcy write fluff?!)
notes: Written for bringthehappy. Prompt was 'freedom'. Thanks to usomitai for the quick nitpicking! ♥

summary: "I'm going to blame you for this day for the rest of your life."

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Uncivil Union
by Ticcy



"This is a bad idea," House said, looking at himself in the mirror mounted by his front door.

"Probably," Wilson agreed from where he was sitting on the arm of the couch.

House sighed. His stomach was twisting in nervous knots. "This is your fault," he told Wilson.

"You're the one that asked."

"You're the one that said 'yes'. Ergo, your fault."

House glanced at Wilson's reflection and saw him shaking his head with a roll of his eyes and a slight, wry smile. His arm was dangling off the back of the couch and his shoulders slouched, a posture that clashed with the crisp, sharp suit he was wearing. House turned his eyes sharply back to his own reflection when he saw Wilson looking at him.

He tugged at the tie he was trying to knot. "I'm going to blame you for this day for the rest of your life."

"I know you are," Wilson replied without missing a beat. "Don't think I don't know what I'm getting myself into."

"You have no clue what you're getting yourself into."

He saw Wilson give a one-shouldered shrug. "That's pretty much my motto for our relationship. Has been for the last I-don't-know-how-many-years. Don't think I think this is a good idea."

House stopped knotting his tie long enough to study Wilson's reflection again. Wilson always looked weird in the mirror, House thought to himself. Lop-sided and uneven. He looked almost like a different person with the part in his hair going the other way. House couldn't help wondering how different Wilson would look to him by the end of the day. Or in a year's time. Or ten year's time. Assuming this was going to even last ten years. He worked his jaw thoughtfully. "So, why'd you say 'yes'?"

"For the same reason you asked, House."

"And why did I ask?"

Wilson gave a clueless gesture with his hand. "Sanity has never been your strong point."

"And yours is? You're the one who said 'yes'."

"I never said I was sane, House. Just saner than you."

"Evidently not, seeing you agreed to this."

Wilson shrugged again. "I guess, seeing I've been your partner in crime for the last twenty years, it made sense to finally make that official."

"A civil union is hardly 'official'." House tugged on his tie and sighed in frustration before he turned towards Wilson. "Help me with this thing."

Wilson got up from the couch and motioned for House to turn around again. Wilson reached his arms around him and watched in the mirror as he started knotting the tie. "All of a sudden, you care about 'official'? Since when?"

House didn't answer. He watched Wilson's hands loop his tie into a clean and orderly knot. He felt the warmth of Wilson's breath tickle the back of his neck and the nerves in his stomach fluttered a little more at the light but solid press of Wilson standing behind him. "Marriage is the dark side of the honeymoon," he finally said.

Wilson stopped what he was doing for a moment. "Is that supposed to somehow reassure me that I'm not about to do something that I'll regret?"

"Of course you'll regret it," House snorted. "But when has regret ever stopped you?"

Wilson sighed. "Are you trying to tell me you're having second thoughts?"

"If I wasn't having second thoughts, then we'd both know this is the wrong move."

"So..." Wilson's brows quirked in confusion. "Having second thoughts means you're making the right decision?"

"Nope. It just means I'm an idiot for asking you to marry me and you're an even bigger idiot for agreeing."

Wilson pushed the knot up against the base of House's throat and withdrew his arms. "What, is that your screwed up way of saying we're made for each other? Or are you just trying to further ruin probably the most humiliating day of my life?"

House gave the tie one last tug. He was already hating the restrictive feel of it around his neck. He turned to Wilson with a look of mock annoyance. "Please. No need to get all romantic."

"Believe me, I'd rather swallow razor blades than attempt any kind of romance on you."

"Good. Then we understand each other."

House went to step around Wilson to fetch the corsages Cuddy had bought for them as a wedding gift (much to House's chagrin) and dropped off at his apartment the day before, but Wilson blocked his path. "Seriously, House. Before I go out there and make a complete ass of myself by marrying you, for once give me one straight answer." He quickly held his hand up before House had a chance to deflect. "And no, no pun intended with 'straight'."

House rolled his eyes but then fixed his gaze on Wilson. "Because," he replied. "We have the freedom to make it official. Freedom makes people do stupid things."

Wilson squinted at him.

"Yeah, we'll probably regret doing this in a year's time. A month's time. Maybe even a week's time," he explained. "But that's in a week's time."

Wilson cocked his head, still not following what House was talking about. "So, you're saying...?"

"I'm saying that I'm wearing a suit and I'm about to pin a flower to my jacket, two things I wouldn't do voluntarily if I knew I was going to regret it."

"But you just said--"

"That's in a week's time, Wilson."

A small smile tugged on the corners of on Wilson's lips and House gave him a hint of one in return. "Okay, House."

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