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Title: The Coat
Rating: G
Characters: House, Wilson
Summary: Wilson loves House.


Everyday before he left the hospital, Wilson liked to organize his office. It wasn’t that he was compulsive about it, but neatness made him happy, and since it was his office, he was going to do as he pleased. Everything was always put in its place (because gods forbid at a hospital, things get mislaid). The very last thing he did before leaving was to hang his white lab coat on the coat rack near the cabinet. Then he would lock the door and go home.

That was why, the next morning, Wilson spotted right away that and his white lab coat was glaringly missing from its usual spot. A quick search proved that it was nowhere in his office, and while Wilson was sure he had locked the door, he wasn’t the only one with the keys to get in. Not that he had ever imagined his lab coat would be item number one on someone’s “to steal” list.

Thankfully, Wilson didn’t have any appointments that morning, and he could hide in his office until a replacement could be found for him. Of course he wasn’t hiding because Cuddy might see him sans coat and therefore give him the House Look. No, Wilson was a proper doctor who followed protocol, and when he worked, he wore the coat. That was it.

House, however, never wore his coat (giving rise to the Look), so when he came into Wilson’s office later that morning without knocking, wearing a pristine white lab coat, Wilson did a quick double take. Had Cuddy finally succeeded? Did endless nagging really work?

“I took the liberty of borrowing your coat for the morning, hope you don’t mind,” House said, his tone implying that he didn’t care if Wilson minded or not. He shed the coat quickly and tossed it casually onto a chair.

Wilson sighed. He knew it was too good to be true. “You have a coat of your own, you know.”

And House gave him that look of dry amusement with just a hint of caustic edge. “Yes, but mine itches. And yours always smells so springtime fresh.”

With that, he was gone. Wilson blinked for a few moments before picking up his coat. Was House making some innuendo about his sexuality because he liked to use excess amounts of fabric softener? Or was he subtly saying that he liked to smell Wilson? Probably it was a bit of both, and Wilson had to roll his eyes.

He slipped the coat on, finally feeling ready to face the day. But then, taking in a particularly deep breath, he noticed that mixed in with the Downey scent was a soapy, aftershave-y smell. The smell of House. And having that around him was kind of like having a hug.

Wilson thought about asking Cuddy to stop bothering House with the coat issue.