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The next prompt for the challenge CorruptedSmile and I have going right now. I hope you like it.Prompt #4: House, MD/jealousyThere's no slaying the green-eyed monster
House was trying very hard to stop glaring at the young man standing next to Wilson. The problem was that it was much harder than one would expect it to be, because, well, he was standing next to Wilson. House wasn’t really a possessive man by nature... OK, that’s a lie. He was very possessive of his things and Wilson was one of them. As far as Gregory was concerned, James was his and so all of his attention should be given to House. Sadly, it was not to be.
The problem first arose a week ago when Wilson got an e-mail from a young man claiming to be his son. There were dead parents and last wills of testaments involved somehow, but what it all boiled down to was that apparently one of Wilson’s short lived love affairs was more fruitful than he had thought.
Then the man showed up at the clinic with brown hair and a lovable smile and missing an eye - an injury he refused to properly explain, muttering something about running with scissors. A DNA test supported the young man’s claim, causing father and son to embark upon a quest to get to know each other. It was all very nice and touching, but it consumed all of Wilson’s attention. Attention which belonged to House, not some annoying snotty teenager.
Admittedly, the young man wasn’t really very annoying. Or snotty. Or a teenager. In truth, he was interesting and funny and he smirked when House snarked at the ducklings. All of which just made House dislike him more. If he had come to usurp House’s place in Wilson’s life, he should at least have the decency to not be a genuinely interesting and likable human being.
Gregory’s mussing was interrupted by the sound of James’ laughter. He glared harder.
Bloody Xander Harris.