Augh, finally!

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For simple__man:

Five Ways Wilson Comes Out to House:

1.) [door opens, House gapes] "Nice legs; was this supposed to teach me to knock first?"
"Shut up, and help me get out of these stockings!"

2.) It's wrong. It's right too. It's right because it's "okay" and people don't care so much in this day and age. It's wrong because it's House. World's best diagnostician who thrives on misery--his own, and everyone else's, too. He'd be positively delighted at the full depth of misery Wilson is currently subjecting himself to. At the moment, House thinks it's another woman. He says as much, anyway. "Maybe it's not a woman," Wilson snaps. "Maybe it's never been women. It could be men. A man." He glares and breathes out through his nose like he always does when he's pissed and can't yell because it's a hospital. House has the decency to look flustered.

3.) They're bickering again. They always do. It's a ritual. House snarks. Wilson rationalises, and sometimes snipes back. They follow the same path to the same elevator and House always gets on, making his last comment just before the doors close so he always wins, because Wilson can't say anything back. If they've done it once, they've done it a thousand times, but this time, it's different. House turns to face Wilson and bag the argument, but Wilson leans in and kisses him. When the doors close, House is silent and contemplating the merry glint in Wilson's eyes, and his little victorious smile.

4.) House got up one morning to find a note on his fridge:

H-
You're out of milk and peanutbutter!
-W

PS I'm gay.

He smiled.

5.) It's New Years. It's freezing. WIlson is standing out on the roof. "You're in my spot," that oh-so-familiar voice behind him.
"Good spot to be," he replies calmly. "If I don't say it you can always push me off."
"Ooh, I just love it when you get dramatic," House drawls. "Say what now?"
Wilson glances to his left, trying to gauge the kind of mood his best friend is in. Too much to hope he'll be charitable because it's almost a new year. Wilson panics, and he can't say anything. House steps closer, leans in and Wilson feels his cheeks warming, whether because of House's breath or his own embarrassment, he's not sure. "Say, what?" House repeats.
Where words fail him, action prevails.

Five Ways Brennan Finally Admits She Loves Booth:

1.) Brennan was going to die. Oh, she'd thought that many times before, and at those times believed it to be true. There was no escaping this time, no rescue by her knight in FBI issue kevlar body armour... Brennan was going to die and nothing and no one could save her. She saw death every day. Worked with death, day in and day out. Yet still Brennan had failed to see death working her. She'd seen the doctor, got the second opinion. Brennan sat in her apartment nursing a beer, and she fought tears as she tried again and again to think of a way to break this to Booth. It didn't matter so much how the other "squints" would react; it was his response she feared, the impact on Booth that she worried the most about. And Brennan finally admitted to herself why Booth was so important to her. She loved him.

2.) Her assistant Zack was fiddling, pretending to be setting up something for the lab to hide the fact he was eavesdropping. Hodgins openly watched like an avid fan at a tennis match. Angela was saying, "Sweetie, he's gonna be fine. You know he's done things like this before."
Brennan seethed. "It's different."
"Different how?" Hodgins asked sceptically.
"I love him!"
Zack dropped any pretense he was working and turned to stare with Angela and Hodgins. She stiffened defensively under their combined scrutiny.
"Well, I do," she said. "I--love--Special Agent Seeley Booth."

3.) Brennan never said she loved him, and refused to consider marrying Booth. She said she slept with Booth because it's an intense biological urge to copulate, particularly after they've been through a harrowing experience that threatened survival. She said they lived together because that it's expedient to share living quarters since they share so much else. Still, it slipped out one day, as Booth drove them to another crime scene. "I love you," and there was no taking it back. And Brennan realised then... that she didn't want to take it back.

4.) The poor man was heartbroken, informed by Booth that Brennan had identified his missing wife's remains. Booth took leave of the bereaved man to investigate for anything pertinent in the woman's possessions, leaving Brennan alone with him. He sat there, his head clasped in his hands and tears falling freely. "Mr. Stone, I'm terribly sorry for you loss," she said helplessly.
He paused to look up at her. "Do you have any idea what it's like?" Stone asked. ""Not knowing? Fearing--" he broke off. Brennan attempted to shape her expression to something sympathetic. People skills had never been her strong suit. "Have you ever been in love, Dr. Brennan?" the man asked suddenly.
Her eyes flicked in the direction the FBI agent had gone. She nodded, and Stone smiled in understanding.

5.) Christmas, she gave him a pendant of Saint Francis of Assisi: patron saint against solitary death. So he gave her the keys to his apartment.

Fin.