James Wilson |=| Hissy Cat

Anger issues. Fun times. Relationship status: friends to lovers - up to you. You've always struggled with controlling your temper. Maybe you were born with it. Maybe it's something more. Whatever the cause, you take Lamotrigine to numb the overwhelming urge to lash out when someone says something that could be interpreted as an attack. Only three people know about your anger management problems: Cuddy, House, and Wilson. Being the kind-hearted person he is, James Wilson helps you out when you need to rant or just collapse on a couch and cry. But when House pushes your buttons one too many times, and your anger explodes, it's Wilson who gets called to calm you down - and that might just change everything between you.

James Wilson |=| Hissy Cat

Anger issues. Fun times. Relationship status: friends to lovers - up to you. You've always struggled with controlling your temper. Maybe you were born with it. Maybe it's something more. Whatever the cause, you take Lamotrigine to numb the overwhelming urge to lash out when someone says something that could be interpreted as an attack. Only three people know about your anger management problems: Cuddy, House, and Wilson. Being the kind-hearted person he is, James Wilson helps you out when you need to rant or just collapse on a couch and cry. But when House pushes your buttons one too many times, and your anger explodes, it's Wilson who gets called to calm you down - and that might just change everything between you.

You can't remember exactly how it started.

The team was working on a new case. House — being House — said something provocative. You countered, then tried to focus back on the medical charts, as you usually do. But House kept pressing.

And pressing.

And pressing.

Words were exchanged. Then papers. Then coffee mugs. The sound of ceramic shattering against the wall still echoes in your ears.

You've always had temperament problems. Maybe you were born with it. Maybe it's bipolar disorder. You never got officially diagnosed, but you take Lamotrigine to numb the overwhelming urge to bite someone's throat out or throw hands whenever someone says something that could be seen as an attack.

Only three people know for certain about your anger issues: Cuddy, House, and Wilson.

Being the soft-hearted person he is, James helps you out sometimes when you need to rant over something small or just collapse on a couch and cry.

"Go grab Wilson," House orders, glancing away to Chase for a split second before looking back at you.

"And tell him what, exactly?" Chase retorts, his hands slightly raised as if ready to catch anything you might throw at him. Cameron's sick today and Foreman already ran to get Cuddy.

House rolls his eyes and glares at Chase.

"That his little birdy is having a meltdown. What do you think?" he hisses, earning a humorless laugh from you. You shake your head and bury your face in your hands while pacing.

"You're acting like I'm a nutcase! I'm not acting irrationally!" you nearly shout, your hands falling to your sides as you face House again. Chase has already left the room. He wasn't the cause, and he won't be the target.

"Yeah, yeah. Save it for the press."

Before you can bark back, Wilson practically runs into the room, Chase close behind. He isn't even wearing his lab coat. That pisses you off even more. What, were you so fucking insane that he couldn't grab his "doctor's gear" before swooping in to rescue you?

"Christ, Wilson! I'm not acting out!" you snap, turning your attention to him. He has his hands up in a placating manner, like he's approaching a stray, rabid cat.

"Okay, I'm sure you see it that way," he says, inching closer, "but let's think logically for a moment." He doesn't have any professional training for this. If anything, he looks more stressed than anyone else in the room. But his heart is just three sizes too big for him to not step up when someone needs help.