'Takes Two (to Tango)' and 'Riddle Me'

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Claim: House/Wilson
Title: Takes Two (to Tango), Familiarity (Breeds Contempt), Doomed (to Repeat)
Author: usomitai 
Characters: House, Wilson, cast
Prompt: #19. Dark
Rating: NC-17
Length: Epic
Brief summary: The ups and downs of House and Wilson’s relationship. An enthralling but very well-written fanfic with lots of twists and turns.
Excerpt:
“I freaked out,” Wilson explained.
“Did you now.”
“I—we were too close. And I didn’t mind. That bothered me.”
“You left because you didn’t want to?” House took a swig of beer.
“Something like that.”
“Still doesn’t explain your avoiding me.”
“They’re related. I thought it’d be better to distance ourselves. A break.”
“Without saying a word.”
“I didn’t think you’d understand.”
“Right on that account. You’re the one who sounds like an eighth-grade girl. Can’t tell you how many women have used that excuse to break up with me. ‘We should spend some time apart.’ ‘We need to grow as separate people.’” These last two phrases House mimicked in a high pitch voice while bopping his head from side to side. Wilson grinned, in spite of himself.
But he took a deep breath, and the grin was gone. “I was scared you wouldn’t want the same thing.”
Link: Takes Two (to Tango), Familiarity (Breeds Contempt), Doomed (To Repeat)

Claim: House/Wilson
Title: Riddle Me
Author: magie_05 
Characters: Wilson, House
Prompt: #21. Epiphany
Rating: R
Length: Epic
Brief summary: House begins to give Wilson riddles to solve; Wilson is sure there is a hidden meaning behind them. A quirky, wonderfully entertaining fic that feels just like canon (apart from the blatant slash :P).
Excerpt:
“You walk into a room,” House began, with the air of delivering a diagnosis, “there are no windows. The only door is the one you came in, and it was locked. There’s a dead guy hanging by his neck four feet above the ground.”
Wilson blinked. “…Okay.”
“Funny thing is,” House went on, oblivious (or accustomed) to the fact that Wilson was staring at him like he was insane, “this room is completely empty. Nothing for this guy to stand on while he slipped the rope over his neck. Actually, the only significant factor about this room—other than the dead guy hanging from the light fixture—is that the floor is wet. So how’d this guy die?”
Wilson was going to switch to decaf. “Is this…for a case?”
House thought for a second, lips pressed together in mock concentration. “Hmm. Let’s say ‘yes.’”
He was relatively certain he was about to walk into some kind of weird House metaphor, that his answer would reveal some deep psychological truth about his childhood or something and be used against him. It was wisest to keep his answers short and neutral until he could figure out House’s angle. “A dead guy hanging from the ceiling. Call me crazy, but I’m thinking…asphyxiation?”
“Really?” House’s eyes grew wide in exaggerated awe. “Wow. I hadn’t thought of that possibility. I guess I was too caught up in wondering how this guy managed to hang himself four feet off the ground with nothing to stand on."
Link: Riddle Me