Templum Bellonae

A crossover of Nero Wolfe and House may sound strange at first, but it works amazingly well, as this story proves.

Wilson is accused of murder, and House hires New York’s best private detective to find the truth. Hwshipper does a good job of bringing Wolfe and Archie into the 21st century while keeping the fundamentals intact.

“I’ll google Dr. House, shall I?” I asked innocently.

Wolfe glared at me. “Don’t goad me, Archie. You know perfectly well that word is not a verb in this house.”

A Distorted Genius by Hwshipper

House/Wilson implied; more like pre-slash than anything. Or…post-slash, I guess.

Symptomatic by Corinna

Wilson has a freak-out.

“Where’s Wilson?” he demanded.

Cuddy looked up from her desk. “You don’t know?” she asked before looking back down at the paperwork she was going through. “I thought you had each other Lo-jacked.”

“My GPS is on the fritz today,” he told her, walking closer to the desk. “So where is he? He was supposed to have clinic hours this morning, but he’s not there. And I know how you feel about doctors and their clinic hours.”

180 Degrees by Michelle Christian

After Babies & Bathwater, Wilson drives House home.

Gentle Implosion by Elynross

Most people would have called this an epiphany, Wilson knew, and some of them went to ridiculous lengths to have one, including embracing strange religions, climbing strange mountains, and taking strange drugs. House, judging by the easy and casual way he seemed to get bolts of revelation, probably called it a Thursday afternoon, if even that. Wilson didn’t know what to call it, except ‘epiphany’ felt like too exciting a word for something that left him feeling like an extraordinarily dense idiot.

Defensive Strategies by Milkshake Butterfly

It was a good night. Spicy shrimp, a fortune cookie that said “You will have great luck,” and nobody had paged him all night.

Not even his wife. So she had probably gotten his message, both the overt and the subtext.

Christmas night.

Goodnight by Basingstoke

Wilson snorted. “Like the saying goes. ‘The odds are good, and the goods are odd.’”

Gamble by Kass

Christening the Corvette.

In Gear by Kass

Happy birthday, Wilson.

Blow the Candles Out by Syal

Wilson is despressed about his divorce. House cheers him up. With some mild bondage.

Balances by Milkshake Butterfly

Five different ways House and Wilson’s relationship could be discovered.

Five Days a Week by Milkshake Butterfly

Wilson took a deep breath, his expression tight, and House gave him his best, ‘I am attentive to you and not at all undressing you mentally’ look, which probably wouldn’t have worked even if Wilson couldn’t see through him most of the time.

Intellectual Properties by Milkshake Butterfly

Johns Hopkins makes Dr. Wilson an offer.

Maryland by Shalott

Established relationship and a medical emergency.

Pathogenesis and Intervention by Shalott

A story where Julie is more than just an annoying impediment to House and Wilson’s love.

The hell of it is, House actually likes Julie, at least as much as he likes anybody, which is to say that he finds her tolerable. She isn’t completely stupid, and she isn’t too dramatic, and she’s even decent enough company, once she’s no longer his physical therapist and he doesn’t feel compelled to actively hate her anymore. She isn’t terribly interesting, but she has pretty good taste in music.

He likes Wilson, too, which is an understatement of the absolutely obvious, and he prefers not to think too much about that.

A Momentary Lapse of Reason by Otter

“You look like hell,” Wilson said when he was still ten feet away.

“Feel like hell, too.” He was aware of how heavily he was leaning on his cane, how much sweat was beading on his forehead. “Hey, isn’t that a funny coincidence?”

Surcease by Cory Lannam

Wilson is having a bad day. House makes it - more complicated.

ETA: Seems to have been deleted.

Tumor by Wintertime