A/N: Don't really know where this came from. Kind of stream-of-consciousness. Also pretty vague… oh well. Read on.

Disclaimer: House MD is the property of David Shore.

WILSON POV:

It is all a game…

Am I simply your pawn?

I fit so easily into your clever schemes. Is my place in the world by your side… an accomplice to your many plans of destruction and general mayhem?

Are you controlling me? Like the rest of them…

Do I even care?

I hate to admit… that I like… being controlled. For different reasons. For unexplainable reasons.

It is simply a power struggle. With you it is always a fight for dominance… for the control that is so imperative to our lives.

You have that smug grin… that condescension that makes you who you are.

But you are not the only player in this game… I dwell beneath your radar. And one of these days you will find… that I am the winner.

A/N: Hope this drabble-esque fic was at least tolerable. Please review and tell me what you think.