Drabble- House/Wilson

[1lostone]

Written for xlcatloveress House/Wilson Wilson: "I've got you."

*bb I hope this is okay. I haven't written H/W n a VERY long time. 743 words.

 

(You don’t really give a shit about most things.)

 Not everyone gets that. Or they get that at some level, but still think that you have some altruism somewhere inside of you.  You don’t.  Well, you don’t admit to it.

Cuddy is constantly on your ass, and let’s face it you would totally get behind her on your ass any goddamn day of the week.  Foreman is clueless. He just smugly watches, waiting for something else to happen.  You’re honest enough to admit that you like watching Foreman squirm around, playing Chief, fucking things up left, right and central. And yeah, maybe you try to fix him a little with Thirteen, because Jesus that man was a hell of a lot easier to be around when he was getting head regularly.  The fact that it absolutely melts their brains is just a bonus, really.

Wilson.

Living with him is… not what you expected. You push. You keep pushing, like you always do, just waiting to see when he’ll break, and wondering if you can get it on Youtube when he does.  You don’t like feeling so guilty all the time.  Sleeping in that woman’s room, made up like some shrine to Wilson’s happiness. 

(The coffee cup had been one of those novelty things. Stupid. The silly, we’re-so-in-love with-each-other-let’s-show-how-much with clay and a kiln.  It falls out of your hand and shatters against the floor, a small bomb of periwinkle crockery.)

You get that you need him.  Sometimes it feels like you always have. You’ve come to terms with that while at Mayfield, the Vicodin bleeding from your veins, and Nolan asking you, “what do you want? What do you need, Gregory?”  It wasn’t fun lying there in your own sweat, every muscle twitching at once and in different directions as you detox.  Your teeth were gritted together tightly enough to crack a cap, but you managed to keep from answering his question- you’re here for Wilson. Wilson Wilsonwilsonwilson…. Because. Because, when he’s happy then you think that maybe. Possibly you’ll deserve to be.

(You feel it coming on. You have just enough time to reach for the nitro before it goes spinning off, out of your grasping hands, cascading out of reach onto the floor lost amongst the blitz of clay that was once Wilson’s favorite mug.)

You want to tell him.  It seems so fucking stupid. A midlife crisis gone horribly wrong. Fuck, you even banged Lydia and only realized halfway through that it was retaliation for Wilson not taking your phone call. Push/Pull. Action/ reaction. That was them alright. You almost count on that as much as you count the other constants in your life: oxygen, constant pain, and idiots.

(It’s unexpected, you think, collapsed against the counter, how much you wish that you weren’t alone for this- of all things. You are a doctor after all, and know what this means. Numbness in the extremities. Burning, breath-stealing pain in the vicinity of your heart. Gasping, heaving breaths.  Fucking ironic that the pain in your thigh is secondary now, when at every other moment in the past years it’s haunted, driven, crippled you. )

You don’t want to be alone.  As your eyes close for the final time you have the time to worry that he’ll find you here.  It will be him having to deal with your twisted body, collapsed as it is among the remains of a once-favorite memento of someone that he actually loved…

A whisper of sound.

A thump against your chest.  Panic.

“House! Jesus, House, no come on please….”

And if it’s fucked up that hearing his worry makes you happy then so be it.

Your eyes flutter open; his are staring down at you, wet with emotion. Emotion for you.

You can taste the pill dissolving under your throat.  

“Oh thank god oh god oh Jesus thank you it’s okay House. It’s okay, I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

The smile on your lips is unexpected; you think, ‘for a Jew you seem to be pretty damn close to Jesus’ but don’t have the energy for snark. Not now. Not when your head is pillowed on his lap and his hands, the blissful, caring heat of his hands touch your body stroking over exhausted muscle, pressuring,  squeeing you in an upside down hug, assuring them both that you’ll be okay.

And you will be. Because Wilson’s got you.

 

Comments

[xlcatloveress.livejournal.com]

WOOT! (can you tell that my hand's approaching 'functional' once more and the damn bandage is off, allowing for me to actually hit the shift-key most of the time again? ;) Anyhoo .. woot .. now *runs off to read*

[1lostoneficspot.livejournal.com]

LOL! I thought the woot was for the story hahaha. I'm very very glad your widdle hand is better!

[xlcatloveress.livejournal.com]

Oh no .. no no no .. for the story, you get a *sniffle* and just possibly even a little something wiped away covertly .. and .. ya know, you really should start writing them again because .. d'awwww? I really love your character study of House here, and the fact that Wilson will always be there to catch him when he needs him the most. Thank you for writing this :D

[1lostoneficspot.livejournal.com]

Hmmm I might look and see if I can find some of my old stuff. Look harder, I mean. :D OH WAIT can I interest you in shameless self pimpage of holiday fic?

[xlcatloveress.livejournal.com]

LOL You can interest me in anything House/Wilson *chuckles* Most definitely! And harder's usually better, isn't it?
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I mean .. as in .. ya know .. LOOKING harder, for lost ficage. Geeze! ;)

[1lostoneficspot.livejournal.com]

http://1lostoneficspot.livejournal.com/11346.html

And

IT'S FLUFF I KNOW OMG DONT DIE OF THE SHOCK! :D

[spockollama.livejournal.com]

Gah. I was watching House with a friend earlier and he kept talking about House and Wilson's love, and he made me want to read some H/W fic for once.
AND THEN THIS MAGICALLY APPEARED ON MY FLIST. Not only H/W, but really good H/W.
You, my dear woman, are reading my mind, I think.

[1lostoneficspot.livejournal.com]

I have to catch up with season 6. I made it to 'wilson' then had to stop watching. GAH! Thanks so much for reading!

[spockollama.livejournal.com]

You really don't have too... I watched the finale hawith the same friend, and it sucuuuuuuuuuuuuuucked. It made me glad I gave up on season 6 about three episodes in.