Happiness
Title: Happiness
Characters: House/Wilson, mentions of Cuddy
Word Count: 420
Rating: PG
Summary: Includes the spoilers for 7.1, this takes place right after that.
Disclaimer: Of course the characters belong to David Shore and company.
Happiness
“You spent the weekend with Cuddy?”
“Yes.”
“Seriously?”
“Would I lie to you?”
“Yes.”
“Yeah, I guess I would lie. But I’m not lying now.”
“House, why? How? What about Lucas? The engagement?”
“It just happened.” House answered, walking over to the balcony door. He stood there, staring at the sunny day, waiting for more questions. But Wilson didn’t have any more questions. There was only silence. House turned around and stared at Wilson, but his head was down, with his face in his hands.
“I thought you would be happy for me. Isn’t this what you always wanted? Didn’t you try to get us together for years?”
Wilson folded his hands on his desk, but he kept his head down.
“Well…”House said, walking back towards Wilson’s desk.
“Sure, House. I’m happy for you” Wilson said quietly.
“That doesn’t sound very convincing.”
“House…. I’m tired. I worked all weekend.” Wilson replied softly, as he shuffled the papers piled up on his desk.
House stood at Wilson’s desk, staring,
“This isn’t like you?”
“Like what?”
“No words of advice? No warnings?”
Wilson sighed. “House, I’m tired. I have to finish this paperwork too.”
House stood there for a moment. Then he slowly walked to the door. He turned around, but Wilson was focused only on the paperwork. He didn’t look up when House left, practically slamming the door.
Wilson just sat there, and stared at the papers, but the words were floating around in front of his eyes. Then the phone ring. He jumped, and looked at the number. It was Sam, he let it ring and ring till finally it stopped, and the office was quiet again.
Wilson just sat there. Then he reached for the phone, held it for a moment, but he put it back down. He covered his eyes with his hands again, but it didn’t help, his head was pounding. Wilson opened the top desk drawer, and took out the bottle of pills. He opened it, but then he quickly closed it and put it back in the drawer. He had taken too many already. The headache wasn’t new, it had been going on for days.
“Sure, House, I’m happy” Wilson repeated to himself, as he stood up, walked over to the windows and shut all the blinds, and then he lay down on the couch.
“Sure, House, I’m happy” Wilson whispered again, and he closed his eyes, and tried to sleep, right there, in his office, in the middle of a sun filled day.