fic: interlude
title: interlude
author:
eitherwayokay, betaed by the wonderful
shambolicasfuck
rating: PG-13 (for bad words ;-)) - will definitely be higher in later chapters
pairing: House/Wilson
warnings: no spoilers, this part is so melancholic, it is totally safe
summary: this is a sequel to try (just a little bit harder), which was a sequel to
bittereternitys could´ve, should´ve, didn´t. This is sad and melancholic. It´s time for Wilson´s bachelor party, but something is missing. Constructive criticism and hugs both welcome.
disclaimer: I own nothing and nothing is my fault. But I really would want to own Thirteen - I don´t, so she will randomly appear in my fiction.
It was late afternoon and the sun seemed to set earlier that day. The sky was nearly clear and the sun crashed into the horizon in an explosion of purple, pink and bright red. It looked like the sun would bleed into the heaven. Wilson was reminded of the day when House drove Stacy away. That had taken part on the same part of the roof where he was sitting now, his back against the concrete wall, one leg dangling along the wall, hanging over the depth.
He should be happy by now, his fourth bachelor party (he had to smile at the word) would start in a few hours and he would marry one of the most beautiful women in New Jersey.
But it felt like something was already missing, like the sword of Damocles was hanging over a marriage that hadn´t yet begun. He couldn´t decipher what it was, it was just like there was one piece missing from the puzzle.
Maybe House was right in some ways, he had never really known if the goals he had in life were set by his own ideals or constructed of what other people thought would be the best and most appropriate for him. Sometimes he envied House, who didn´t seem to care if everyone thought he was a jerk and that gave him the benefit to do nearly everything that made him happy, well - less miserable. Wilson was not sure anymore if he himself knew what happiness meant. The change in House´s facial expression after he had slapped him made him still shiver. He had never seen House that hurt, it had looked like the sparkle in the bright blue orbs had faded at that very moment, like the vulnerable soul they displayed had turned dead in an instant.
“James?” his brother´s voice asked from behind.
He turned his head and faked a smile.
“Time for the party, “ his brother chuckled and closed the distance between them. Wilson stared down into the abyss. His brother laid his hand on Wilson´s averted cheek and forced his face in his direction.
“You don´t exactly look like you were looking forward to it. Afraid of another commitment?” Wilson opened his eyes and shied away from his older brother´s gaze.
“O.K., spill! What have you gotten yourself into? You haven´t cheated before you are married, have you?”
Wilson fought back his tears. “Doesn´t matter. I´m just getting a little melancholic. Let´s go, best man!”
XXX
Wilson had to admit, that it was the best bachelor party he had ever had - and he was experienced.
There were huge amounts of alcohol, the bar was stylish and the strippers were, well, they were strippers - all blond, busty and artificial. At least it was a very good distraction. Chase was totally wasted and everyone laughed about Cameron´s disgusted expression when she came to pick him up. Kutner was busy gawking at the tits of the busty stripper in front of him like he had never seen a naked woman before.
Wilson tried to get into the fun when he noticed Thirteen coming through the door. He raised an eyebrow: “Well, I can´t remember I invited you. But with all the nude women here you might enjoy it.”
Thirteen sighed at the lame joke:”I am searching for House. Our patient crashed and he answers neither his pager nor his phone nor his cell.”
Wilson´s stomach dropped but he tried desperately not to show it: “ Well, I assume you heard that we didn´t get along very well in the last days.”
“I guess that was a no-you-won´t-find-him-here. And no, I´m not really surprised, but there was a little chance you finally were aware of his feelings. But I guess,” she looked around disgusted, “you´re just too consumed by making up this heterosexual bullshit!” She glared at him and turned on her heels.
Well, it was not unlikely that someone had noticed them fight considering that House´s office had glass walls. But how the fuck did she dare telling him about House´s feelings? That was ridiculous. House had been the one who had told him sex would not change anything and then House had fucked Mark. Well - he himself had done that too.
But why should House not answer his cell this evening? Since everyone except Thirteen, Cameron and Cuddy were at his party, House would be terribly bored and the case he was on at the moment wasn´t that interesting.
He started to get a little worried considering that House normally avoided boredom like the plague. Well, the bar was just one block away from House´s apartment. Wilson searched for his coat and sneaked away from the party. No one would notice his absence, that shouldn´t take long. He just wanted to make sure House had passed out on his couch, probably in a drunken stupor.
author:
eitherwayokay, betaed by the wonderful
shambolicasfuck
rating: PG-13 (for bad words ;-)) - will definitely be higher in later chapters
pairing: House/Wilson
warnings: no spoilers, this part is so melancholic, it is totally safe
summary: this is a sequel to try (just a little bit harder), which was a sequel to
bittereternitys could´ve, should´ve, didn´t. This is sad and melancholic. It´s time for Wilson´s bachelor party, but something is missing. Constructive criticism and hugs both welcome.
disclaimer: I own nothing and nothing is my fault. But I really would want to own Thirteen - I don´t, so she will randomly appear in my fiction.
It was late afternoon and the sun seemed to set earlier that day. The sky was nearly clear and the sun crashed into the horizon in an explosion of purple, pink and bright red. It looked like the sun would bleed into the heaven. Wilson was reminded of the day when House drove Stacy away. That had taken part on the same part of the roof where he was sitting now, his back against the concrete wall, one leg dangling along the wall, hanging over the depth.
He should be happy by now, his fourth bachelor party (he had to smile at the word) would start in a few hours and he would marry one of the most beautiful women in New Jersey.
But it felt like something was already missing, like the sword of Damocles was hanging over a marriage that hadn´t yet begun. He couldn´t decipher what it was, it was just like there was one piece missing from the puzzle.
Maybe House was right in some ways, he had never really known if the goals he had in life were set by his own ideals or constructed of what other people thought would be the best and most appropriate for him. Sometimes he envied House, who didn´t seem to care if everyone thought he was a jerk and that gave him the benefit to do nearly everything that made him happy, well - less miserable. Wilson was not sure anymore if he himself knew what happiness meant. The change in House´s facial expression after he had slapped him made him still shiver. He had never seen House that hurt, it had looked like the sparkle in the bright blue orbs had faded at that very moment, like the vulnerable soul they displayed had turned dead in an instant.
“James?” his brother´s voice asked from behind.
He turned his head and faked a smile.
“Time for the party, “ his brother chuckled and closed the distance between them. Wilson stared down into the abyss. His brother laid his hand on Wilson´s averted cheek and forced his face in his direction.
“You don´t exactly look like you were looking forward to it. Afraid of another commitment?” Wilson opened his eyes and shied away from his older brother´s gaze.
“O.K., spill! What have you gotten yourself into? You haven´t cheated before you are married, have you?”
Wilson fought back his tears. “Doesn´t matter. I´m just getting a little melancholic. Let´s go, best man!”
XXX
Wilson had to admit, that it was the best bachelor party he had ever had - and he was experienced.
There were huge amounts of alcohol, the bar was stylish and the strippers were, well, they were strippers - all blond, busty and artificial. At least it was a very good distraction. Chase was totally wasted and everyone laughed about Cameron´s disgusted expression when she came to pick him up. Kutner was busy gawking at the tits of the busty stripper in front of him like he had never seen a naked woman before.
Wilson tried to get into the fun when he noticed Thirteen coming through the door. He raised an eyebrow: “Well, I can´t remember I invited you. But with all the nude women here you might enjoy it.”
Thirteen sighed at the lame joke:”I am searching for House. Our patient crashed and he answers neither his pager nor his phone nor his cell.”
Wilson´s stomach dropped but he tried desperately not to show it: “ Well, I assume you heard that we didn´t get along very well in the last days.”
“I guess that was a no-you-won´t-find-him-here. And no, I´m not really surprised, but there was a little chance you finally were aware of his feelings. But I guess,” she looked around disgusted, “you´re just too consumed by making up this heterosexual bullshit!” She glared at him and turned on her heels.
Well, it was not unlikely that someone had noticed them fight considering that House´s office had glass walls. But how the fuck did she dare telling him about House´s feelings? That was ridiculous. House had been the one who had told him sex would not change anything and then House had fucked Mark. Well - he himself had done that too.
But why should House not answer his cell this evening? Since everyone except Thirteen, Cameron and Cuddy were at his party, House would be terribly bored and the case he was on at the moment wasn´t that interesting.
He started to get a little worried considering that House normally avoided boredom like the plague. Well, the bar was just one block away from House´s apartment. Wilson searched for his coat and sneaked away from the party. No one would notice his absence, that shouldn´t take long. He just wanted to make sure House had passed out on his couch, probably in a drunken stupor.