His sobs and mine faded into deep muffled breaths, which eventually faded into silence. There we sat on the bathroom floor, the remains of the mirror littered the tub, the amber bottle of Vicodin at House’s feet. He seemed to have forgotten it was there.

Because he didn’t want the Vicodin. It was never about the goddamn Vicodin. He wanted me. He ( Read more... )

Foreman filled me in on House's meltdown earlier in the evening, about how he had opened the ambulance and found House and his dead patient. About how upset House had been. The screaming match. How he was afraid House might finally go off the deep end and hurt himself.

That was all I needed to hear.

I could see pale golden light in the windows as I ( Read more... )

A/N: This is the sequel to Belong.

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He had been understandably dazed and exhausted when I helped him get dressed and brought him back here, barely saying five words along the way. The closet we were sleeping in was small, almost too small for the both of us as well as a bit stuffy, but it was nice and dark and that’s what really counted. We could ( Read more... )

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Looking back, I could now see that he had been waiting all day for the perfect moment. This was something he couldn’t and wouldn’t do in front of an audience; not even if there was a gun to his head. This was something private, and I understood that. House had always kept his feelings guarded and this was no exception. Still, he did choose a rather ( Read more... )

It was a relatively quiet New Year’s Eve, the first at our new loft. I figured it called for a little something special so I cooked up a fabulous spaghetti dinner while House supplied the champagne. Then we stuffed our faces with cheesecake while we watched the countdown on television. If chowing down about five thousand calories isn’t a great way ( Read more... )

Title: Belong
Pairing: House/Wilson, slash
Rating: R
Word Count: ~2200
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Zero. Zip. Nada.

I held him, threading my fingers through his short hair as he slept on since I knew that always made House feel better, and that made me feel better as well. His head rested on my shoulder, and I could smell the salt on his skin, the ( Read more... )