Fanfiction: House, MD (G)
Title: Changes
Pairing/Characters: House
Rating: G
Fandom: House, MD
Word Count: 311
Spoilers: Post-ep for Words and Deeds
Summary: House reflects on his rehab and his friendship with Wilson.
Notes/Warnings: Hints at future slash. A companion piece to Change. Thanks to umbralillium for the beta.
Changes
He had started by following the rules, every last one, no matter how ridiculous or stupid he thought it was. Then Tritter came to see him and there didn't seem to be a point to following the rules. If the detective, who was the reason he was in rehab to begin with, wasn't going to believe him, why should he be bothered? So, he'd bribed the aid into smuggling him Vicodin.
Wilson figured out pretty easily, but there was a reason he preferred the oncologist's company to anyone else's: he wasn't an idiot. He was smart and cunning, but in a subtle way that he hid behind the nice guy façade that fooled everyone except House. It was part of the reason he didn't mind Wilson finding out he wasn't really doing rehab. If he'd minded, he wouldn't have taken the pill in front of the younger man.
For not being an idiot, though, Wilson could be remarkably dense. Like when House mentioned the Poconos. Of course, he'd found out later why the younger man hadn't understood the hint, so that's a bad example. Regardless, he wasn't sure if Wilson would pick up the lie in his eyes when he said, "Nothing's changed."
His friend had looked disappointed at first, but then he remembered the apology House had made the day before and realization hit. Though he refused to confirm Wilson's correct assumption about the sincerity and validity of his apology, he knew the oncologist would take it as a confirmation anyway, which was all that mattered.
When Wilson said good night, the look on his face and the tone of his voice reassured House that his message had been received and understood. He would have a new roommate when he got out of rehab. For the first time since Wilson moved out, he would look forward to going home again.
End
Pairing/Characters: House
Rating: G
Fandom: House, MD
Word Count: 311
Spoilers: Post-ep for Words and Deeds
Summary: House reflects on his rehab and his friendship with Wilson.
Notes/Warnings: Hints at future slash. A companion piece to Change. Thanks to umbralillium for the beta.
Changes
He had started by following the rules, every last one, no matter how ridiculous or stupid he thought it was. Then Tritter came to see him and there didn't seem to be a point to following the rules. If the detective, who was the reason he was in rehab to begin with, wasn't going to believe him, why should he be bothered? So, he'd bribed the aid into smuggling him Vicodin.
Wilson figured out pretty easily, but there was a reason he preferred the oncologist's company to anyone else's: he wasn't an idiot. He was smart and cunning, but in a subtle way that he hid behind the nice guy façade that fooled everyone except House. It was part of the reason he didn't mind Wilson finding out he wasn't really doing rehab. If he'd minded, he wouldn't have taken the pill in front of the younger man.
For not being an idiot, though, Wilson could be remarkably dense. Like when House mentioned the Poconos. Of course, he'd found out later why the younger man hadn't understood the hint, so that's a bad example. Regardless, he wasn't sure if Wilson would pick up the lie in his eyes when he said, "Nothing's changed."
His friend had looked disappointed at first, but then he remembered the apology House had made the day before and realization hit. Though he refused to confirm Wilson's correct assumption about the sincerity and validity of his apology, he knew the oncologist would take it as a confirmation anyway, which was all that mattered.
When Wilson said good night, the look on his face and the tone of his voice reassured House that his message had been received and understood. He would have a new roommate when he got out of rehab. For the first time since Wilson moved out, he would look forward to going home again.
End