Stephen tugs up his pants, working on the fastens of his pants as he calls into the bathroom. "James! How formal is this restaurant?" He reaches for his shirt, slipping it onto it and buttoning it carefully. "Will this do?"

He peers into the bathroom, groaning at the sight of Wilson shaving. "I-- what? You're-- dinner, right?"

Yay, backidation.

Stephen stumbles as he goes through the portal, landing on the curb. Glancing down at the dirt on the knees of his suit, he thinks, Just perfect. What next?His clock is off, apparently-- while he left one dimension on a Saturday night, it seems to be the middle of the day on a typical weekday. Glancing around, he considers his options. Wilson was ( Read more... )

It's hard, crawling out of bed and away from Wilson. He's tempted to push back his trip back-- he can't, though. If he doesn't go back tomorrow, he never will.

Slipping on a pair of pajama pants and stopping off at the bathroom, he heads for the kitchen to make coffee, glancing at the guest room door to see when Alan is.

It doesn't take long for Wilson to be discharged-- whether the paperwork is sped up by the nurses because of who Wilson is or who Stephen is, it doesn't matter. With the half hour they're in the car, well on their way ( Read more... )

When Stephen wakes up, the first thing he notices is the lack of warmth and body curls around him. Rubbing his eyes, he props himself up, calling out, "James? Are you still here ( Read more... )

When the house phone begins to ring, Stephen tears himself from the bathroom. Chase is apparently gone, ready to cause havoc in Wilson's body. He wipes at his eyes, answering the phone without glancing at the ID.

James, he thinks. Where are you? Who are you?

"Hello?" His voice breaks and he clears his throat. "Hello?"

He's been sleeping, yeah, but not as well as Stephen's used to. It just seems so cold in his bed without Wilson there. Lonely ( Read more... )

It takes no more than a second or two for Stephen to realize that something is severely wrong. The waist his arm is curled is significantly smaller and curvier, his head is comfortably resting on top of a head with much more hair, and there are breast pressing firmly against Stephen's chest ( Read more... )

It's blatantly obvious to even Stephen's self-centered eyes that Wilson's upset about this whole thing with House. While Stephen can't help feeling guilty about it, he decides to fight the urge to go see House about it -- without a doubt, that would only make things worse ( Read more... )

Stephen's quieter than usual on the ride home. While he answers Wilson's attempts at conversation, he keeps everything to a minimum. Eventually, Wilson gives up and they arrive home in silence ( Read more... )