New Fic: Gift of Life (House, MD/Torchwood crossover)
House, MD/Torchwood crossover
Title: Gift of Life
Characters: House, Wilson, Jack, Ianto
Pairings: Jack/Ianto slash, House/Wilson friendship/pre-slash
Chapter one word count- 1500+
Warnings: spoilers for all seasons of House- primarily season 8. Possible spoilers for S1 and 2 of Torchwood.
Disclaimer: House, MD created by David Shore and Torchwood by Russell T Davies. I have no money, so seriously, don't bother.
Summary: Sometimes fate intervenes when you least expect. Sometimes you can actually get what you want.
A/N: Set after Season 8 of House,MD while Wilson and House are traveling. Wilson has five months to live and House gave up his very existence to spend that time with Wilson. Torchwood timeline is after Season 2 but Ianto is very much alive. Of course, he's always been alive for me because I've been cruising that river in Egypt since 2009. This is a multi-chapter fic but is, for the most part, complete. I know I have a torchwood fic and a couple House fics that need finishing but I'll tell you, this is all set. I'll try to post every few days. Don't want to do it too quickly ;) It's good to be back. I hope you like it and please let me know what you think. Just be nice as it's been awhile and I'm a delicate flower. Oh, and yes, this is a fix it fic for House. I'll let you ponder that for a bit.
"I'm dead Wilson. How do you wanna spend your last five months?" -House, MD finale 'Everybody Dies'
Nine weeks passed since the day he 'died'. Ten since his best friend of twenty years decided that he would die with 'dignity'. House had tried to get Wilson to fight with every bit of his pigheaded tenacity. That same stubbornness he had used in the past to manipulate House for the greater good. House tried to get him to fight for a chance for just one more day on this earth. 'One more day with him…For him' He didn't win that argument.
House knew that what Wilson was striving for was an impossible task. Dying with dignity only happened in the movies. Real life, dying was anything but dignified. More so when one was hand delivered a death sentence from Cancer himself! 'And how ironic was that!'
Looking at his best friend idly sitting on the weather worn bench…'does it ever NOT rain here'…, taking in the world around him, as if committing it to some portion of his memory that can be taken to the grave, House thinks that just this once, he can pretend in the illusion, if only for Wilson's sake. At least that's what he tells himself.
"Wales. You just had to find the dreariest place imaginable didn't you?"
House looks up to the sky and sighs. His leg was always so damn temperamental in the rain. Perhaps this is Wilson's way of punishing him for being the one not dying. He had once said that if he was more like House, then maybe he'd at least deserved to have cancer. 'That had hurt'
"It's not dreary. It's glorious; beautiful actually."
When Wilson looks out over the Bay with a wistful crooked little smile, House finds it very difficult to keep his contrived agitation at the fore front. Well, it's his trademark after all so sticks to the tried and true.
"You dropped thousands of dollars and broke a law or two to get me a fake ID and passport just to come to a place where it always rains and the national pastime is sheep."
"Yes House, I dragged you half way around the world for the rain and the sheep. You've found me out. "
Wilson tilts his head to give House the insufferable look that is more frequent than not on his ever changing features.
"I wanted to see part of the world before I…just...before, and Wales is known for its breathtaking scenery."
Wilson rises on slightly shaking legs. A reminder of why they're here. That time is working against them.
"Let's take a walk under the boardwalk. See what's down there."
House rises to his feet as well to follow his friend. On the horizon he takes in a water tower. Beautiful in its simplicity House thinks. Instead of sharing that sentiment with his friend, House falls back on his favorite coping mechanism; sarcasm.
"Rain, sheep, and a large phallic symbol in the middle of the city. Great place you've chosen here, Wilson. Trying to tell me something?"
That earns House that unguarded smile that Wilson seems to reserve just for him and his childlike antics. House smiles his secret 'Wilson' smile back.
As they begin walking, House notices the stutter in Wilson's step and the wince that was so imperceptible that if House hadn't been watching so closely, he'd have missed it.
"Feeling okay? We can go back to the hotel and rest a bit."
A range of emotions flitter across Wilson's face before speaking. "I don't have much time left House. I'm always going to be tired and sore. I want to keep going."
House understands Wilson's need to push on through the discomfort. House had done the same thing himself many times in the past. 'Damn leg, always in pain.' Maybe it doesn't compare to dying of cancer within the next few months, but he did understand Wilson's need to not give in to one's body. 'Give in once and you may never get up again'.
They were wandering for what felt like hours but in reality, probably less than one; both feeling beaten down and in pain but for different reasons. Neither wanting to stop because once they did…well, neither wanted to consider what would happen once Wilson stopped trying to push on. Coming up to a bench at the end of an alley, House could see the obvious fatigue etched deeply in the younger man's haunted face. He knew Wilson would try to forge on so House played the cripple card. Not a stretch by any means as he was in pain. The offer however, was more for his friend's benefit than his own.
"Wilson seriously, my leg is killing me. Let's take a load off over there before I fall over. Don't think you're in any condition to carry my crippled ass back to the hotel."
Wilson looked at House; looking for any tells that House was trying to coddle him. He must not have found any as he changed direction toward the bench.
"Sure. I could use a break as well." Taking a seat, they each took in their surroundings.
"Starting to get dark; probably should think about heading back soon. Though I'm not actually sure where we are anymore."
House had to agree. He was so lost in thought while they were walking that he didn't pay much attention as to which way they were going.
"Well, I'd say we could ask someone for directions. When I say we, I mean you of course..."
"Off course House"
"Don't want me to start pissing of the locals, do ya? Anyway, as I was saying, you could ask someone, but it seems like, not only did we lose our way, but we've lost civilization as well."
With a tired sigh, Wilson looked off to the distance were the sun was just starting to set, to see if he recognized any land marks.
"I see the lights from the bay to our left. We'll just head back that way until we recognize something, or run into a helpful Welshman. I do hear they're quite friendly, which means of course, you won't fit in at all."
House, turning toward Wilson, feigning a hurtful expression...
"But I'm just missed understood!"
Incredulous, Wilson snorted… "Misunderstood, my ass! Just let me do all the talking...which is of course what you wanted all along. Jerk!"
"Face it Jimmy. I will always be able to manipulate you to my own desire."
Energy seemed to drain out of Wilson right before House's eyes. The banter dropping instantly. Sometimes it just didn't seem right, or even fun anymore.
"House, I'm starting to show signs that I'm heading into the final stages of my cancer. We need to think about how we're going to deal and prepare for the…the end."
House knew Wilson was right. He could see the tell tale signs with each new day. He just didn't want to accept it. "I know. Just not right now."
The pleading tone in House's voice. The tone he didn't even intend to use must have been enough for Wilson to concede; at least for the time being.
"Okay"
The two friends sat in a comfortable silence for a period of time. Each reflecting on the future; trying to come to terms with the inevitable.
Just as House was thinking of getting Wilson moving, he heard what he thought to be a whimper. Concerned the younger man was feeling ill once again, he made a cursory visual exam for any additional discomfort. Nothing seemed to be amiss; at least not in addition to the day's discomfort. As House was looking away, there was another whimper. Obviously Wilson heard it too.
"You hear that?"
House got to his feet and looked toward where the second whimper came from.
"I think something or someone is down at the end of the alley. I'm gonna go check it out."
Wilson, shooting to his feet in alarm, "House, no! It could be dangerous!"
House was looking at Wilson as he made his way toward the alley.
"Don't be such a pussy Wilson. It's probably just a wounded dog or something."
"House no!"
Just then, they both heard someone in a very weak voice ask for help. Both Doctors' minds fell back onto their medical training instinctively; pushing their way to the end of the alley to help a fellow human being.
"House, over here!"
House joined his friend to find a young man lying on the ground, barely conscious. By appearances, he was attacked by some form of vicious animal.
"Contusions on face and neck. Deep wounds across his chest. Defensive wounds to the back of his hands. Pulse rapid and thready. He's losing blood too fast and he's showing signs of shock! He needs a trauma team now!"
House was mentally documenting the young man's injuries as well.
"No shit, I went to medical school too! You got your cell phone? Left mine at the hotel. Do they even have 911 here?"
Wilson was already pulling out his cell. "Yeah, I think its 999 though."
Just as Wilson was getting ready to dial, the injured man tried to speak.
"What's he saying?"
House put his ear toward the man's mouth in attempt to hear more clearly.
"N..o…don't…c-call"
"Of course we have to call you moron! You want to die?"
"House…"
The man was now grabbing House's arm with strength that he shouldn't possess in his condition and started speaking more clearly this time.
"He'll…c-ome…wait"
Wilson was looking desperately at House. "What do we do?"
House was about to say fuck it and call anyway. He never listened to patients before and wasn't about to start now. 'Even if technically he wasn't a licensed doctor anymore due to his untimely 'death' and this man wasn't technically his patient'. Inconsequential details as far as House were concerned. Just when he was thinking of sharing this with Wilson, he caught sight of a man in a long coat barreling down the alley toward them. The man dropped to his knees, all but ignoring the two doctors that were tending to the injured fellow. Coat Man proceeded to take in the state, of what he assumed, was his friend.
"Oh God… Ianto!"
TBC
chapter 2> http://lorib12.livejournal.com/29929.html
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Title: Gift of Life
Characters: House, Wilson, Jack, Ianto
Pairings: Jack/Ianto slash, House/Wilson friendship/pre-slash
Chapter one word count- 1500+
Warnings: spoilers for all seasons of House- primarily season 8. Possible spoilers for S1 and 2 of Torchwood.
Disclaimer: House, MD created by David Shore and Torchwood by Russell T Davies. I have no money, so seriously, don't bother.
Summary: Sometimes fate intervenes when you least expect. Sometimes you can actually get what you want.
A/N: Set after Season 8 of House,MD while Wilson and House are traveling. Wilson has five months to live and House gave up his very existence to spend that time with Wilson. Torchwood timeline is after Season 2 but Ianto is very much alive. Of course, he's always been alive for me because I've been cruising that river in Egypt since 2009. This is a multi-chapter fic but is, for the most part, complete. I know I have a torchwood fic and a couple House fics that need finishing but I'll tell you, this is all set. I'll try to post every few days. Don't want to do it too quickly ;) It's good to be back. I hope you like it and please let me know what you think. Just be nice as it's been awhile and I'm a delicate flower. Oh, and yes, this is a fix it fic for House. I'll let you ponder that for a bit.
"I'm dead Wilson. How do you wanna spend your last five months?" -House, MD finale 'Everybody Dies'
Nine weeks passed since the day he 'died'. Ten since his best friend of twenty years decided that he would die with 'dignity'. House had tried to get Wilson to fight with every bit of his pigheaded tenacity. That same stubbornness he had used in the past to manipulate House for the greater good. House tried to get him to fight for a chance for just one more day on this earth. 'One more day with him…For him' He didn't win that argument.
House knew that what Wilson was striving for was an impossible task. Dying with dignity only happened in the movies. Real life, dying was anything but dignified. More so when one was hand delivered a death sentence from Cancer himself! 'And how ironic was that!'
Looking at his best friend idly sitting on the weather worn bench…'does it ever NOT rain here'…, taking in the world around him, as if committing it to some portion of his memory that can be taken to the grave, House thinks that just this once, he can pretend in the illusion, if only for Wilson's sake. At least that's what he tells himself.
"Wales. You just had to find the dreariest place imaginable didn't you?"
House looks up to the sky and sighs. His leg was always so damn temperamental in the rain. Perhaps this is Wilson's way of punishing him for being the one not dying. He had once said that if he was more like House, then maybe he'd at least deserved to have cancer. 'That had hurt'
"It's not dreary. It's glorious; beautiful actually."
When Wilson looks out over the Bay with a wistful crooked little smile, House finds it very difficult to keep his contrived agitation at the fore front. Well, it's his trademark after all so sticks to the tried and true.
"You dropped thousands of dollars and broke a law or two to get me a fake ID and passport just to come to a place where it always rains and the national pastime is sheep."
"Yes House, I dragged you half way around the world for the rain and the sheep. You've found me out. "
Wilson tilts his head to give House the insufferable look that is more frequent than not on his ever changing features.
"I wanted to see part of the world before I…just...before, and Wales is known for its breathtaking scenery."
Wilson rises on slightly shaking legs. A reminder of why they're here. That time is working against them.
"Let's take a walk under the boardwalk. See what's down there."
House rises to his feet as well to follow his friend. On the horizon he takes in a water tower. Beautiful in its simplicity House thinks. Instead of sharing that sentiment with his friend, House falls back on his favorite coping mechanism; sarcasm.
"Rain, sheep, and a large phallic symbol in the middle of the city. Great place you've chosen here, Wilson. Trying to tell me something?"
That earns House that unguarded smile that Wilson seems to reserve just for him and his childlike antics. House smiles his secret 'Wilson' smile back.
As they begin walking, House notices the stutter in Wilson's step and the wince that was so imperceptible that if House hadn't been watching so closely, he'd have missed it.
"Feeling okay? We can go back to the hotel and rest a bit."
A range of emotions flitter across Wilson's face before speaking. "I don't have much time left House. I'm always going to be tired and sore. I want to keep going."
House understands Wilson's need to push on through the discomfort. House had done the same thing himself many times in the past. 'Damn leg, always in pain.' Maybe it doesn't compare to dying of cancer within the next few months, but he did understand Wilson's need to not give in to one's body. 'Give in once and you may never get up again'.
They were wandering for what felt like hours but in reality, probably less than one; both feeling beaten down and in pain but for different reasons. Neither wanting to stop because once they did…well, neither wanted to consider what would happen once Wilson stopped trying to push on. Coming up to a bench at the end of an alley, House could see the obvious fatigue etched deeply in the younger man's haunted face. He knew Wilson would try to forge on so House played the cripple card. Not a stretch by any means as he was in pain. The offer however, was more for his friend's benefit than his own.
"Wilson seriously, my leg is killing me. Let's take a load off over there before I fall over. Don't think you're in any condition to carry my crippled ass back to the hotel."
Wilson looked at House; looking for any tells that House was trying to coddle him. He must not have found any as he changed direction toward the bench.
"Sure. I could use a break as well." Taking a seat, they each took in their surroundings.
"Starting to get dark; probably should think about heading back soon. Though I'm not actually sure where we are anymore."
House had to agree. He was so lost in thought while they were walking that he didn't pay much attention as to which way they were going.
"Well, I'd say we could ask someone for directions. When I say we, I mean you of course..."
"Off course House"
"Don't want me to start pissing of the locals, do ya? Anyway, as I was saying, you could ask someone, but it seems like, not only did we lose our way, but we've lost civilization as well."
With a tired sigh, Wilson looked off to the distance were the sun was just starting to set, to see if he recognized any land marks.
"I see the lights from the bay to our left. We'll just head back that way until we recognize something, or run into a helpful Welshman. I do hear they're quite friendly, which means of course, you won't fit in at all."
House, turning toward Wilson, feigning a hurtful expression...
"But I'm just missed understood!"
Incredulous, Wilson snorted… "Misunderstood, my ass! Just let me do all the talking...which is of course what you wanted all along. Jerk!"
"Face it Jimmy. I will always be able to manipulate you to my own desire."
Energy seemed to drain out of Wilson right before House's eyes. The banter dropping instantly. Sometimes it just didn't seem right, or even fun anymore.
"House, I'm starting to show signs that I'm heading into the final stages of my cancer. We need to think about how we're going to deal and prepare for the…the end."
House knew Wilson was right. He could see the tell tale signs with each new day. He just didn't want to accept it. "I know. Just not right now."
The pleading tone in House's voice. The tone he didn't even intend to use must have been enough for Wilson to concede; at least for the time being.
"Okay"
The two friends sat in a comfortable silence for a period of time. Each reflecting on the future; trying to come to terms with the inevitable.
Just as House was thinking of getting Wilson moving, he heard what he thought to be a whimper. Concerned the younger man was feeling ill once again, he made a cursory visual exam for any additional discomfort. Nothing seemed to be amiss; at least not in addition to the day's discomfort. As House was looking away, there was another whimper. Obviously Wilson heard it too.
"You hear that?"
House got to his feet and looked toward where the second whimper came from.
"I think something or someone is down at the end of the alley. I'm gonna go check it out."
Wilson, shooting to his feet in alarm, "House, no! It could be dangerous!"
House was looking at Wilson as he made his way toward the alley.
"Don't be such a pussy Wilson. It's probably just a wounded dog or something."
"House no!"
Just then, they both heard someone in a very weak voice ask for help. Both Doctors' minds fell back onto their medical training instinctively; pushing their way to the end of the alley to help a fellow human being.
"House, over here!"
House joined his friend to find a young man lying on the ground, barely conscious. By appearances, he was attacked by some form of vicious animal.
"Contusions on face and neck. Deep wounds across his chest. Defensive wounds to the back of his hands. Pulse rapid and thready. He's losing blood too fast and he's showing signs of shock! He needs a trauma team now!"
House was mentally documenting the young man's injuries as well.
"No shit, I went to medical school too! You got your cell phone? Left mine at the hotel. Do they even have 911 here?"
Wilson was already pulling out his cell. "Yeah, I think its 999 though."
Just as Wilson was getting ready to dial, the injured man tried to speak.
"What's he saying?"
House put his ear toward the man's mouth in attempt to hear more clearly.
"N..o…don't…c-call"
"Of course we have to call you moron! You want to die?"
"House…"
The man was now grabbing House's arm with strength that he shouldn't possess in his condition and started speaking more clearly this time.
"He'll…c-ome…wait"
Wilson was looking desperately at House. "What do we do?"
House was about to say fuck it and call anyway. He never listened to patients before and wasn't about to start now. 'Even if technically he wasn't a licensed doctor anymore due to his untimely 'death' and this man wasn't technically his patient'. Inconsequential details as far as House were concerned. Just when he was thinking of sharing this with Wilson, he caught sight of a man in a long coat barreling down the alley toward them. The man dropped to his knees, all but ignoring the two doctors that were tending to the injured fellow. Coat Man proceeded to take in the state, of what he assumed, was his friend.
"Oh God… Ianto!"
TBC
chapter 2> http://lorib12.livejournal.com/29929.html
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