Fic: The Path of Green Lights
Title: The Path of Green Lights
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: House/Wilson(of course)
Summary: Well, Wilson has a dream that he's slightly fearing the meaning of and avoids House all day. Why?
Warnings/Author Notes: This is going to be AU if my mind has full reign of this. If you've ever read the Nightrunner series by Lynn Flewelling, you'll understand where this idea is coming from; more specifically, Stalking Darkness: the second book. Well, yeah...enjoy...
The darkness engulfed him entirely, causing him the slightest amount of fear before giving way to white lights. They were small bulbs, like twinkling stars, only larger, and possibly brighter. Looking around, he caught the white lights placing themselves in patterns, and eventually including lines, curves, and waves. These gave way to shadows that were even darker than the blackness surrounding him. The lines and waves came together, forming three-dimensional images and soon, he found himself on a reasonably deserted street.
Wilson looked around, not recognizing his environment at all. (Toto, we're not in Princeton anymore...) The buildings looked very decorative, yet also primitive. The road he was standing on was a dirt road, no sidewalk or concrete in sight. However, that sight wasn't the best of judgments considering that he was thrown into semi-darkness. The lights that previously surrounded him were now gone, letting him become aware of the other pathway only about thirty feet before him that veered off into the right. He followed the light and nothing else.
After turning onto the walkway, the lights that surrounded him were all mostly green. As opposed to the street before, this one was quite crowded and filled with people going to all different destinations.
How can one place be this busy this late at night? What time is it, anyway? Wilson looked to his left arm to see that his watch was gone. There wasn't even a tan line that showed that it was ever there. Shrugging, he decided to wing it and walk ahead.
Watching those around him, he decided that these buildings were really popular late at night. There were handfuls of people just walking in and out of them. Hearing some laughter coming from one, and a clanging of coins being piled, he figured that this must be some kind of casino area; gambling going on at all hours.
Having no interest in gambling, Wilson wondered where he was and why he was here of all places. A place like this, full of bars and taverns would be more of a place that House would go...
As if on cue, Wilson heard a laugh ahead that was unmistakable. It drug up a memory from years ago, before the infarction, before Stacy's betrayal, before everything. Dispelling it, he walked at a brisker pace, hoping it would come again so he could find his friend and ask where the hell they were and when they were getting out of here.
Slowing momentarily, Wilson looked around, every building looked the same. The same doors, the same crafting, the same green light. Where are you?
There it was again! Wilson wheeled around, looking wildly without any real reason to this irrationality. The instinct came through his mind and stayed there. It wouldn't let him go even if he tried.
Looking behind him, he narrowed the source down to a possible three doors. Going by instinct alone, he chose the middle door, walking in before he really knew what he was getting into.
Wilson looked around as he entered, finding many things interesting, probably least of which was all of the men in the front room, just sitting around. Some were talking, others were just cuddling. A few of the couples were even making out in the room for all to see. After getting over the initial surprise of it, he eventually found House near the corner, talking with another of the men there. What drew his attention was the fact that House just happened to be shirtless.
Now sure, the place was quite warm, it shouldn't be considered offensive or even suggestive that a man was sitting there without his shirt, but for some reason, Wilson found it interesting with House. Maybe even...attractive?
Okay, get those thoughts out of your head. Now. House was his friend, his male, straight friend. What's going on here? And what's that smell?
Wilson sniffed the air again, wondering what it was. It was incense of some sort, and the man was surprised again to find that it was having a sort of aphrodisiac affect on him. Looking to the specific corner, he met House's eye. One of the icy blue eyes winked...
...and the scene faded into darkness.
Wilson woke up to the sunlight shining in his eyes from the living room window. Sitting up and covering his eyes, he wondered what that was about. That wasn't the first time he ever dreamed something like that, the dreams had been recurring randomly for the past week... Not just the setting, but...House--
"Wakie wakie, Boy Wonder!" Wilson heard a voice calling out behind him. Twisting around, he saw House limping out from the hallway.
"What are you doing up so early?" Wilson asked, wondering just what time it was.
"Early? What are you talking about? It's about 10:00," he replied. Wilson jumped off the couch, suddenly awake.
"What? What happened to my alarm?!" he asked.
"Oh, that pesky thing? It woke me up. Since you didn't wake up, I thought you needed to sleep in a bit so I turned it off," House replied, making his way to the kitchen for something to eat.
"Damn it House! I have a meeting in," he looked at his watch, which read 10:03, "less than a half an hour! I'm going to be late!"
Wilson got dressed, forgot to shower, and rushed out the door as House was sitting calmly on the couch, eating a peanut butter sandwich. As the door slammed behind the oncologist, he reached behind him under the couch cushions to retrieve the clock, the flashing numbers of 9:00 staring back at him. Hehehe... House thought.
***
Wilson was avoiding him, House thought as he sat in his office, watching Wilson pass the door for the fifth time today without even motioning toward going in. This was ridiculous. Now sure, Wilson could just be still a little peeved about this morning, but usually he'd do something to get back at him.
House has been forgiven sooner for greater offenses.
So that's how House decides to go and get Wilson's attention somehow. Standing, he moves to the balcony door and goes through, leaping the wall and pulling Wilson's door open.
Wilson wasn't there.
I could've sworn that he went back to his office, House thought, looking around. Shrugging, he limped back the way he came, not noticing the office door was cracked open.
***
Wilson knew he was being childish by avoiding House over something as simple as a dream, but he needed time to think without any outside interference. After realizing that House had kicked him out of the flat an hour earlier than he thought, he found time to percolate over the dream he had.
Why this and why now? What did these mean? And best yet, where the hell are these dreams coming from? It was the third night in a row that he saw this in his sleep. It kind of creeped him out, but remembering something a friend told him years ago freaked him out more.
The dreams can reveal one's deepest wishes, fears, or desires. You just need to know how to read them, she had said. Why that conversation was coming back to him now was a mystery, but put into current context, was scary. The thought that Wilson had refused to bring up surfaced:
Am I attracted to House?
***
When Wilson walked in, House had already gotten back and was playing random notes on his piano, thinking. Not wanting to disturb this, and not really wanting to talk to him either, Wilson went straight to the kitchen, preparing the Chinese Take-out that he brought with him and getting a few beers from the fridge. Doing a balancing act, Wilson managed to take everything out at once and set it on the coffee table, sitting on the couch and reaching for one of the boxes.
House limped to the sofa and took a seat, putting his feet up and reaching for another box as well as a beer. After opening it and taking a drink, he set it down and turned to his companion.
"So Jimmy, why have you been avoiding me all day?" he asked, breaking the mutual silence.
"I haven't been avoiding you, I've just been busy," Wilson lied. It was a simple, reasonable excuse that he used far too often. House raised an eyebrow, knowing that it wasn't the truth.
"Sure, and you passed my office five times without even saying hi because...?" House retorted.
"I. Was. Busy. I was basically going from patient to patient to meeting all day House," Wilson sighed, not wanting to get into this.
"For some reason, I doubt that," he replied, but left it at that. For now. House reached for the remote and turned on the TV to the OC. Wilson wasn't really watching and he doubted that House was either.
After they had both finished eating, House yawned, stretching slightly and reached for the remote, turning off the TV and slowly standing up.
"I'm going to bed," he said, limping off to his bedroom. Wilson sat there, struggling with what to do before his voice called out, escaping his mouth before he could do anything to stop it.
"House." The other man stopped, turning slightly to see Wilson sitting there, slightly tense.
"It was a dream."
House let out a snort before composing himself and Wilson sighed. He knew it would be a bad idea to tell House this, he shouldn't have even mentioned it. Before he could tell House to forget it and go to bed, the other man was already sitting beside him again, looking expectantly for an answer.
"You're telling me that you've been avoiding me all day because of a nightmare? What, the boogey man come and eat you or something?"
"It wasn't a nightmare...well...forget it. Go to bed," Wilson said, standing. Before he could straighten, there was a hand on his shoulder, pushing him down to the couch again.
"Nuh-uh. You've been avoiding me all day because of this, I think I should know what it is," House said, noticing Wilson's sudden tension. "What happens?"
"It's not what happens more than what I think it means," Wilson muttered, turning away, his college-years conversation with his Psychology-major girlfriend coming back to him.
"Okay. What does it mean then?" House asked, clearly humoring him now, but the question also had a curiosity behind it that only House was capable of. Wilson looked hesitant at first and sighed, but soon steeled himself and turned to face House.
"This," Wilson replied before bringing a hand up to House's shoulder. Before either of the two could protest or stop themselves, Wilson pushed the other man back against the arm and leaned forward, pushing his lips to House's.
It wasn't anything special, just tentative, hesitant. Wilson wasn't sure how to judge House's reaction and House remained still, shocked. Wilson pushed with a bit more resolve, throwing away all of his shame and made the kiss a bit more concrete, passionate. House stiffened slightly and Wilson wasn't sure how to interpret it. He was about to pull away, but House soon relaxed and lifted a hand to the back of Wilson's neck, returning the kiss.
As they pulled apart, Wilson kept his eyes closed, afraid to see the reaction, but soon opened them to find House actually...content?
"Interesting dreams you have there, Jimmy," he said, catching his breath.
"You have no idea," Wilson replied as he leaned in for another kiss.
Fin
And to all a good night! Happy ChristmaHanaKwanzaTice Tide! Whatever you celebrate, Happy That! If it wasn't covered in above greeting(Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Solstice, or Yuletide), sorry, but I haven't done extensive research as to what several holidays are celebrated this time of year...
Good Night!
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: House/Wilson(of course)
Summary: Well, Wilson has a dream that he's slightly fearing the meaning of and avoids House all day. Why?
Warnings/Author Notes: This is going to be AU if my mind has full reign of this. If you've ever read the Nightrunner series by Lynn Flewelling, you'll understand where this idea is coming from; more specifically, Stalking Darkness: the second book. Well, yeah...enjoy...
The darkness engulfed him entirely, causing him the slightest amount of fear before giving way to white lights. They were small bulbs, like twinkling stars, only larger, and possibly brighter. Looking around, he caught the white lights placing themselves in patterns, and eventually including lines, curves, and waves. These gave way to shadows that were even darker than the blackness surrounding him. The lines and waves came together, forming three-dimensional images and soon, he found himself on a reasonably deserted street.
Wilson looked around, not recognizing his environment at all. (Toto, we're not in Princeton anymore...) The buildings looked very decorative, yet also primitive. The road he was standing on was a dirt road, no sidewalk or concrete in sight. However, that sight wasn't the best of judgments considering that he was thrown into semi-darkness. The lights that previously surrounded him were now gone, letting him become aware of the other pathway only about thirty feet before him that veered off into the right. He followed the light and nothing else.
After turning onto the walkway, the lights that surrounded him were all mostly green. As opposed to the street before, this one was quite crowded and filled with people going to all different destinations.
How can one place be this busy this late at night? What time is it, anyway? Wilson looked to his left arm to see that his watch was gone. There wasn't even a tan line that showed that it was ever there. Shrugging, he decided to wing it and walk ahead.
Watching those around him, he decided that these buildings were really popular late at night. There were handfuls of people just walking in and out of them. Hearing some laughter coming from one, and a clanging of coins being piled, he figured that this must be some kind of casino area; gambling going on at all hours.
Having no interest in gambling, Wilson wondered where he was and why he was here of all places. A place like this, full of bars and taverns would be more of a place that House would go...
As if on cue, Wilson heard a laugh ahead that was unmistakable. It drug up a memory from years ago, before the infarction, before Stacy's betrayal, before everything. Dispelling it, he walked at a brisker pace, hoping it would come again so he could find his friend and ask where the hell they were and when they were getting out of here.
Slowing momentarily, Wilson looked around, every building looked the same. The same doors, the same crafting, the same green light. Where are you?
There it was again! Wilson wheeled around, looking wildly without any real reason to this irrationality. The instinct came through his mind and stayed there. It wouldn't let him go even if he tried.
Looking behind him, he narrowed the source down to a possible three doors. Going by instinct alone, he chose the middle door, walking in before he really knew what he was getting into.
Wilson looked around as he entered, finding many things interesting, probably least of which was all of the men in the front room, just sitting around. Some were talking, others were just cuddling. A few of the couples were even making out in the room for all to see. After getting over the initial surprise of it, he eventually found House near the corner, talking with another of the men there. What drew his attention was the fact that House just happened to be shirtless.
Now sure, the place was quite warm, it shouldn't be considered offensive or even suggestive that a man was sitting there without his shirt, but for some reason, Wilson found it interesting with House. Maybe even...attractive?
Okay, get those thoughts out of your head. Now. House was his friend, his male, straight friend. What's going on here? And what's that smell?
Wilson sniffed the air again, wondering what it was. It was incense of some sort, and the man was surprised again to find that it was having a sort of aphrodisiac affect on him. Looking to the specific corner, he met House's eye. One of the icy blue eyes winked...
...and the scene faded into darkness.
Wilson woke up to the sunlight shining in his eyes from the living room window. Sitting up and covering his eyes, he wondered what that was about. That wasn't the first time he ever dreamed something like that, the dreams had been recurring randomly for the past week... Not just the setting, but...House--
"Wakie wakie, Boy Wonder!" Wilson heard a voice calling out behind him. Twisting around, he saw House limping out from the hallway.
"What are you doing up so early?" Wilson asked, wondering just what time it was.
"Early? What are you talking about? It's about 10:00," he replied. Wilson jumped off the couch, suddenly awake.
"What? What happened to my alarm?!" he asked.
"Oh, that pesky thing? It woke me up. Since you didn't wake up, I thought you needed to sleep in a bit so I turned it off," House replied, making his way to the kitchen for something to eat.
"Damn it House! I have a meeting in," he looked at his watch, which read 10:03, "less than a half an hour! I'm going to be late!"
Wilson got dressed, forgot to shower, and rushed out the door as House was sitting calmly on the couch, eating a peanut butter sandwich. As the door slammed behind the oncologist, he reached behind him under the couch cushions to retrieve the clock, the flashing numbers of 9:00 staring back at him. Hehehe... House thought.
***
Wilson was avoiding him, House thought as he sat in his office, watching Wilson pass the door for the fifth time today without even motioning toward going in. This was ridiculous. Now sure, Wilson could just be still a little peeved about this morning, but usually he'd do something to get back at him.
House has been forgiven sooner for greater offenses.
So that's how House decides to go and get Wilson's attention somehow. Standing, he moves to the balcony door and goes through, leaping the wall and pulling Wilson's door open.
Wilson wasn't there.
I could've sworn that he went back to his office, House thought, looking around. Shrugging, he limped back the way he came, not noticing the office door was cracked open.
***
Wilson knew he was being childish by avoiding House over something as simple as a dream, but he needed time to think without any outside interference. After realizing that House had kicked him out of the flat an hour earlier than he thought, he found time to percolate over the dream he had.
Why this and why now? What did these mean? And best yet, where the hell are these dreams coming from? It was the third night in a row that he saw this in his sleep. It kind of creeped him out, but remembering something a friend told him years ago freaked him out more.
The dreams can reveal one's deepest wishes, fears, or desires. You just need to know how to read them, she had said. Why that conversation was coming back to him now was a mystery, but put into current context, was scary. The thought that Wilson had refused to bring up surfaced:
Am I attracted to House?
***
When Wilson walked in, House had already gotten back and was playing random notes on his piano, thinking. Not wanting to disturb this, and not really wanting to talk to him either, Wilson went straight to the kitchen, preparing the Chinese Take-out that he brought with him and getting a few beers from the fridge. Doing a balancing act, Wilson managed to take everything out at once and set it on the coffee table, sitting on the couch and reaching for one of the boxes.
House limped to the sofa and took a seat, putting his feet up and reaching for another box as well as a beer. After opening it and taking a drink, he set it down and turned to his companion.
"So Jimmy, why have you been avoiding me all day?" he asked, breaking the mutual silence.
"I haven't been avoiding you, I've just been busy," Wilson lied. It was a simple, reasonable excuse that he used far too often. House raised an eyebrow, knowing that it wasn't the truth.
"Sure, and you passed my office five times without even saying hi because...?" House retorted.
"I. Was. Busy. I was basically going from patient to patient to meeting all day House," Wilson sighed, not wanting to get into this.
"For some reason, I doubt that," he replied, but left it at that. For now. House reached for the remote and turned on the TV to the OC. Wilson wasn't really watching and he doubted that House was either.
After they had both finished eating, House yawned, stretching slightly and reached for the remote, turning off the TV and slowly standing up.
"I'm going to bed," he said, limping off to his bedroom. Wilson sat there, struggling with what to do before his voice called out, escaping his mouth before he could do anything to stop it.
"House." The other man stopped, turning slightly to see Wilson sitting there, slightly tense.
"It was a dream."
House let out a snort before composing himself and Wilson sighed. He knew it would be a bad idea to tell House this, he shouldn't have even mentioned it. Before he could tell House to forget it and go to bed, the other man was already sitting beside him again, looking expectantly for an answer.
"You're telling me that you've been avoiding me all day because of a nightmare? What, the boogey man come and eat you or something?"
"It wasn't a nightmare...well...forget it. Go to bed," Wilson said, standing. Before he could straighten, there was a hand on his shoulder, pushing him down to the couch again.
"Nuh-uh. You've been avoiding me all day because of this, I think I should know what it is," House said, noticing Wilson's sudden tension. "What happens?"
"It's not what happens more than what I think it means," Wilson muttered, turning away, his college-years conversation with his Psychology-major girlfriend coming back to him.
"Okay. What does it mean then?" House asked, clearly humoring him now, but the question also had a curiosity behind it that only House was capable of. Wilson looked hesitant at first and sighed, but soon steeled himself and turned to face House.
"This," Wilson replied before bringing a hand up to House's shoulder. Before either of the two could protest or stop themselves, Wilson pushed the other man back against the arm and leaned forward, pushing his lips to House's.
It wasn't anything special, just tentative, hesitant. Wilson wasn't sure how to judge House's reaction and House remained still, shocked. Wilson pushed with a bit more resolve, throwing away all of his shame and made the kiss a bit more concrete, passionate. House stiffened slightly and Wilson wasn't sure how to interpret it. He was about to pull away, but House soon relaxed and lifted a hand to the back of Wilson's neck, returning the kiss.
As they pulled apart, Wilson kept his eyes closed, afraid to see the reaction, but soon opened them to find House actually...content?
"Interesting dreams you have there, Jimmy," he said, catching his breath.
"You have no idea," Wilson replied as he leaned in for another kiss.
Fin
And to all a good night! Happy ChristmaHanaKwanzaTice Tide! Whatever you celebrate, Happy That! If it wasn't covered in above greeting(Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Solstice, or Yuletide), sorry, but I haven't done extensive research as to what several holidays are celebrated this time of year...
Good Night!