First entry, first fic- "Nice" for the House, MD Fanfiction Challenge
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Story Title: Nice
Word Count: 1239
Status: Complete
Genre: POV
Summary: Dr. James Wilson is a very nice man.
Nice
The word that people tend to apply to him is nice. And they’re right- Dr. James Wilson is a very nice man. He helps people across the street, buys Girl Scout cookies and brings them into work, is courteous, brave and reverent- sometimes. Honest- well, he tries, which may be why he’s 3-0 in the marital sweepstakes. Hell, he puts up with House, which has some people voting him for sainthood and others wondering if he’s a not-so-closet masochist.
It’s not that he hasn’t considered trying to be mean, but he lacks the stomach, or at least the skills. Besides, he tends to get further with charm than House does with insults. House’s gleeful bridge-burning habits will someday land him in enemy territory with no line of retreat. Wilson kind of wants to be there when it happens.
Today he’s not sure which it is, masochism or saintliness. House has been acting weirder than usual, culminating in his dash out of the hospital a few days ago. His Ducklings have been taking the brunt, so he took House to lunch to keep Cameron from snapping and braining him with a microscope. That was…interesting. House alternated between his usual mongoose-like curiosity about Wilson’s private life- letting him know that the word “date” was back in his vocabulary had been a tactical move that succeeded- and an odd distraction. When he was paying attention, he was completely on, but there were moments when he seemed to be in another dimension.
Wilson has been experiencing some of that himself. It’s time to make some changes in his life, but he’s not really sure where to start.
Speaking of starting, Wilson needs to start out for another place- physically, that is. He has a lecture to deliver at Princeton on cell degeneration for a graduate bio class. Hopefully this Dr. Murphy is prepared. She’s been rather hard to get hold of. He sighs. Guest lectures on Halloween. He just hopes the students aren’t in costume.
********
Wilson’s running up the front steps to the auditorium when his niceness, not to mention his medical training, have him moving to catch the bundle one of the two women directly ahead of him has just bobbled. Her companion looks terrified and tries to grab it, but they trip on each other and Wilson is the lucky one. He has no idea what’s wrong until he looks down- and falls in love.
He’s never admitted it to a living soul, but he loves children. Being a father is a lifelong dream of his. He almost went into neonatal as a specialty until he realized he’d have to deal with dying babies. Pediatrics has the same problem. Instead, he’s been a Big Brother, which gives him somewhere to be paternal.
In his arms is the most adorable bundle of baby James Wilson has ever seen, all big blue eyes and sweetness. She- with those eyes and that charm, she must be a she- is in a little green thing with a little frog hat. An endless time later he looks up at two women smiling at him and realizes he’s been telling Baby Adorable just how adorable she is. He blushes but smiles back. The older woman pulls out a notepad. I’m Dr. Murphy and this is my daughter Aisling. I assume you’re Dr. Wilson? I’m sorry to be out of touch, but I’ve been somewhat tied up.
“Aisling’s adorable,” he gushes. “Aren’t you just a wonder?” he adds, looking down into her big blue eyes. Belatedly, he answers, “Yes, I’m James Wilson. I’d offer to shake hands, but Miss Baby has them. Don’t you have gorgeous eyes? They remind me of House, but no-one could believe you’re related to him.”
His head snaps up at the odd sounds issuing from Dr. Murphy’s throat. He’d been told about her injuries, so quickly realized that she was…laughing? The other woman was smothering a giggle as well. No, no one would believe it- even though she is. He’s her father.
James Wilson’s arms tighten protectively around Aisling.
********
He’s her father. Gregory House has a baby. House has a baby.
This rather dazed thought pattern is replaying in Wilson’s mind as he goes through his lecture. Luckily he’s had enough experience to know that he can do this lecture in his sleep, or in massive shock. He survives the q and a, smiling and nodding to the students as they leave. Finally the hall is empty but for him and Dr. Murphy. She’s sitting off to the side with Aisling next to her. Wilson walks over and picks up Aisling, cuddling her close. He has a million questions, but what finally comes out is simple.
“So this is why House has been acting so oddly. You and House, huh?” Realizing that he’s just picked up her baby without permission, “Sorry. Is this all right, Dr. Murphy?” Aisling opens her eyes and smiles at him- he’s sure it’s not gas, she really does smile- and he tunes in again to see, It’s fine. She likes you. And please call me Bridget. Aisling’s going to need an Uncle James, don’t you think?
He’s thrilled, but his inherent niceness-working-on-honesty short-circuits in as he blurts, “I’d love it, but you don’t really know me.” And promptly kicks himself.
Bridget smiles at him- Aisling has her mother’s smile. I know enough. Are you interested in babysitting sometime this week?
********
James Wilson has happily volunteered to baby-sit Aisling, in fact he took the day off to do it. Naturally, House decided to have him paged in. Naturally, Uncle James brought Aisling in with him. He walks into House’s glass cage and finds the Ducklings and Dr. Demento, Jr. all assembled. “What is it?”
“Why have you brought a banshee in here?”
“She’s an Aisling, not a banshee, and I’m taking today off so you’d better have a good reason for calling me in.” House flinches. If Wilson hadn’t been watching him so closely, he’d have missed it.
Aisling opens her eyes at the rude noise House makes, takes one look at him and lets loose- well, a banshee scream. “See! It’s a tiny banshee!” House proclaims gleefully.
Cameron gets up and walks over, blocking Aisling’s view of House. The screams abruptly stop and she gurgles. The look on Cameron’s face is probably the same poleaxed one he wore on meeting Aisling- she’s in love, too. Wilson abruptly changes his plan.
“Look at those eyes.” He looks Cameron dead in the eye as he says it. She gets it then, he sees the click. Her eyes close and she swallows. Fortunately, her back is to House and the others. Cameron opens her eyes again and looks back at Aisling. She smiles. “This is your Aunt Allison, sweetie. Isn’t she pretty?”
House says grumpily, “If you’ve finished distracting my staff with your banshee-“
Wilson smirks. “You really need to work on the parenting thing, House. Calling your daughter a banshee might irretrievably damage her little psyche.”
“Wilson!”
“DAUGHTER?”
“I’ll be damned. So someone let House breed. On purpose?”
“She’s a darling.”
Wilson smiles at Cameron. “It’s lunchtime. Shall we go eat?”
Cameron smiles back, just as pretty a smile as Aisling’s. “I’d love to.” She and Wilson walk out together, as she shyly asks, “May I hold her?” They ignore House’s sputtering, Foreman’s horror and Chase’s amusement.
Dr. James Wilson is a nice man. But not always.
morgynleri_fic
Story Title: Nice
Word Count: 1239
Status: Complete
Genre: POV
Summary: Dr. James Wilson is a very nice man.
Nice
The word that people tend to apply to him is nice. And they’re right- Dr. James Wilson is a very nice man. He helps people across the street, buys Girl Scout cookies and brings them into work, is courteous, brave and reverent- sometimes. Honest- well, he tries, which may be why he’s 3-0 in the marital sweepstakes. Hell, he puts up with House, which has some people voting him for sainthood and others wondering if he’s a not-so-closet masochist.
It’s not that he hasn’t considered trying to be mean, but he lacks the stomach, or at least the skills. Besides, he tends to get further with charm than House does with insults. House’s gleeful bridge-burning habits will someday land him in enemy territory with no line of retreat. Wilson kind of wants to be there when it happens.
Today he’s not sure which it is, masochism or saintliness. House has been acting weirder than usual, culminating in his dash out of the hospital a few days ago. His Ducklings have been taking the brunt, so he took House to lunch to keep Cameron from snapping and braining him with a microscope. That was…interesting. House alternated between his usual mongoose-like curiosity about Wilson’s private life- letting him know that the word “date” was back in his vocabulary had been a tactical move that succeeded- and an odd distraction. When he was paying attention, he was completely on, but there were moments when he seemed to be in another dimension.
Wilson has been experiencing some of that himself. It’s time to make some changes in his life, but he’s not really sure where to start.
Speaking of starting, Wilson needs to start out for another place- physically, that is. He has a lecture to deliver at Princeton on cell degeneration for a graduate bio class. Hopefully this Dr. Murphy is prepared. She’s been rather hard to get hold of. He sighs. Guest lectures on Halloween. He just hopes the students aren’t in costume.
********
Wilson’s running up the front steps to the auditorium when his niceness, not to mention his medical training, have him moving to catch the bundle one of the two women directly ahead of him has just bobbled. Her companion looks terrified and tries to grab it, but they trip on each other and Wilson is the lucky one. He has no idea what’s wrong until he looks down- and falls in love.
He’s never admitted it to a living soul, but he loves children. Being a father is a lifelong dream of his. He almost went into neonatal as a specialty until he realized he’d have to deal with dying babies. Pediatrics has the same problem. Instead, he’s been a Big Brother, which gives him somewhere to be paternal.
In his arms is the most adorable bundle of baby James Wilson has ever seen, all big blue eyes and sweetness. She- with those eyes and that charm, she must be a she- is in a little green thing with a little frog hat. An endless time later he looks up at two women smiling at him and realizes he’s been telling Baby Adorable just how adorable she is. He blushes but smiles back. The older woman pulls out a notepad. I’m Dr. Murphy and this is my daughter Aisling. I assume you’re Dr. Wilson? I’m sorry to be out of touch, but I’ve been somewhat tied up.
“Aisling’s adorable,” he gushes. “Aren’t you just a wonder?” he adds, looking down into her big blue eyes. Belatedly, he answers, “Yes, I’m James Wilson. I’d offer to shake hands, but Miss Baby has them. Don’t you have gorgeous eyes? They remind me of House, but no-one could believe you’re related to him.”
His head snaps up at the odd sounds issuing from Dr. Murphy’s throat. He’d been told about her injuries, so quickly realized that she was…laughing? The other woman was smothering a giggle as well. No, no one would believe it- even though she is. He’s her father.
James Wilson’s arms tighten protectively around Aisling.
********
He’s her father. Gregory House has a baby. House has a baby.
This rather dazed thought pattern is replaying in Wilson’s mind as he goes through his lecture. Luckily he’s had enough experience to know that he can do this lecture in his sleep, or in massive shock. He survives the q and a, smiling and nodding to the students as they leave. Finally the hall is empty but for him and Dr. Murphy. She’s sitting off to the side with Aisling next to her. Wilson walks over and picks up Aisling, cuddling her close. He has a million questions, but what finally comes out is simple.
“So this is why House has been acting so oddly. You and House, huh?” Realizing that he’s just picked up her baby without permission, “Sorry. Is this all right, Dr. Murphy?” Aisling opens her eyes and smiles at him- he’s sure it’s not gas, she really does smile- and he tunes in again to see, It’s fine. She likes you. And please call me Bridget. Aisling’s going to need an Uncle James, don’t you think?
He’s thrilled, but his inherent niceness-working-on-honesty short-circuits in as he blurts, “I’d love it, but you don’t really know me.” And promptly kicks himself.
Bridget smiles at him- Aisling has her mother’s smile. I know enough. Are you interested in babysitting sometime this week?
********
James Wilson has happily volunteered to baby-sit Aisling, in fact he took the day off to do it. Naturally, House decided to have him paged in. Naturally, Uncle James brought Aisling in with him. He walks into House’s glass cage and finds the Ducklings and Dr. Demento, Jr. all assembled. “What is it?”
“Why have you brought a banshee in here?”
“She’s an Aisling, not a banshee, and I’m taking today off so you’d better have a good reason for calling me in.” House flinches. If Wilson hadn’t been watching him so closely, he’d have missed it.
Aisling opens her eyes at the rude noise House makes, takes one look at him and lets loose- well, a banshee scream. “See! It’s a tiny banshee!” House proclaims gleefully.
Cameron gets up and walks over, blocking Aisling’s view of House. The screams abruptly stop and she gurgles. The look on Cameron’s face is probably the same poleaxed one he wore on meeting Aisling- she’s in love, too. Wilson abruptly changes his plan.
“Look at those eyes.” He looks Cameron dead in the eye as he says it. She gets it then, he sees the click. Her eyes close and she swallows. Fortunately, her back is to House and the others. Cameron opens her eyes again and looks back at Aisling. She smiles. “This is your Aunt Allison, sweetie. Isn’t she pretty?”
House says grumpily, “If you’ve finished distracting my staff with your banshee-“
Wilson smirks. “You really need to work on the parenting thing, House. Calling your daughter a banshee might irretrievably damage her little psyche.”
“Wilson!”
“DAUGHTER?”
“I’ll be damned. So someone let House breed. On purpose?”
“She’s a darling.”
Wilson smiles at Cameron. “It’s lunchtime. Shall we go eat?”
Cameron smiles back, just as pretty a smile as Aisling’s. “I’d love to.” She and Wilson walk out together, as she shyly asks, “May I hold her?” They ignore House’s sputtering, Foreman’s horror and Chase’s amusement.
Dr. James Wilson is a nice man. But not always.