Title: Baby Steps
Author: rslhilson
Rating: T
Summary: Post-"Post Mortem" fic, set immediately thereafter.
Spoilers: 8x19, "The C Word" and 8x20, "Post Mortem."
Pairings: H/W friendship (slash goggles optional)
Disclaimer: Still own nothingAuthor's Note: This actually started out pretty dreary, and then I read
writerdot's post-ep fic
here and it made me smile,
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He knows it’s not enough. Not yet, anyway. But as much as he’d made it his own crazy road trip, and as much as it’s still his cancer and his life and his death, none of this was ever going to be just his. It couldn’t be. He’d known it as soon as he’d seen the x-rays, and he’d made it real as soon as he’d plopped himself down on House’s couch for three days of chemo-induced Hell.
“You’re not,” House points out quietly.
“No,” Wilson agrees. “But right now…right now, I think I am.” And despite his earlier breakdown in the shower, it doesn’t surprise him how much that’s true.
The shower break down had me teary...this is where I went for the tissues. Lovely and understated and so them.
Wonderful job, as always, my dear. :-)
(And thank you for the shout-out. <3)
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Thanks for reading!
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Seriously, this was just what I needed. The two of them on the couch, doing the usual silly, naughty, lovely things. Thank you!
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Very glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading!
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