FIC: "Five Women James Wilson Never Married", James Wilson
Title: Five Women James Wilson Never Married
Fandom: House, M.D.
Characters: James Wilson
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: psych_30
Prompt: 10. Approach-Avoidance
Word Count: 500
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Mention of sex, both teen and adult. C’mon, it’s Wilson.
Disclaimer: This is my eightieth disclaimer of the fandom. Awesome, yet still not mine.
A/N: Thanks to my girl for the beta.
James’ high school girlfriend, Anna Belgrave, was a cheerleader. Bright girl, too, but not as smart as him. In some ways, he’d later reflect, maybe she was smarter. They lost their virginity together on his fifteenth birthday, when she was nearly sixteen, and James figured they’d always be together. When he went down on his knee with a ring just three days before he left for Yale, she turned him down.
“You don’t need me, Jimmy,” she told him, holding back tears. “You need someone who needs you. That’s why you always liked Kathy so much. She relied on you.”
Kathy Schneider was the only other student from their small, private high school to make it to Yale. He’d tutored her in chemistry and physics, and she was majoring in history to his pre-med focus. They gravitated to each other, the only familiars in a sea of foreign faces, and began dating partway through their freshman year. When they came back to New Jersey for the summer, after James brought her home, his mother pulled him aside.
“James, she’s a nice girl, and I’m sure she cares about you, but a German? Your grandparents would never speak to us again.”
He found Carlye Turner three years through college, and she felt like a perfect fit. Her soft drawl as she read Frost aloud tempted him, and before long, she was sleeping most nights in his apartment instead of her dorm room. Two years younger than he, she had a shy innocence he found alluring, and her devotion to her major entranced him. Maybe, he thought, she’s actually the one. Three months into their relationship, she cried on his shoulder.
“An’ I didn’t mean to, Jimmy, but she was so pretty and sweet, and I think I’m in love with her!”
James gave up on women for the rest of his time at Yale, disillusioned and focused on the MCAT. Erica Eldridge found him in a nearly empty bar, nursing a beer and reviewing his physiology notes for the tenth time in two weeks. Busty and tall and blonde, she made him realize how long it had been since he’d had sex, and they tumbled into his bed an hour later for some of the most frenetic copulation he’d ever have. When he woke up the next morning, he found a lipstick note on the mirror.
“Had a great time. Erica.”
Amanda Young was entirely different from James’ previous disasters. They met in a lecture on infectious diseases, and her dark hair and tanned skin caught more than his eye. He’d heard that relationships were impossible during med school, but they tried anyway, making the most of even their study time to be together. When they quizzed each other, she was right more often than not, and when she didn’t need to reference his notes or cry on his shoulder, he began to lose interest.
“Jim,” she said abruptly one day while going over vascular anatomy, “why don’t we get married?”
Fandom: House, M.D.
Characters: James Wilson
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: psych_30
Prompt: 10. Approach-Avoidance
Word Count: 500
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Mention of sex, both teen and adult. C’mon, it’s Wilson.
Disclaimer: This is my eightieth disclaimer of the fandom. Awesome, yet still not mine.
A/N: Thanks to my girl for the beta.
James’ high school girlfriend, Anna Belgrave, was a cheerleader. Bright girl, too, but not as smart as him. In some ways, he’d later reflect, maybe she was smarter. They lost their virginity together on his fifteenth birthday, when she was nearly sixteen, and James figured they’d always be together. When he went down on his knee with a ring just three days before he left for Yale, she turned him down.
“You don’t need me, Jimmy,” she told him, holding back tears. “You need someone who needs you. That’s why you always liked Kathy so much. She relied on you.”
Kathy Schneider was the only other student from their small, private high school to make it to Yale. He’d tutored her in chemistry and physics, and she was majoring in history to his pre-med focus. They gravitated to each other, the only familiars in a sea of foreign faces, and began dating partway through their freshman year. When they came back to New Jersey for the summer, after James brought her home, his mother pulled him aside.
“James, she’s a nice girl, and I’m sure she cares about you, but a German? Your grandparents would never speak to us again.”
He found Carlye Turner three years through college, and she felt like a perfect fit. Her soft drawl as she read Frost aloud tempted him, and before long, she was sleeping most nights in his apartment instead of her dorm room. Two years younger than he, she had a shy innocence he found alluring, and her devotion to her major entranced him. Maybe, he thought, she’s actually the one. Three months into their relationship, she cried on his shoulder.
“An’ I didn’t mean to, Jimmy, but she was so pretty and sweet, and I think I’m in love with her!”
James gave up on women for the rest of his time at Yale, disillusioned and focused on the MCAT. Erica Eldridge found him in a nearly empty bar, nursing a beer and reviewing his physiology notes for the tenth time in two weeks. Busty and tall and blonde, she made him realize how long it had been since he’d had sex, and they tumbled into his bed an hour later for some of the most frenetic copulation he’d ever have. When he woke up the next morning, he found a lipstick note on the mirror.
“Had a great time. Erica.”
Amanda Young was entirely different from James’ previous disasters. They met in a lecture on infectious diseases, and her dark hair and tanned skin caught more than his eye. He’d heard that relationships were impossible during med school, but they tried anyway, making the most of even their study time to be together. When they quizzed each other, she was right more often than not, and when she didn’t need to reference his notes or cry on his shoulder, he began to lose interest.
“Jim,” she said abruptly one day while going over vascular anatomy, “why don’t we get married?”