[Wilson/House Meta Fic]
Title: Declarations of Friendship
Author: pen
Disclaimer: I'm neither David E. Kelly nor Shore.
Summary: House and Wilson watch Boston Legal
Words: 1,211
Rating: G
Spoilers: Dialogue from the Boston Legal episode on "On the Ledge", and set sometime in season three, probably after "Half-Wit"
Warning: Meta-Fiction. If this is some pretentious bullshit, that’s fine. I just wanted to write it. It was either this, sleep, or my paper. See the logic now? And, if you don't watch Boston Legal, you really should. It’s basically House and Wilson on crack.
Wilson bribed House into letting him hang out (he cooked pancakes). They weren't drunk, but Wilson would probably spend the night on the couch. He really didn't want to return to his Spartan hotel room, even if it meant House taking cheap-shots at him all night. House wasn't sitting as close as usual, but Wilson tried not to think about that, or what that meant. Both sipped their beer in silence and watched the television program.
House hated The Practice, and Wilson had to agree. Ally McBeal was worse, though. So how both had developed a taste for Boston Legal only God knew. Maybe it was the affinity Wilson felt towards Alan and his friendship with Denny. Or maybe, it starred William Shatner and they cracked Star Trek jokes, without shame.
Yeah. It was definitely Shatner.
"Don't talk to me," Denny hissed at Alan. Alan just stood there, "It's not like I went finishing with him."
Uh, Oh. Trouble in paradise. Wilson offend wondered how genuine the Denny and Alan dynamic was, or whether the writers just played it for laughs. After all, House was his best friend and they'd never spent the day of the spa rubbing oil on each other.
"What I give to you, what -- what I share, I do with no one else. I like to think what you give to me, you do with nobody else. Now that... That may sound silly to you, but here's what I think is silly -- the idea that jealousy or fidelity is reserved for romance. I always suspected that there was a connection between you and that man. That you got something you didn't get from me."
Wilson couldn't look House in the eye. His wives had made that argument, very soon before they walked out. They said the marriage was the affair and the real infidelity, because he would never leave House. Their friendship was unsinkable. It was the Pax Romana. But the Titanic hit an iceberg, and the Roman Empire fell... Nothing's as it seems. From an outsider's perspective, House and Wilson might've looked thick as thieves. They joked, and laughed, and understood the fundamental workings of the other's psychology. Whenever Cuddy or the minions had a problem, they ran to Wilson to fix it. They pigeonholed him into the walking "House Manual". None of them realized that House was the sane one. None of them realized that if they ever broke up, House would survive and Wilson would parish. Hell, he didn't even know if anyone really knew him. Or was just he just Head of The Oncology Department and House's Best Friend. Did he even exist as independent entity?
"I probably do. But gosh, what I get form you, Denny... People walk around today calling everyone their best friend. The term doesn't have any real meaning anymore. Birthday cards get passed around offices so everybody can scribble a snippet of sentimentality for a colleague they've barely met. And everyone just loves everyone. As a result, when you tell somebody you love them today, it isn't much heard. I love you, Denny. You are my best fiend. I can't imagine going through life without you as my best friend....
House told him his pathology was that he loved everyone. Did he? Did he really? Did he really care that House punched Chase, or did he see that as House had reached rock bottom; ergo, he needed to help House, not react outraged on Chase's behalf. If he loved his wives, why did he cheat? Because he wanted the high? Because he was an enabler? Because he was a sex fiend? Because he could? Yeah: he cheated because he could. Because he really didn't love the way House thought he did. He only wanted House to think he loved that way. Because, if House thought it, it was probably true. That meant he loved the world, and wanted to act right and just like a Plato fanatic. It meant that his insecurities and inadequacies served a purpose. They weren't just flaws. They mattered. If he pretended to be good that meant he was good. Right? He used to think so.
But Wilson walked out on House when he hit rock bottom. That wasn't good. That was hard, and wrong, but something that needed to be done. Wilson no longer wanted the 'office card sentimentality'. He needed his connection between House to become real, concrete, true. If he really loved House, he would hurt him. He would do the wrong thing to the do the right thing. Because, when he found House on that floor, he was luckiest man in the world. His best friend was alive. He couldn't even fathom if he'd walked in to find House dead. He would not, and could not, go through life without the man sitting next to him.
"I'm not going to kiss you, however."
"I'm not going to kiss you either," House said.
Wilson tried to play it stupid. He wouldn't look at House. Not yet, at least. He did want to know what ran through House's mind to make him say that. House never... House would joke, but would never tell. He kept Wilson in the dark.
"Oh, I know where you were thinking."
"They play it for laughs, House. We play it straight, and you never have said that to me."
"Like I'd be so trite."
"You think confirming that you actually give a damn is trite?"
"You know I give a damn."
"No," Wilson said. "I don't. Not anymore. Not after what we just went through. Every time I need you, you just shit on me. And, I'm sick of it. I want that."
"That's a television show. It's not real."
Wilson thanked him for not quoting Jagger. "Then make it real. I don't ask for anything House. At least, I didn't. But, now: now I just want a little respect. I want my fucking dignity back."
"You're acting melodramatic."
"You're making me melodramatic. And you shouldn't be talking. Not after this Christmas."
"I won't say it. I won't say it, because you want me too. That devalues it. I'd just be saying what you want to hear."
"Only you could spin that bullshit." Wilson got up. "If I'm nothing more to you than an enabler or a shrink, I'm done. I almost lost everything because of you. And I thought, that," Wilson paused. He thought that House would support him; just as he'd done every single day for nearly ten years. "I thought wrong. So, I'm done. We're done. I won't be your puppy anymore."
Wilson waited. He wanted House to say what Alan said. He needed to hear it.
"They say that a puppy is a man's best friend." House said in a quiet tone. Wilson just stared at him before he bursting out into a long, desperate laugh.
Something’s would never change.
"I don't you on my balcony -- on any balcony -- alone with that man."
"Okay."
Author: pen
Disclaimer: I'm neither David E. Kelly nor Shore.
Summary: House and Wilson watch Boston Legal
Words: 1,211
Rating: G
Spoilers: Dialogue from the Boston Legal episode on "On the Ledge", and set sometime in season three, probably after "Half-Wit"
Warning: Meta-Fiction. If this is some pretentious bullshit, that’s fine. I just wanted to write it. It was either this, sleep, or my paper. See the logic now? And, if you don't watch Boston Legal, you really should. It’s basically House and Wilson on crack.
Wilson bribed House into letting him hang out (he cooked pancakes). They weren't drunk, but Wilson would probably spend the night on the couch. He really didn't want to return to his Spartan hotel room, even if it meant House taking cheap-shots at him all night. House wasn't sitting as close as usual, but Wilson tried not to think about that, or what that meant. Both sipped their beer in silence and watched the television program.
House hated The Practice, and Wilson had to agree. Ally McBeal was worse, though. So how both had developed a taste for Boston Legal only God knew. Maybe it was the affinity Wilson felt towards Alan and his friendship with Denny. Or maybe, it starred William Shatner and they cracked Star Trek jokes, without shame.
Yeah. It was definitely Shatner.
"Don't talk to me," Denny hissed at Alan. Alan just stood there, "It's not like I went finishing with him."
Uh, Oh. Trouble in paradise. Wilson offend wondered how genuine the Denny and Alan dynamic was, or whether the writers just played it for laughs. After all, House was his best friend and they'd never spent the day of the spa rubbing oil on each other.
"What I give to you, what -- what I share, I do with no one else. I like to think what you give to me, you do with nobody else. Now that... That may sound silly to you, but here's what I think is silly -- the idea that jealousy or fidelity is reserved for romance. I always suspected that there was a connection between you and that man. That you got something you didn't get from me."
Wilson couldn't look House in the eye. His wives had made that argument, very soon before they walked out. They said the marriage was the affair and the real infidelity, because he would never leave House. Their friendship was unsinkable. It was the Pax Romana. But the Titanic hit an iceberg, and the Roman Empire fell... Nothing's as it seems. From an outsider's perspective, House and Wilson might've looked thick as thieves. They joked, and laughed, and understood the fundamental workings of the other's psychology. Whenever Cuddy or the minions had a problem, they ran to Wilson to fix it. They pigeonholed him into the walking "House Manual". None of them realized that House was the sane one. None of them realized that if they ever broke up, House would survive and Wilson would parish. Hell, he didn't even know if anyone really knew him. Or was just he just Head of The Oncology Department and House's Best Friend. Did he even exist as independent entity?
"I probably do. But gosh, what I get form you, Denny... People walk around today calling everyone their best friend. The term doesn't have any real meaning anymore. Birthday cards get passed around offices so everybody can scribble a snippet of sentimentality for a colleague they've barely met. And everyone just loves everyone. As a result, when you tell somebody you love them today, it isn't much heard. I love you, Denny. You are my best fiend. I can't imagine going through life without you as my best friend....
House told him his pathology was that he loved everyone. Did he? Did he really? Did he really care that House punched Chase, or did he see that as House had reached rock bottom; ergo, he needed to help House, not react outraged on Chase's behalf. If he loved his wives, why did he cheat? Because he wanted the high? Because he was an enabler? Because he was a sex fiend? Because he could? Yeah: he cheated because he could. Because he really didn't love the way House thought he did. He only wanted House to think he loved that way. Because, if House thought it, it was probably true. That meant he loved the world, and wanted to act right and just like a Plato fanatic. It meant that his insecurities and inadequacies served a purpose. They weren't just flaws. They mattered. If he pretended to be good that meant he was good. Right? He used to think so.
But Wilson walked out on House when he hit rock bottom. That wasn't good. That was hard, and wrong, but something that needed to be done. Wilson no longer wanted the 'office card sentimentality'. He needed his connection between House to become real, concrete, true. If he really loved House, he would hurt him. He would do the wrong thing to the do the right thing. Because, when he found House on that floor, he was luckiest man in the world. His best friend was alive. He couldn't even fathom if he'd walked in to find House dead. He would not, and could not, go through life without the man sitting next to him.
"I'm not going to kiss you, however."
"I'm not going to kiss you either," House said.
Wilson tried to play it stupid. He wouldn't look at House. Not yet, at least. He did want to know what ran through House's mind to make him say that. House never... House would joke, but would never tell. He kept Wilson in the dark.
"Oh, I know where you were thinking."
"They play it for laughs, House. We play it straight, and you never have said that to me."
"Like I'd be so trite."
"You think confirming that you actually give a damn is trite?"
"You know I give a damn."
"No," Wilson said. "I don't. Not anymore. Not after what we just went through. Every time I need you, you just shit on me. And, I'm sick of it. I want that."
"That's a television show. It's not real."
Wilson thanked him for not quoting Jagger. "Then make it real. I don't ask for anything House. At least, I didn't. But, now: now I just want a little respect. I want my fucking dignity back."
"You're acting melodramatic."
"You're making me melodramatic. And you shouldn't be talking. Not after this Christmas."
"I won't say it. I won't say it, because you want me too. That devalues it. I'd just be saying what you want to hear."
"Only you could spin that bullshit." Wilson got up. "If I'm nothing more to you than an enabler or a shrink, I'm done. I almost lost everything because of you. And I thought, that," Wilson paused. He thought that House would support him; just as he'd done every single day for nearly ten years. "I thought wrong. So, I'm done. We're done. I won't be your puppy anymore."
Wilson waited. He wanted House to say what Alan said. He needed to hear it.
"They say that a puppy is a man's best friend." House said in a quiet tone. Wilson just stared at him before he bursting out into a long, desperate laugh.
Something’s would never change.
"I don't you on my balcony -- on any balcony -- alone with that man."
"Okay."