The Forgiveness He Wanted - Fanfic
Title: The Forgiveness He Wanted
Author: madwriter223
Summary: House finally gets what he wanted for all those months. But will he take it?
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): House+Wilson friendship?
Feedback: yes, please
Author's Note: My first post here. Hope you guys like it.
The Forgiveness He Wanted
There was a knock at the door.
House glanced at it, trying to decide if he wanted to move his behind or not. The movie wasn't that interesting, but it managed to get him into a nice comfortable mood on his couch.
Another knock and he gave a sigh, dragging himself onto his feet.
He made his way to the front door, unlocking and opening it, preparing to snarl at whatever idiot decided to visit him this late in the evening.
But on the other side of the damn door was the one person he had long thought would never be there.
“Hi, House.” Wilson said, a sheepish smile on his face.
House stared, not quite believing his eyes.
“Umm...” the other shifted slightly, and extended the plastic box he held towards the diagnostician. “I wanted to say I'm sorry.” He paused, gathering his thoughts. “It took me a while, but I realise now that... what I did was wrong. I hurt- I brutalised you and then I left you alone out of my own selfishness. I can never apologise enough for that, and I can't even begin to understand what you must've gone through without me, but... but I wanted you to know... I regret what I did. And, I know you probably won't be too keen on it... but I wanted to at least start making it up to you.”
House blinked at him, finally hearing the words he so craved for during all those lonely nights.
Slowly, still not saying a word, he took the box and popped it open. Practically immediately, the sweet smell of Macadamia Nut pancakes hit him, and he almost closed his eyes to revel in it. Almost.
Eighteen months. Eighteen fucking months of being abandoned, forgotten, erased.
If I didn't know you I'd think you never existed.
Months of spying on him, months of looking for a way to make it better, months spent with agonizing pain in his leg and in his chest, unable to breathe freely, months of being all alone for something that wasn't his fault!
Months of plans and strategies for getting him back. Months of thinking hopeful thoughts, only to have his hope stipped from him in the brutal way reserved for reality. But now it was Wilson who was looking at him hopefully, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he waited for the other to answer.
And now he had the forgiveness he wanted for so so long, now he had the one he missed so hard.
One problem. He had stopped wanting that forgiveness, he had stopped wishing Wilson was back with him, friends again, after seven painful months.
Did he want him back now? Did he want him back, after all that time, after all that hurt?
The answer was simple.
He shifted the hand holding the offering, ever so slightly, and moved suddenly, slamming the still open box into Wilson's anxious face. The force of the action made the younger man stagger backwards, falling onto his ass in the middle of the corridor.
The box slid down onto the other's lap, revealing shocked brown eyes in-between the pancakes smeared all over Wilson's face.
No, he did not.
House turned on his heel, and closed the door behind him, locking it and returning to the couch, sinking onto it with a heavy sigh.
Lucas gave him a curious look over, pushing the bowl of popcorn towards him. “Wrong house?” he asked, nudging the other with an elbow.
House lifted his head, looking at his friend for a little over a year. He gave a soft smile, and slid a little lower, eyes once again fixed on the TV.
He had moved on. He didn't want to take a step backwards. No matter what the prize was over there, he was comfortable here.
“Yeah. Wrong House.”