Making Spaces Chapter 1
Title: Making Spaces 1/?
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Pairing/Grouping: Starts out with none, then House/Chase and eventually House/Wilson/Chase
Disclaimer: Don't own them, as we all know.
Crossover w/NCIS: Read the A/N under the cut for more information.
Summary: Poor Cuddy. A dead Marine, House pissed, and Wilson hurt. What a way to start the week.
Warnings: Hurt!Wilson (like you didn't gather that from the summary). All further warnings are in the A/N.
Beta: recrudescence
A/N: I've read a lot about the whole duckling, wombat, and British jokes annoying people. And about two paragraphs into some rant I was reading I went 'hmm...' and this fic was born. About the only thing you need to know about NCIS to start reading (I will try to make sure to explain things within the story if you can be patient with me) is there is this character named Dr. Donald Mallard, called Ducky. Oh, oh, yeah, I sooooo go there. :D After all someone had to have House as a fellow at some point. Oh, and I set this just at the beinging of the Tritter arc. I take a sharp left into my own head right after the thermometer thing and there are no spoliers after that, so even if your country hasn't gotten season three you should be okay. And the last thing: Wilson will be fine in the end, don't worry too much.
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House cocked his head as the commotion just outside of the clinic caught his attention. He started that direction and stopped for a moment to rub his shoulder. Just wonderful. The asshole made me hurt the damn shoulder on the door. Hope the thermometer gets lost.
House hurried forward when he heard Wilson’s voice raise above the general crowd.
"I don’t know!"
Wilson was standing over a prone body in what looked like BDU’s and yelling at Cuddy, who was trying to settle him down. House stopped just outside of Wilson’s reach.
"You don’t know a lot of things, Wilson."
Cuddy blinked as Wilson rounded on House and poked him in the chest.
"Shut up!"
House tilted his head to see past Wilson to Cuddy. He glanced down at the body and noticed a powdery substance on the cuffs of the uniform. "Damn. Wilson, quit touching things. Cuddy, has he touched you?"
Cuddy shook her head. "No ;I got a call that he had started yelling at anyone who came close after calling a code."
House slowly brought his free hand up to point at the body on the floor. "Unknown substance, and from Wilson’s actions, I’m betting it’s mind-altering."
"Oh, shit, I was focused on him, didn’t even look at the body." Cuddy motioned at Wilson as she slipped out of her high heels. "He seems focused on you. I’m going to get to the phone on the wall, if you think you can keep his attention."
House moved his head to better check Wilson’s eyes. "Sure. I’m not making up whatever clinic hours I’m missing to do this."
Cuddy carefully started backing away towards the nearby phone. "Whatever. Argue later, distract now."
House waved his hand in front of Wilson’s face to keep his attention as Cuddy moved out of Wilson’s line of sight. "We’ll need to call NCIS, too."
"Who?" Cuddy froze as Wilson turned towards her voice.
"They investigate crimes dealing with Navy and Marine personnel." House snapped his fingers. "Wilson! Focus on me."
"Don’t snap your fingers at me like I’m some dog." Wilson said as he turned back around to face House. Wilson blinked and sucked a breath in through his nose. "I don’t feel right."
"I know, Wilson. Can you tell me what you feel like?" House backed away slowly and Wilson stepped away from the body on the floor to follow. "It is important."
Wilson stopped, cocked his head, and then looked up at the overhead lights. "Okay."
House frowned. "Wilson!"
Wilson jerked and nearly fell down before catching himself and swaying where he stood. "He pulled a bag from his pocket." Wilson blinked. "I’m angry. I shouldn’t be angry."
House nodded and stepped back another step. "I know; that’s okay, Wilson. You can be angry as long as you tell me what else you are feeling."
Wilson followed House and then he rubbed his hand across his chest. "I’m hot." Wilson dropped to the floor with a thud. House moved a little closer and Wilson tipped his head up to look at him. "I’m dizzy."
"What else, Wilson? I’m not going to prompt you. You have to tell me."
Wilson rubbed his hand across his chest to grab the other shoulder. "Stupid dead guy flung his bag at me and it hit my face. I can’t think right."
House watched over Wilson’s head as the hallway was cleared and Cuddy spoke quietly to someone on the phone. "We’ll fix it, Wilson. Do you remember where the bag went?"
Wilson nodded and fell forward with the motion. "Uh huh." Wilson closed his eyes and listed left.
House debated prodding him with the cane and decided on the clipboard he figured had been dropped by Cuddy. Bending painfully to reach it, House used the corner to poke Wilson on the top of the head. Wilson jerked upright.
"Wha…"
"Bag, Wilson, where’s the bag now?"
Wilson leaned right as he tried to look over his own left shoulder. "Under him."
"Okay, stay with me, Wilson. Did he say anything to you?"
Wilson tried to straighten up, which put him into a kind of listing figure eight motion with his upper body. "He said he didn’t want to…to…something." Wilson frowned and looked at his fingers. "I can’t remember. I can’t feel my fingers."
House thought quickly as he tried to piece together what Wilson’s symptoms were telling him. "Tap your fingers against your palms." House watched as Wilson clumsily obeyed. "Did you feel your fingers then?"
Wilson blinked. "Why are you asking about my fingers?"
House took a calming breath. "Wilson, are you still angry?"
Wilson frowned and cocked his head, listing to the left as he did so. "Why would I be angry? You haven’t messed with my food in a week. You don’t like me anymore."
House nearly winced, as Wilson’s voice grew whiny. "I like you just fine, Wilson. Settle down."
"Okay." Wilson smiled at him with a goofy grin. Just then, hospital personnel in contamination gear appeared at their sides.
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House sat watching Wilson breathe. Waiting was always the hardest. Waiting for the tox screen, waiting for Wilson to wake, waiting sucked. House listened as the door opened and someone came in quietly. No heels, that’s good. Cuddy’s last apology almost made me hit her. House kept watching Wilson as the person approached. Must be Chase. None of the others can move that quietly.
House blinked when a Reuben was set down in front of him. He turned his head to look at Chase. "What’s this?"
Chase moved to check Wilson. "You aren’t going to leave him and you need to eat." Chase ran the IV pump through a series of report screens. "One of you two ill is almost too much to deal with."
House raised his eyebrows. "You do realize you are referring to us as though we’re a couple, don’t you?"
Chase turned to face House. "Aren’t you?"
"No." House leaned his head back to stare at Chase. "What made you think that?"
Chase snorted. "Have you ever listened to yourselves? A more married old couple I’ve never met."
House cocked his head. "Old?"
Chase rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean. I’m not going to argue with you on whether you’re old or not. Wilson will be awake in a while, save your arguing for him."
"You don’t know that he’ll wake. We still don’t know what he was doused with."
Chase sighed. "No, but it was fast-acting, which usually means a short half-life. Neither you nor Cuddy were affected. All of which you already know."
House puffed out his cheeks. "Doesn’t mean I can’t hear it again."
Chase blinked twice. "True." Chase patted Wilson’s leg as he came around the end of the bed. "We decontaminated him thoroughly and he’s not getting any worse. You and I both know it could easily been something fatal."
House held still as Chase patted his shoulder once before leaving the room. House listened to the sounds of Chase’s quiet footsteps fade away. "It could still be fatal." House went back to watching Wilson breathe.
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Cuddy frowned at the police detective that was blocking her path. "I don’t care, Detective. You can insinuate my doctors can’t do their jobs all you like, but until you figure out why I currently have one doctor in a bed in ICU and a dead Marine in my hallway, I suggest you keep quiet."
Cuddy started to sidestep the man until he smoothly followed her and stood in her way again.
"I don’t think you hear me, ma’am."
Cuddy’s eyebrows rose. "Ma’am? It’s ‘Doctor,’ Officer. Remember that." Cuddy pushed past the man and headed on to her office. She still had the Board to call and the NCIS people were supposed to arrive at any time. Making sure House was okay until they had become certain Wilson was stable had taken precedence.
Left behind in the hallway, Detective Tritter chewed his gum as he glared after Cuddy.
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Abby jumped up and down, making her pigtails bounce. "Come on, come on. Hurry up, Gibbs!"
DiNozzo shook his head as he exited the passenger side of the car. "How many CafPow’s have you had today, Abs?"
Abby smirked at Tony. "None."
Gibbs cocked an eyebrow. "Lying, Abby."
"Nah. Bossman, I finished the last one five minutes before midnight. Therefore, seeing as it’s two a.m. I’ve not had any caffeine today." Abby smiled brightly at them.
McGee closed his car door. "Tell me again why she came with us?"
Abby narrowed her eyes at McGee. "What, think I can’t deal with field work?"
McGee made a face. "No, no, I didn’t say that…I j-just…"
Gibbs interrupted McGee’s stammering before it could get any worse. "She’s here because Dr. Mallard requested her. Now let’s go, we’ve have a killer to find."
The others let Gibbs get a few steps ahead of them. They all knew he could still hear them, with as good as his ears were, but at least he’d ignore most of what they said after a certain distance.
"So, Abs, why are you along?"
Abby twirled around before linking arms with the other two. "I have family that works here. Ducky knows that and talked Gibbs into letting me come along."
"Ah. And here I thought is was because Ziva was busy trying to straighten out her firearms permits."
Abby made a rude noise. "Oh, please. It’s because she has that teleconference the Director wants her for."
Gibbs turned around to face them as he continued to walk backwards. "Which you aren’t supposed to know about, Abby."
Abby shrugged. "So? You aren’t supposed to know either."
Gibbs shook his head and turned back around to open the door to the hospital. "Anybody seen Dr. Mallard yet?"
DiNozzo and exchange glances with McGee before answering, "Ah, no, Boss. You expected them to not get lost?"
Gibbs half-similed and lead his agents into the building.
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(Part 2)
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