And he didn't even get me a decent sized rock.

House would always be grateful for everything Wilson did for him, he just had an odd way of showing it.

[Set in wayward_au. Jinx is an NPC for smart_alec494 and used with permission from his mun who made a request for a future House and Jinx fic with the prompt “conversation.”]Jinx had his paws up on the desk next to him, not that he really needed the height advantage to see what House was doing. It was more so that he could get a look over the machinery to where Alec ( Read more... )

If he having the conversation with anyone else, he probably would have called him crazy by now, but Alec always managed to speak with such weight that he could tell there was more truth to it all than insanity.

House had never been one for pet names or anything that could be labeled a “term of endearment,” unless he was trying to insult you, of course.

He hadn’t been up and cooking this early since he had first gotten clean, but it was too late for him to actually try and sleep, and Alec finally was, so he figured that the least he could do was make sure they’d have a decent dinner waiting for them later.

He wasn’t thinking anymore, and it didn’t truly hit him until he saw that man, the person he’d tried to help, standing on the edge of that ledge and throwing it all away.

The need for answers was unstoppable, insatiable, because he knew that when he ran out of answers to look for, he ran out of chances to be right.

While everyone else was off saying goodbye to a colleague, House was searching for an imaginary murderer, because he couldn’t live with the idea of not having the answer as to why.

[Peter is an NPC, Alec mentioned is smart_alec494. Set in wayward_au-possibly.]House wasn’t one for crowded lecture halls or conventions, but this was an opportunity he couldn’t pass up. This wasn’t the kind of favor you could talk about over the phone. Especially when you’re dealing in information that even with his CIA clearance could get him into trouble. He wasn’ ( Read more... )