House M.D. stuffs
I love watching House reruns with my mom, because she still thinks that House isn't in love with Wilson. It's adorable how blind she is... I give you: a new chapter!
Title: Delicate
Chapter: Beautiful (nine)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Lucky House. If I owned this show, the ratings would be down, but the angst would be through the roof.
Summary: House is changed in a way that no one could have seen coming, and Wilson is left to pick up and take care of what's remaining. Can he handle it?
Warnings: sick!vulnerable!House, House/Wilson slash.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6&7
Chapter 8
“What’s the big deal? It’s just for four days.”
“I told you already, I don’t like the way you act with him.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t act any different when he’s around.”
“Yes, you do! You get all doughy eyed, and you touch him, and - “
“Robert, this is ridiculous. There’s no point in having this argument, because I already told Wilson that House could stay here while he was at his conference. I’m not reneging now. He needs the break.”
“Well, it’s not happening again.” He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at her.
“Fine.” She turned away from him and walked towards the guest room. When she was almost through the door, she turned around and shouted, “Don’t you think it’s a little sad that you’re jealous of a man who practically worships you?”
Chase dropped heavily onto the couch and ran his fingers through his hair. “What are we doing here, Allison?”
“We’re fighting,” she slumped against the wall and scrubbed at her eyes with the heels of her hands. “We’re fighting over House, and it’s not the first time.”
“If I promise to trust you, will you promise to back off House a little?”
“Let’s not do this now.” She pushed herself off of the wall and went into the guest room to make the bed.
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“You gonna be okay?” Wilson was unzipping House’s bag and looked up at the man, who was sitting on the bed, his cane held stiffly between his legs. When House didn’t respond, Wilson continued speaking. “You’ll be alright. I’ll only be gone for four days. And I promise you that we can buy a new cane when I get back.”
House looked up at him. “You said that last weekend.”
“We were busy,” Wilson explained as he took out a few pairs of pants and socks, stuffing them into a drawer. “We went to the beach. We were with Chase and Cameron.”
“You still said, ‘I promise,’.”
“Well, this time, I really do.” He finished unpacking the bag and pushed it under the bed. “The day after I get back, it’ll be the first order of business.” Wilson leaned over to kiss House goodbye on the forehead, but was instead met with warm lips. House had tilted his head back at just the right moment so as to make contact with Wilson’s mouth. “House, what’re you-“
“I’m sorry!” House shouted, turning his head to look away from Wilson, towards the headboard.
“It’s okay…” Wilson consoled him, reaching out to touch a shoulder.
“It’s just that every time I say goodbye, or goodnight, or hello, or good morning to you, I feel like that’s what should happen.” He looked nervously at Wilson’s hand before daring to make eye contact. “I’ll be okay. While you’re gone, I mean. I like Cameron and Chase very much. I’ll miss you, but I’ll be alright.”
Wilson squeezed his shoulder, trying to swallow the lump in his throat so he could talk. “Try to be good. I’ll come see you again before I go. I just need to talk to Cameron quickly.”
“Mmkay.” House lay back on the bed as Wilson left the room.
Cameron was sitting at the island in the kitchen. “I can’t thank you enough for watching him. Lisa has Rachel…and, well, there frankly aren’t very many people I trust with him. I would have been at a complete loss without you two.”
“It’s my pleasure,” Cameron said, sliding off of the stool.
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you,” Wilson began cautiously, “I wouldn’t tell you if I didn’t feel it was necessary, so I hope you don’t take this the wrong way.”
“Yes?” Cameron was unnerved by Wilson’s visible discomfort.
“Sometimes, while he’s sleeping, House has…accidents.”
“Accidents?”
“He wets the bed. I don’t know why it happens. And it rarely does.”
“Okay…” she looked as though she was waiting for him to continue.
“Well, I just replace the sheets and wash them when it happens. But I wasn’t sure if you would want to deal with all that. If you wanted, I was going to…” Wilson looked at the floor, he couldn’t help but feel like he was betraying House. He swallowed, for the second time that day, at the immovable lump in his throat. “I was going to ask him if he could wear a diaper to bed.” He spat the words out - get them out there fast, like ripping off a band aid. Maybe it would hurt less.
Cameron’s eyes popped open a little, and she took a moment before saying, “Oh, no. No, no. No, you don’t have to humiliate him. You said it’s rare, so I’m sure it will be fine anyways. Don’t even worry.”
“Thank you,” Wilson let out a breath he hadn’t been aware of holding and leaned on the cool marble counter top. “I really appreciate you two watching him.”
“You said that,” she reached out to touch his arm. “Don’t worry about him. We’ve been with him before. We’ll be fine. He’ll be fine.”
“Yeah,” Wilson ran his hands over the surface before looking up at her. “You’ll remember -“
“His appointment tomorrow? Yes, I’ll remember. I even put a note on the fridge, look.” She pointed to a sticky note, pasted to the fridge’s steel surface right above a picture House had recently drawn for Chase of an extremely (albeit unintentionally) deformed kangaroo.
“Thanks.” He turned to leave the kitchen. “I’m just going to say goodbye to House, and then I’ll be out of your hair.”
“Sounds good,” she sat back down and Wilson noticed, for the first time, the mug of tea cupped in her hands.
House was dozing when Wilson came back into the room. The hush of his feet on the carpet didn’t wake House, so Wilson walked over and brushed some stray hairs off of House’s forehead. “I’ll see you in a bit, buddy.” House’s eyes fluttered open and he stared at Wilson. “Try to be good, okay?” House nodded under the light finger tips. “Call me if you need anything. I left my phone number in your pants pocket.”
“Okay,” he smiled and reached out to grab Wilson’s wrist. “Miss you.”
Wilson pulled his hand away and left the bed side to go to the door. “I’ll miss you, too.”
As soon as Wilson had left, Cameron was in the doorway, wringing her hands. "What do you want to do? Wanna go for a walk? Watch TV?”
He pushed himself up from his reclined position. “Do you have any puzzles? I like those.”
“I might,” she grinned, “they’ll be big, though.”
He reached for his cane, which was leaning against the nightstand, and pushed himself off of the bed. “It’s okay. You can help me.” He followed Cameron into the living room and plopped himself on the squashy white sofa while she rummaged through a chest for a puzzle. She finally emerged with a box in hand.
“Do you want to listen to some music?”
“Sure.”
She passed him the box before turning on the TV and switching to channel that played classical music. “Okay,” she sat down next to him on the couch, and pulled the coffee table closer towards them so she could open the box and dump its contents onto the glass. “I picked a piano. Is that okay?”
“That’s great. I love pianos. I wish I could play one.”
“I bet you could,” she began sorting through the pieces. “You can do anything you set your mind to, House.”
“Set my mind to?” he asked, dropping himself to the floor so that he wouldn’t have to bend over the table.
“It means…try rally hard.” She was still flipping through the puzzle pieces and not really focusing on him.
By the time they were about ¾ of the way finished, Chase came home from work. He had Chinese take out in his hands, and a hesitant smile on his face. “Hey, you two, how’s it going?”
“Chase!” House pushed himself up as fast as he could while Cameron kept one hand stretched out in case she needed to catch him.
“Hey,” Chase chuckled a little as House limped over to him and, grinning, enveloped him in a large hug.
“We’re making a piano.” House announced proudly. “A puzzle piano.”
“Mhmm.” Chase nodded, gently returning the hug before pulling back. “Come into the kitchen and you can decide what you want to eat.”
Next Chapter
Title: Delicate
Chapter: Beautiful (nine)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Lucky House. If I owned this show, the ratings would be down, but the angst would be through the roof.
Summary: House is changed in a way that no one could have seen coming, and Wilson is left to pick up and take care of what's remaining. Can he handle it?
Warnings: sick!vulnerable!House, House/Wilson slash.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6&7
Chapter 8
“What’s the big deal? It’s just for four days.”
“I told you already, I don’t like the way you act with him.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t act any different when he’s around.”
“Yes, you do! You get all doughy eyed, and you touch him, and - “
“Robert, this is ridiculous. There’s no point in having this argument, because I already told Wilson that House could stay here while he was at his conference. I’m not reneging now. He needs the break.”
“Well, it’s not happening again.” He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at her.
“Fine.” She turned away from him and walked towards the guest room. When she was almost through the door, she turned around and shouted, “Don’t you think it’s a little sad that you’re jealous of a man who practically worships you?”
Chase dropped heavily onto the couch and ran his fingers through his hair. “What are we doing here, Allison?”
“We’re fighting,” she slumped against the wall and scrubbed at her eyes with the heels of her hands. “We’re fighting over House, and it’s not the first time.”
“If I promise to trust you, will you promise to back off House a little?”
“Let’s not do this now.” She pushed herself off of the wall and went into the guest room to make the bed.
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“You gonna be okay?” Wilson was unzipping House’s bag and looked up at the man, who was sitting on the bed, his cane held stiffly between his legs. When House didn’t respond, Wilson continued speaking. “You’ll be alright. I’ll only be gone for four days. And I promise you that we can buy a new cane when I get back.”
House looked up at him. “You said that last weekend.”
“We were busy,” Wilson explained as he took out a few pairs of pants and socks, stuffing them into a drawer. “We went to the beach. We were with Chase and Cameron.”
“You still said, ‘I promise,’.”
“Well, this time, I really do.” He finished unpacking the bag and pushed it under the bed. “The day after I get back, it’ll be the first order of business.” Wilson leaned over to kiss House goodbye on the forehead, but was instead met with warm lips. House had tilted his head back at just the right moment so as to make contact with Wilson’s mouth. “House, what’re you-“
“I’m sorry!” House shouted, turning his head to look away from Wilson, towards the headboard.
“It’s okay…” Wilson consoled him, reaching out to touch a shoulder.
“It’s just that every time I say goodbye, or goodnight, or hello, or good morning to you, I feel like that’s what should happen.” He looked nervously at Wilson’s hand before daring to make eye contact. “I’ll be okay. While you’re gone, I mean. I like Cameron and Chase very much. I’ll miss you, but I’ll be alright.”
Wilson squeezed his shoulder, trying to swallow the lump in his throat so he could talk. “Try to be good. I’ll come see you again before I go. I just need to talk to Cameron quickly.”
“Mmkay.” House lay back on the bed as Wilson left the room.
Cameron was sitting at the island in the kitchen. “I can’t thank you enough for watching him. Lisa has Rachel…and, well, there frankly aren’t very many people I trust with him. I would have been at a complete loss without you two.”
“It’s my pleasure,” Cameron said, sliding off of the stool.
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you,” Wilson began cautiously, “I wouldn’t tell you if I didn’t feel it was necessary, so I hope you don’t take this the wrong way.”
“Yes?” Cameron was unnerved by Wilson’s visible discomfort.
“Sometimes, while he’s sleeping, House has…accidents.”
“Accidents?”
“He wets the bed. I don’t know why it happens. And it rarely does.”
“Okay…” she looked as though she was waiting for him to continue.
“Well, I just replace the sheets and wash them when it happens. But I wasn’t sure if you would want to deal with all that. If you wanted, I was going to…” Wilson looked at the floor, he couldn’t help but feel like he was betraying House. He swallowed, for the second time that day, at the immovable lump in his throat. “I was going to ask him if he could wear a diaper to bed.” He spat the words out - get them out there fast, like ripping off a band aid. Maybe it would hurt less.
Cameron’s eyes popped open a little, and she took a moment before saying, “Oh, no. No, no. No, you don’t have to humiliate him. You said it’s rare, so I’m sure it will be fine anyways. Don’t even worry.”
“Thank you,” Wilson let out a breath he hadn’t been aware of holding and leaned on the cool marble counter top. “I really appreciate you two watching him.”
“You said that,” she reached out to touch his arm. “Don’t worry about him. We’ve been with him before. We’ll be fine. He’ll be fine.”
“Yeah,” Wilson ran his hands over the surface before looking up at her. “You’ll remember -“
“His appointment tomorrow? Yes, I’ll remember. I even put a note on the fridge, look.” She pointed to a sticky note, pasted to the fridge’s steel surface right above a picture House had recently drawn for Chase of an extremely (albeit unintentionally) deformed kangaroo.
“Thanks.” He turned to leave the kitchen. “I’m just going to say goodbye to House, and then I’ll be out of your hair.”
“Sounds good,” she sat back down and Wilson noticed, for the first time, the mug of tea cupped in her hands.
House was dozing when Wilson came back into the room. The hush of his feet on the carpet didn’t wake House, so Wilson walked over and brushed some stray hairs off of House’s forehead. “I’ll see you in a bit, buddy.” House’s eyes fluttered open and he stared at Wilson. “Try to be good, okay?” House nodded under the light finger tips. “Call me if you need anything. I left my phone number in your pants pocket.”
“Okay,” he smiled and reached out to grab Wilson’s wrist. “Miss you.”
Wilson pulled his hand away and left the bed side to go to the door. “I’ll miss you, too.”
As soon as Wilson had left, Cameron was in the doorway, wringing her hands. "What do you want to do? Wanna go for a walk? Watch TV?”
He pushed himself up from his reclined position. “Do you have any puzzles? I like those.”
“I might,” she grinned, “they’ll be big, though.”
He reached for his cane, which was leaning against the nightstand, and pushed himself off of the bed. “It’s okay. You can help me.” He followed Cameron into the living room and plopped himself on the squashy white sofa while she rummaged through a chest for a puzzle. She finally emerged with a box in hand.
“Do you want to listen to some music?”
“Sure.”
She passed him the box before turning on the TV and switching to channel that played classical music. “Okay,” she sat down next to him on the couch, and pulled the coffee table closer towards them so she could open the box and dump its contents onto the glass. “I picked a piano. Is that okay?”
“That’s great. I love pianos. I wish I could play one.”
“I bet you could,” she began sorting through the pieces. “You can do anything you set your mind to, House.”
“Set my mind to?” he asked, dropping himself to the floor so that he wouldn’t have to bend over the table.
“It means…try rally hard.” She was still flipping through the puzzle pieces and not really focusing on him.
By the time they were about ¾ of the way finished, Chase came home from work. He had Chinese take out in his hands, and a hesitant smile on his face. “Hey, you two, how’s it going?”
“Chase!” House pushed himself up as fast as he could while Cameron kept one hand stretched out in case she needed to catch him.
“Hey,” Chase chuckled a little as House limped over to him and, grinning, enveloped him in a large hug.
“We’re making a piano.” House announced proudly. “A puzzle piano.”
“Mhmm.” Chase nodded, gently returning the hug before pulling back. “Come into the kitchen and you can decide what you want to eat.”
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