House M.D. Fanfiction: Celebration
Title: Celebration
Author: pgrabia
Disclaimer: House M.D. and its characters do not belong to me. I am only borrowing them for entertainment purposes only and I’m not making any money from this.
Genre: Drama/Romance
Characters/Pairing(s): G. House, J. Wilson, OC/ House/Wilson slash.
Word Count: ~630
Spoilers/Warnings: General spoilers for all seasons up to and including episode 8x22 “Everybody Dies”. Unbetaed, sorry.
Rating: K+(PG)
A/N: Can be seen as an epilogue to my previous fic Once Bitten and will be better understood if you read that one first though I think this can stand alone.
Written for Camp Sick!Wilson 2012 Challenge # 2: Cure!Wilson at the Sick!Wilson community on Livejournal.
Celebration
A year to the day after Wilson began the alternative treatment program for his thymoma at the Scottsdale, Arizona treatment center his scans and blood work came back clean and clear. House had been there with Wilson in Dr. Dan McMurtry’s office when the oncologist and researcher who had been in charge of Wilson’s care for the past year gave them the incredible news.
“Congratulations, James,” McMurtry wished him as they all rose from his desk and he shook Wilson’s and House’s hands in turn. “You too, Thomas. Continue with your appointments with the dietician and with your nutrient regimen and exercise. I’ll see you again in three months for a follow-up appointment and if everything is still good at that point we’ll book another appointment for six months after that.”
“Thank you, Dan, for everything,” Wilson said sincerely. House gave him a nod in agreement with his lover before Wilson and he made their way for the door.
“Oh, and Mr. Bell,” McMurtry called after them before they opened the door, “or should I say Dr. House?” He gave House and Wilson a knowing look and smile. “Take care of James and rest assured that your secret is safe with me…although I’m saddened to know that a man with your gift will no longer be able to use it for the betterment of lives and medicine as a whole.”
House exhaled in relief; there was something about McMurtry that he trusted; after all, the man had been instrumental in giving him back his best friend and allowing them more time together than either of them had thought possible. Besides, if McMurtry were going to rat him out to the cops he wouldn’t have given him a warning and a head start.
“I will,” House assured him quietly. “Some things…or people…are worth the sacrifice.” His eyes moved to look at Wilson as he spoke. Wilson smiled mildly and grabbed House’s hand, leading him out of the office.
Once in the parking lot standing next to their car, Wilson threw his head back and whooped in victory, grinning from ear to ear. House couldn’t help but watch him with amusement and devotion. A year ago he’d been watching the clock count down on the time he had left with Wilson before the thymoma finally won the war and took the younger man away from him. Now he’d enjoyed seven months longer than either he or Wilson had expected and the future was wide open. Wilson’s thymoma could come back in a month, or a year, or five years, or ten years, or if they were really lucky, then never, but it didn’t matter because the time they had from now on was a gift.
“Let’s go celebrate!” Wilson told him as he climbed into the car, toward which they had exchanged House’s motorcycle after Wilson had totaled his.
House climbed in behind the steering wheel. He started the car then turned to look at Wilson. “Where to?”
“Home,” Wilson answered as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. He smiled slyly, eyeing House with desire. “I told you, I want to celebrate.”
House put the car into gear and drove them out of that parking lot with the peeling of tires on pavement; after all, he wanted to celebrate, too.
~fin~