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Title: Lilacs
Pairing: Wilson/random wives, Wilson/Chase
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I'm saving up to buy Robert Sean Leonard for xmas. So far I only have some loose change and half a bag of liquorice. They're not mine.
Summary: Just something I wrote in the bath the other day and thought I would share.
“These are lilacs.” Is the first thing Julie says when he hands her the flowers. “Your first wife was the one who liked lilacs.”
James can’t help wondering exactly how she found out that out, because it’s not like he sat her down one day with a couple of photo albums and went “This is Laura, my first wife. She liked lilacs and Friends. Her interests included rock-climbing and cooking, and she had a tattoo of butterflies on her right thigh.”
Then he can’t help thinking that for God’s sake, they’re *flowers*. They’re *pretty* flowers, and he bought them for her because it would be a nice thing to do. It’s been a long day and he’s got four teenage cancer patients and House took too many Vicodin at lunch so this afternoon was hell and he swears he saw Cameron crying in exam room two. He’s got a pressure headache and a lot of paperwork so really, would it kill Julie to smile at the fact he made an effort?!
Then, of course, James’ mind thinks wistfully about how it’s never like this with Chase. He doesn’t have to buy Chase flowers and Chase wouldn’t want them. Chase doesn’t need constant validation, doesn’t need to be repeatedly told that he’s pretty (James tells him anyway, but Chase always flushes and distracts him with kisses), doesn’t need to hear “I love you” seven times a day. Chase doesn’t nag him or end up screaming “You haven’t been home for three days and why won’t you even LOOK at me when I’m talking to you?” Chase doesn’t demand constant affection or even any affection at all- he always seems slightly surprised that James wants to touch him. Chase doesn’t ask for anything, and that’s rather worrying, now he comes to think about it.
Julie is still being angry at him, waving the flowers like they’re some kind of lethal weapon, and James wonders what she’d do if he ever told her he was sleeping with his best friend’s employee. (James and Julie. Honestly. Never marry someone for the alliteration) The evening is going to be a nightmare anyway, with Julie glaring at him over the dinner table all evening, the bombshell might perk it up a little. At least there’ll be proper shouting rather than unspoken subtext. Maybe he will tell her. James knows he won’t.
“I don’t know why I bother any more.” Julie hisses, and, to be honest, neither does he.
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Pairing: Wilson/random wives, Wilson/Chase
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I'm saving up to buy Robert Sean Leonard for xmas. So far I only have some loose change and half a bag of liquorice. They're not mine.
Summary: Just something I wrote in the bath the other day and thought I would share.
“These are lilacs.” Is the first thing Julie says when he hands her the flowers. “Your first wife was the one who liked lilacs.”
James can’t help wondering exactly how she found out that out, because it’s not like he sat her down one day with a couple of photo albums and went “This is Laura, my first wife. She liked lilacs and Friends. Her interests included rock-climbing and cooking, and she had a tattoo of butterflies on her right thigh.”
Then he can’t help thinking that for God’s sake, they’re *flowers*. They’re *pretty* flowers, and he bought them for her because it would be a nice thing to do. It’s been a long day and he’s got four teenage cancer patients and House took too many Vicodin at lunch so this afternoon was hell and he swears he saw Cameron crying in exam room two. He’s got a pressure headache and a lot of paperwork so really, would it kill Julie to smile at the fact he made an effort?!
Then, of course, James’ mind thinks wistfully about how it’s never like this with Chase. He doesn’t have to buy Chase flowers and Chase wouldn’t want them. Chase doesn’t need constant validation, doesn’t need to be repeatedly told that he’s pretty (James tells him anyway, but Chase always flushes and distracts him with kisses), doesn’t need to hear “I love you” seven times a day. Chase doesn’t nag him or end up screaming “You haven’t been home for three days and why won’t you even LOOK at me when I’m talking to you?” Chase doesn’t demand constant affection or even any affection at all- he always seems slightly surprised that James wants to touch him. Chase doesn’t ask for anything, and that’s rather worrying, now he comes to think about it.
Julie is still being angry at him, waving the flowers like they’re some kind of lethal weapon, and James wonders what she’d do if he ever told her he was sleeping with his best friend’s employee. (James and Julie. Honestly. Never marry someone for the alliteration) The evening is going to be a nightmare anyway, with Julie glaring at him over the dinner table all evening, the bombshell might perk it up a little. At least there’ll be proper shouting rather than unspoken subtext. Maybe he will tell her. James knows he won’t.
“I don’t know why I bother any more.” Julie hisses, and, to be honest, neither does he.
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