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Where House is NEVER safe...
Uncomfortable Hour (sixteenth in the HOUR series) 
11th-Jul-2007 08:40 am
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Title: Uncomfortable Hour
Characters: House, Wilson
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 825 
Summary:  Wilson's being released today, and House is there for him.  

The previous vignettes, in order, are:
Visiting Hour,  Happy Hour,  Midnight Hour Fifty-Minute Hour Random Hour,  Painful Hour,  Dark Hour ,  Desperate Hour,  Witching Hour ,  Lonely HourDinner Hour Legal Hour  Honorable Hour,  House's Hour ,  and  Wilson's Hour .

UNCOMFORTABLE HOUR

 

They’ve been in the car for ten full minutes before either of them speaks.  “Thanks for picking me up,” Wilson says.

 

House still doesn’t speak—just nods his head.

 

“And… thanks for everything you did, to get me out of there so fast, and clearing my name, getting my license back, and—”

 

“You don’t have it back yet,” House points out, abruptly.  He sounds almost angry.

 

“No, but I will.”

 

“And all of it would’ve happened eventually if I'd done nothing at all,” House says, in a monotone.  “All these touching expressions of gratitude are, therefore, unnecessary.”

 

Wilson stares at House, whose eyes are glued to the road in front of him.  Yeah, there’s no question—House is angry.

 

“House,” Wilson begins tentatively.  “What you did, it was—” Wilson stops speaking and looks around in confusion as House suddenly swerves the car to the right, and pulls it off the road.

 

House slams the gearshift into Park and turns to face Wilson.  “Shut up.  Just shut up, okay?  I didn’t do anything great.  I didn’t do anything I shouldn’t have done months ago.  You don’t owe me anything.  I don’t want your gratitude.  You think maybe we could just get past this thing without the touching scenes?”

 

House is glaring at Wilson now—but Wilson sees, hidden behind the supposed annoyance, the plea in House’s eyes.

 

So that’s it.  House is still hurting; he still feels guilty.  And I’m adding to it by making him think about everything that’s happened.  Wilson looks away, stares out the passenger window. 

 

Too bad.  Too damned bad.  Time for both of us to own up to everything that went wrong—and everything that went right.  He turns back towards House.

 

“No.  No, I don’t think we can get past this—not without talking about it.”

 

House shakes his head, takes a deep breath, and carefully maneuvers the car back onto the road.  Wilson fears they’re going to spend the rest of the drive in silence; he jumps when House suddenly begins shouting.

 

“Okay, fine!  You wanna talk?  Let’s talk.  I blew it!  I blew it with Tritter.  I blew it with Cuddy.  I blew it with rehab.  Okay?  And I blew it with you.  Then—just in case you missed it the first time—you went to prison, and I messed up again.  I’m a screw-up, okay?  Happy now?”

 

House is breathing rapidly.  He has the steering wheel in a death grip; his knuckles are white.  Wilson waits a minute, and when he speaks, he keeps his voice deliberately low and calm; his tone is gentle.

 

“I blew it too, House.  Long before Tritter was even in the picture.  My best friend came to me for help.  He was honest with me, and he was scared.  And I laughed at him.  Someday, I might be able to forgive myself for that.  But I’ll never forgive myself for allowing things to get so out of hand for him that he was willing to risk everything.”

 

House shoots Wilson a quick glance, and sees the sincerity on his face, the regret in his eyes.  House takes a deep breath, and allows himself to relax, just a little.

 

Wilson continues even more quietly, “I meant everything I wrote to Cuddy.  Everything.”

 

House nods slowly, and they continue on, in silence again.  But now the silence is comfortable, and comforting, for both men.

 

When they arrive in Princeton, Wilson is baffled.  “You turned the wrong way, House.  The hotel is north of here.”

 

“No, I didn’t.  My sense of direction is flawless.”

 

Wilson frowns.  “North is left; you turned right.”

 

“Yeah, because that’s the way south is,” House says.  He looks pleased with himself.

 

“And… you’re going south, because?”

 

“Because I’m pretty sure that’s where my apartment is.  Could be wrong, though.  Only lived there fifteen years, after all.”

 

“House!  If I don’t get to the hotel by three, I’ll forfeit my reservation.”

 

“You don’t have a reservation,” House says smugly.  “Cancelled it.”

 

Wilson stares at him. “And you did that, because?”

 

“Because any idiot knows that hotels are hotbeds of infection.  You see that study that shows two-thirds of the remote controls in hotel rooms had fecal bacteria on ‘em?  And the bedspreads?”  House gives a comically exaggerated shudder.  “You’ve got an infection; suppose you spike a fever.  You’re not thinking straight, and you actually use the remote to change a channel.  Then,” House continues, deepening his voice dramatically, “weak with fever, you collapse onto the bedspread, and all those nasty, hungry little bacteria crawl into that draining wound.  Death!  You really want to risk it?  You’re a doctor; surprised you didn’t think of that!”

 

I’m a doctor.  And I’ve got my best friend back. Wilson shakes his head thoughtfully.  “Don’t know what I was thinking.  Going to a hotel would just be… stupid.”

 

As House pulls up to his apartment, they’re both smiling.  They’re home.

On to

Lunch Hour

 

 

Thoughts 
11th-Jul-2007 01:08 pm (UTC)
Lovely! I'm so happy you got Wilson out of prison! And in such a well thought out way, too.

“You turned the wrong way, House. The hotel is north of here.”
“No, I didn’t. My sense of direction is flawless.”
Wilson frowns. “North is left; you turned right.”
“Yeah, because that’s the way south is,” House says. He looks pleased with himself.


This was my favorite part... Perfect tone.

Ok, back to arguing with FedEx about blood samples.
11th-Jul-2007 01:42 pm (UTC)
“Yeah, because that’s the way south is,” House says. He looks pleased with himself.
This was my favorite part... Perfect tone.


when i was writing that, it was just like he was here, saying it--'twas one of the few pieces of dialogue i didn't have to wrangle with!
11th-Jul-2007 01:26 pm (UTC)
I'm glad they talked. At least a bit. :-)

“You’ve got an infection; suppose you spike a fever. You’re not thinking straight, and you actually use the remote to change a channel. Then,” House continues, deepening his voice dramatically, “weak with fever, you collapse onto the bedspread, and all those nasty, hungry little bacteria crawl into that draining wound. Death! You really want to risk it? You’re a doctor; surprised you didn’t think of that!”
Oh I love House and his reasoning! Wonderful!!! Thank you so much. I'll lol over this for the rest of the day...
11th-Jul-2007 01:45 pm (UTC)
I love House and his reasoning!

having reasoned in the same way all my life, i always thought of myself as weird. now i don't--i think of myself and house as simply... uh.... unique. yeah... that's the word. unique! :)
11th-Jul-2007 02:16 pm (UTC)
“I blew it too, House. Long before Tritter was even in the picture. My best friend came to me for help. He was honest with me, and he was scared. And I laughed at him. Someday, I might be able to forgive myself for that. But I’ll never forgive myself for allowing things to get so out of hand for him that he was willing to risk everything.”

House has needed to hear that for a long time. Another great installment, thanks.
11th-Jul-2007 02:21 pm (UTC)
House has needed to hear that for a long time.

i oh, so agree! house (and i, and countless other S3 viewers) might've been a lot less upset if wilson had actually said this to house, on the show. sigh....
11th-Jul-2007 02:27 pm (UTC)
Awww! The ending made up for the angsty moments and my teary eyes(uh, that thing about the remotes - is that true?)
11th-Jul-2007 02:37 pm (UTC)
that thing about the remotes - is that true?

that'd be a yes. my mother walks into hotel rooms with her lysol can aimed and spraying--and she makes certain she soaks both the remote and the phone with the stuff!
11th-Jul-2007 02:58 pm (UTC)
Great hour!!! Loved it!!! Especially the north/south discussion.
11th-Jul-2007 03:17 pm (UTC)
the north/south discussion

that was one of those fun, easy to write scenes, as house was quite happy to just chatter away while all i did was type!
11th-Jul-2007 03:13 pm (UTC)
*does the happy dance*

This was just ... lovely. It's so like House to use the infection as a reason to keep Wilson nearby.

I'm wondering where this is going to end up. ;)
11th-Jul-2007 03:20 pm (UTC)
I'm wondering where this is going to end up. ;)

we'll all find out soon enough! ;)
11th-Jul-2007 03:28 pm (UTC)
aw...
11th-Jul-2007 03:30 pm (UTC)
;)
11th-Jul-2007 03:49 pm (UTC)
Yay, Wilson's out! Loved how the discussion worked out and House's frustration and anger at himself felt right on. And it's good to see Wilson willing to admit his mistakes.

And- ewwww! I know that about hotels but just the way he describes it. Such a House way of showing his worry about Wilson's condition without actually saying it. (There are 4 more chapters? House doesn't have to be too worried does he?)

Great series- thanks again for sharing!
11th-Jul-2007 04:13 pm (UTC)
House doesn't have to be too worried does he?

house knows his wilson; things'll be okay. :)
11th-Jul-2007 04:23 pm (UTC)
*sighs happily*

Ah, Wilson. Isn't it great fun to be best friends with an infectious disease specialist? Hehehehehe.

I really do love the way House expresses care and affection. You've got it right here, and the other thing is that you've caught the way that House's emotions shift so quickly from one moment to the next. That volatility, and the humor you've got here, make a rather mundane scene into something so much more. Of course I've seen this in the making, but it's really a pleasure to re-read.
11th-Jul-2007 04:58 pm (UTC)
volatility, and the humor you've got here, make a rather mundane scene into something so much more

because god forbid house and wilson should have an actual, serious, sustained discussion about anything! house would, no doubt, explode, while poor, sweet wilson would implode. humor-as-safety-valve; gotta love it!!
11th-Jul-2007 09:57 pm (UTC)
Death by bedspread.

Hee hee hee. Another lovely chapter.
12th-Jul-2007 11:14 am (UTC)
so glad you enjoyed!! :)
11th-Jul-2007 10:22 pm (UTC)
Yay! He's out of prison! and they're all going back to House's place. How could Wilson think otherwise? lol.

*bounces happily off* :D
12th-Jul-2007 11:15 am (UTC)
it's nice, sometimes, to let them be happy! :)
11th-Jul-2007 10:30 pm (UTC)
Yes, Wilson! You have your best friend back! ::melts::
12th-Jul-2007 11:17 am (UTC)
which, of course, means much more to wilson than his license, i think.
11th-Jul-2007 11:44 pm (UTC)
Awww! That section just makes me smile and smile!
12th-Jul-2007 11:17 am (UTC)
happy to make you happy!
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12th-Jul-2007 11:23 am (UTC)
Wilson speaking of House in the third person during the apology.

i believe wilson did that to make house... less uncomfortable, maybe. to put a safe distance between house having been vulnerable in front of wilson (and then getting laughed at!) and their present circumstance. it just... seemed right, somehow, that wilson wouldn't try to reopen that wound, or give that situation a painful immediacy. if that makes sense. (no coffee yet this morn!)
12th-Jul-2007 01:41 am (UTC)
House is taking him home...YAY!
12th-Jul-2007 11:23 am (UTC)
how could we have it any other way? ;)
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