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AIUTO! [new one-shot] 
5th-Nov-2008 01:03 pm
Seriously?

AIUTO!

 

Title:  Aiuto!
Genre:  Romance, Hurt/Comfort
Rating:  PG
Word Count:  2850
Characters:  Wilson/OFC, House
Summary:  Wilson’s in love, and even House approves.  So what could possibly go wrong?
Author's Note:  This has been unseen by human eyes since I made some major changes.  If you like it, send all thanks to blackmare , who can be a real bitch sometimes, in the nicest way possible.  If not, well, aim the rotten tomatoes in my direction, please. 

 

 

 

 

It’s been seven weeks—seven glorious weeks, and Wilson still can’t believe his luck.  Sarah is beautiful, of course.  A killer smile, a body that fits perfectly in his arms.  She isn’t Amber—but no one is.  It’s time to move on.  So Wilson will take the lessons Amber taught him, and he’ll prove to her—and to himself—that her brief life, and her even shorter time with him, meant something.  He’ll make her proud, and if, in the process, he finds that he makes himself happy as well, he knows that would please her. 

Sarah wasn’t meant to happen, but then, many of the best relationships aren’t.  Wilson had stopped into an antique shop one day, with a vaguely formed idea about finding House a new cane.  He’d been drawn by the store’s name, Second Chances, and by its whimsical slogan—Rekindle an old friendship here!  Of course, he knew that the motto referred to the concrete, tangible things the store sold, but he couldn’t help feeling that it was somehow a message, directed straight to his healing heart.  House might not appreciate the sentiment, but Wilson did.  So he’d entered the high-end shop with love on his mind.  Not the romantic kind of love that seemed always just out of reach, but the enduring kind, the friends-for-life kind he felt for House—the kind that finally, after so many months, seemed maybe just within reach again. 

He never found that special cane—but he’d found his own second chance, in the person of a petite redhead with cool green eyes and a quick wit.  Sarah’s enough like Amber that Wilson had felt immediately at home with her, yet different enough that he didn’t feel he was chasing a ghost.    

Sarah’s independent, too.  It turned out that she owns the shop.  She sets her own hours, thinks for herself.  Amber would approve, Wilson knows.  And the euphoria of this new and unexpected love would be enough, but there’s more; even House accepts her.  No; not just accepts—he actually appears to approve.  He’s giving Wilson room, and time to develop this relationship, and he’s treating Sarah as if she belongs.  At first, Wilson had a hard time believing it, until he reminded himself that House was, and always would be, an unfathomable puzzle.  So he finally decided to simply accept this heretofore unheard-of behavior.  As Wilson sees it now, it’s just icing on the cake. 

Wilson had, of course, waited the requisite three weeks before introducing Sarah to House.  Three long weeks of hiding, lying, skillfully ditching House.  It had been stressful and intense—and fun.  The bonus had been discovering Sarah’s wonderful sense of humor.  The evening she’d donned a hat, a trench coat, and a fake mustache, and waited for him in a library two towns over, Wilson felt the first stirrings of love. 

But the day she’d actually met House… well, that’s when Wilson knew

Sarah had marched up to House in the restaurant they’d allowed him to follow them to, on week four, day two.  She’d stuck out her hand—her left hand—and introduced herself to House as Seymour Butts, Wilson’s live-in accountant.  And House had laughed; he’d actually laughed.  The resulting dinner-for-three had gone off without a hitch, and at the end of the evening Wilson had virtually floated home, thinking, this is it.  Sarah’s the one. 

The next weekend, House had invited the new couple to dinner at his apartment.  He’d stopped by Wilson’s office and issued the invitation off-handedly, and in typical House fashion.  “Hey.  You and your flavor-of-the-month interested in dinner at my place Sunday?  I’m not cooking or anything, but I found this cool Italian place that delivers.  I’ll even sweeten the pot by sticking a candle in an old Chianti bottle.” 

“House, you’ve never drunk Chianti in your life; you therefore have no old Chianti bottles.” 

House had grinned.  “I’m a resourceful fellow; just leave it to me.” 

Normally, these words would’ve made Wilson’s blood run cold—with good reason.  But this was a different House, almost a chastened House, following Amber’s death, so Wilson had simply matched House’s grin with one of his own, and asked what time they should arrive.  

“Make it 8:45; that way I won’t miss the end of the Miss Monster Truck swimsuit-and-essay contest.”  Yeah, House had changed—but not too much, Wilson noted happily. 

At the appointed hour, Wilson and Sarah stood at House’s door.  Sarah carried a fussily-wrapped package.  Wilson had been shooting the mysterious parcel dark, worried glances on the trip over, but Sarah had refused to reveal its contents to him.  So he gave her the standard lecture on House not being the standard host.  He warned her not to expect a ‘thanks’—but to almost certainly expect ridicule.  Sarah just smiled, though, and Wilson shook his head and eyed the package again. 

At best, he’d thought, it’s a bunch of weirdly-wrapped bottles of liquor.  At worst—oh, God, no, not a fruit basket.  If it’s a fruit basket, please no salami, no nuts—no fruit.  Gonna be a long night. 

House opened the door with a flourish.  “Welcome to La Casa delum… Casa!”  House grinned triumphantly and ushered them in. 

Wilson saw House wrinkle his nose briefly as Sarah held out her gift, but he took the parcel and set it on the coffee table without comment. 

“No; open it now,” Sarah said.  “Please; it’s for tonight, and I think you’ll like it.” 

Here we go, thought Wilson.  Nice while it lasted, though

House had approached the oddly-shaped gift with the same enthusiasm he’d have shown a soiled diaper.  He pulled away the curly pink ribbon keeping it closed, and stared thoughtfully at the wads and wads of newspaper he’d uncovered.  “Thanks,” he said dryly.  “As soon as I get the cleaning lady to iron it, I’ll dive right into yesterday’s news.” 

Sarah reached over and swept the paper balls to the floor, revealing a record album—and a look of pure awe on House’s face. 

House had reached out almost reverently to pick the album up, and was cradling it with the type of care normally reserved for newborns.  Aiuto!” he whispered in perfectly-accented Italian.  “The Parlophon label.  Red.  Still sealed.”  He looked worshipfully at the giver of the gift.  “You,” he informed Sarah seriously, “are my new hero.” 

Wilson looked at the record; it was the Beatles, the Italian issue of Help!  He took a deep, deep breath, and wondered how life could possibly get any better than it was at that moment. 

The dinner House had ordered was perfect, the conversation flowed easily, and House had even found the promised Chianti bottles and candles.  When they were finished eating, House stood up and grabbed his new prize.  “Crime to open this,” he muttered, “But treasures are meant to be enjoyed.” 

After placing the record on the turntable, House went to the piano.  Eyes wide, Wilson watched as House smiled at Sarah and gestured for her to join him on the piano bench.  Wilson listened for the next hour, stunned, as House played along with the album and sang the familiar songs to her—in Italian. 

On the ride home, Wilson had approached the cost of the amazing gift carefully.  “Must have set you back a few hundred dollars,” he mentioned casually. 

“Nope.  Not a penny, really.  It was part of a bulk buy at an estate sale.  Figured it should go to a good home, and when you told me he collected old vinyl, it just seemed to fit.”  And Wilson, scarcely believing his good fortune, had beamed at her. 

In the next few weeks, Wilson played things carefully, making sure that neither House nor Sarah felt neglected.  And the one time that a call from House had interrupted an evening at the theater with Sarah, well, Wilson couldn’t really blame her for that cold frown that had briefly crossed her face as he left.  After all, he was a little annoyed too, but he had to admit that House really was making an effort. 

There was another incident, but Wilson tried not to examine it too closely.  Sarah had met him at the hospital for a quick lunch in the cafeteria.  It had been a busy week for both of them; this was their only chance to get together.  And House had stalked in, interrupting their conversation in mid-sentence, demanding a refill of his Vicodin prescription. 

Since Amber’s death, and Wilson’s return to PPTH, House had been circumspect about the scrips, usually just leaving a short note on Wilson’s desk a day or two before he needed a refill.  So Wilson had known that the rude interruption of their lunch was simply House’s way of declaring a pain emergency.  Wilson had taken one look at his friend and believed him.  House was still skittish about Wilson’s past responses to his claims of increased discomfort; Wilson knew that it had cost House something big to search out Wilson and admit to trouble, especially in front of Sarah. 

So he’d had House sit at the table on the pretense of having to speak with the pharmacist himself concerning the need for an early refill; it was clear that House had barely managed the walk to the cafeteria.  When Wilson returned with the pills, House had been sitting alone.  He told Wilson that Sarah had remembered an estate sale she wanted to attend, and would talk to him later. 

Wilson had wound up driving House home that evening.  He’d called Sarah to tell her he thought he should stay the night; House was in far worse shape than he’d let on earlier, and Wilson was worried.  Sarah had said it wasn’t a problem; she had new inventory she needed to catalogue.  As he’d hung up, Wilson wondered to himself how he’d gotten so lucky; Sarah understood about House. 

Over the next two days, his calls to Sarah had been picked up by her voice mail, and she didn’t return his messages.  But on the third day, she was warm and welcoming, explaining away her absence as business that she’d had to handle personally.  Wilson had resolutely pushed away a few flickers of doubt, and tucked his arms more tightly around her. 

Tonight’s the second time that Sarah’s agreed to spend the night at Wilson’s place.  Actually, things are going so well that he’s thinking about asking her to move in, over breakfast in the morning.  Drowsily, he spoons his body more tightly with hers, careful not to awaken her. 

When the phone rings at 2:24am, Wilson knows who it is, of course.  He disentangles himself from Sarah and reaches quietly for the phone.  “Yeah, House, what is it?” he whispers into the receiver.  He listens for a moment, and frowns.  “You’re not drunk?  High?”  Another pause, and then, soothingly, “Try not to move, okay?  I’ll be right there.”  He dresses and scribbles a note to Sarah. 

When he lets himself into House’s apartment, House calls out, “In the hall,” and Wilson hears the pain and the frustration in his voice.  As Wilson approaches him, House tries a feeble joke.  “Help!  I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!”  House’s fingers are clutched white over his cellphone. 

Wilson rolls his eyes, but as he kneels next to House, he can already see a significant swelling in House’s right ankle.  “How’d you manage this?” he asks. 

“Wasn’t hard.”  House attempts to move his right leg and winces before he continues speaking.  “Meant to get a new tip for the cane; hadn’t got around to it yet.”  Wilson knows what that means—as the rubber cane tip wears down, the traction’s decreased.  And if House doesn’t move carefully, the cane slides right out from under him; Wilson’s seen it happen. 

Wilson carefully straightens the twisted leg while House tries unsuccessfully to suppress a groan.  He slings House’s arm across his shoulder, and they make their way slowly to the couch.  Wilson props the right foot on the table and checks for a pedal pulse.  Then he gently maneuvers the foot, eliciting no more than a few pained expressions from House. 

“I don’t think it’s broken, but that’s a nice sprain,” Wilson observes.  “I’ll get some ice.” 

Returning from the kitchen, Wilson notices for the first time how pale House is, how drawn his eyes are.  “How long were you down?”  When he gets no answer, he says warningly, “House….” 

House looks away.  “Didn’t want to bother you.  A… while.” 

“It’s not a bother,” Wilson scolds.  “Sarah will understand.  You should’ve called sooner; we could have prevented most of this swelling.” 

“Figured you were with her.  I also figured I’d be able to get up by myself, wanted to give it a while to settle down.”  House takes a deep breath as the ice pack begins to relieve some of the pain.  “So, how goes it with your flavor—with Sarah?” 

Wilson smiles.  “I’m going to ask her to move in with me.  In the morning, I think.”  He doesn’t miss the split-second look of insecurity in House’s eyes.  “It’s okay, House; she likes you.  And I think you even like her, too.”  He looks to House for confirmation, and is rewarded with a grudging nod. 

The next two hours pass peacefully enough, but Wilson’s concerned.  House is clearly in a lot of discomfort, and he isn’t very talkative.  Wilson knows he’s thinking about how difficult the next few days will be at work, trying to move around on a damaged leg and a badly sprained ankle.  But… something else is bothering him too.  So Wilson dutifully refills ice packs and drink glasses, adjusts the wrappings on the ankle—and waits. 

Finally, “Isn’t Sarah going to be waiting for you?  Don’t want to get you into trouble with the boss.” 

Wilson repeats what he’d said earlier.  “It’s okay.  I left her a note, and I’m sure she’ll understand.”  He smiles.  “She’s incredible, House.  I’ll bet right this minute she’s worrying about you, and wondering if she can call without waking you.  I’m sure she’ll be over here later with chicken soup, or a first edition Rolling Stones album, or something.” 

House still looks doubtful, maybe a little guilty, but he relaxes a little, and even dozes for a while.  Wilson watches over him fondly, wishing that House could truly understand that Wilson’s right where he wants to be right now. 

At 5:00, Wilson is handing House a couple of ibuprofen and a Vicodin when his cellphone rings.  “Hey, hon,” he says.  “Did you find my note?  House is gonna be—”  The rest of his sentence is interrupted, and he listens with a deepening frown on his face.  He turns away from House, says low into the phone, “What do you mean you don’t care how he is?  You’re kidding, right?” 

There’s another pause as Sarah responds. Wilson tries to tune out her increasingly strident voice, and sneaks a glance at House.  He’s looking guilty and miserable, but when he sees Wilson watching him, he quickly schools his face into a smug expression, and mouths “hen-pecked” at Wilson

Wilson had learned a lot about House in the aftermath of Amber’s death, though, and he knows which expression is real.  So he takes a deep breath and says firmly into the phone, “I have my priorities straight, Sarah.  You’re the one who should do some thinking.  Next time, you might want to get involved with someone who doesn’t already have a family.”  He pushes the ‘off’ button with a little more force than necessary, and turns to House. 

Wilson wishes that—just once—he could hug the scared, needy, insecure little boy who’s sitting in front of him pretending that none of it matters.  House’s smug expression is still firmly in place, but Wilson easily sees the fear, and the apology, behind it. 

“Aw, Dad, do I have to give the lady back my new toy?” House drawls. 

“No, House, keep it,” Wilson says quietly.  “You’ve earned it.”  He accompanies his words with a warm and honest smile.  And as he watches the tension leave House’s shoulders, the defensiveness leave his posture, Wilson realizes that he’d found a way to give that little boy a hug, after all.

 

 

Thoughts 
5th-Nov-2008 05:08 pm (UTC)
aw! i loved this. house and wilson really are each other's family, and it's hard to let others in sometimes. nice job!
5th-Nov-2008 05:10 pm (UTC)
thanks. this was a real stretch for me; my hatred of OCs in any way, shape, or form is legendary. so i'm glad it worked for you.
5th-Nov-2008 05:24 pm (UTC)
you know, when Wilson said that line to Sarah, I actually burst into tears. I was SO not expecting it, but it fit so perfectly.

House is family, indeed. This was really beautiful and moving.
5th-Nov-2008 05:39 pm (UTC)
ohh, thank you. thank you; that means so much. you haven't any idea; words like yours, well, that makes it all worth it!
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5th-Nov-2008 05:41 pm (UTC)
sequel? with more OCness??? [runs the other way, babbling incoherently].

so glad you liked it, though. and... maybe i'll think about it, if i can do something mean to miss sarah! :)
5th-Nov-2008 05:59 pm (UTC)
You can be as mean to Sarah as you like; she's one of those bait-and-switch people who behaves beautifully until they think they've got the other one firmly hooked into the relationship -- and then, watch out.

8th-Nov-2008 02:18 am (UTC)
YES! Sequel! Just so you can be evil to the witch!! lol
5th-Nov-2008 05:58 pm (UTC)
The additions worked. I particularly like the detail of the reason Wilson was in an antiques shop to begin with; it really, really fits.

Very nicely done. I feel so much for House, trying so hard and feeling guilty as if he had any control over what had happened. He's so certain he'll always be second-best, and that's heartbreaking, but it's so good to see him find out he's wrong.

You may want to know that this isn't showing up at the top of my friends list, so some of your readers are likely to miss it, especially with the flurry of post-election posts being made.
5th-Nov-2008 06:06 pm (UTC)
i'm ecstatic that you approve--seriously. and you, of course, were right. again. sigh....

changed date--thanks for the heads-up.

thank you.
5th-Nov-2008 06:13 pm (UTC)
OH. I wasn't specific enough. Changing the date won't help; in fact it may cause the entry to disappear entirely from your friends' friends pages. I know it's stupid, but it is the way LJ works (or doesn't). This is why, when I'm ready to put something out that's been in progress for more than a few hours, I always make a fresh post instead of just unlocking it. It's the only way to make sure that those who've got me on their f-list are likely to see it.

What you can do, if you haven't, is post this to housefic and/or house_wilson.

ETA that I checked and the post still does show up on my friends page, but in the same place it was before, about 30 entries back.

Edited at 2008-11-05 06:15 pm (UTC)
5th-Nov-2008 06:16 pm (UTC)
i have posted at both the comms. and i can't repost, as it really, truly is too much work, what with the wonky lj-cut, and the triple-spacing, and the changing font sizes, and the mysteriously coded, magical self-changing colors, and--did i mention that lj hates me?
5th-Nov-2008 06:01 pm (UTC)
Aw. So perfectly true, House and Wilson are family. I liked the way you worked Sarah in, too, which is kind of epic, because I rarely have patience with OCs. Nice work on this.
5th-Nov-2008 06:08 pm (UTC)
I rarely have patience with OCs

amen to that! it wasn't easy; nice to hear it worked for someone who shares my aversion to OCs; thanks.
5th-Nov-2008 06:01 pm (UTC)
Family.
Aw, how utterly fitting.
I loved this. Sarah made me worried for a while (I'm not a big fan of OCs, even if House likes them) but I knew (hoped) she was bound to get the boot.
5th-Nov-2008 06:09 pm (UTC)
thanks; she was tough to write--but i did so enjoy dismissing her at the end! :)
5th-Nov-2008 06:29 pm (UTC)
Do you know what?
No????
Really??
You really don't know? Hm, *tsetse*shakeshead*

YOU ARE ONE OF THE BEST AUTHORS I'VE EVER READ!!!

You knew that, didn't you?

Wow, that's so great and emphatetically written. I liked Sarah a lot untill the phonecall. Wilson and House should be together. Women are just disturb. Good that the both don't let it happen that someone came again between them.

Thank you, you wonderful one. I do loved and enjoyed your fic.
5th-Nov-2008 06:48 pm (UTC)
you are very welcome--as always. your words are always so kind; it makes me feel good. :)
5th-Nov-2008 06:51 pm (UTC)
This was *absolutely* incredible. I had goose bumps all over my body when I read the family comment.
And the subtle signs of House's insecurity you always manage to integrate so well in your fics... Wonderfully done. I am really in awe every time I read one of your stories, which are all perfectly in-character and at the same time often so deeply emotional.
I can't begin to tell you how much I loved this, and how much I needed something like this today. You are simply *the* best author ever. - Have I ever told you that before? ;) *hugs*
5th-Nov-2008 07:47 pm (UTC)
i'm so glad that my wee offering made your day a bit better; your comment certainly brightens my day! i needs-must, however, share the credit for this story with blackmare; were it not for her wickedly skillful use of reverse psychology, this piece would be a thousand words shorter, and a victim of the 'delete' button. *hugs back*
5th-Nov-2008 07:06 pm (UTC)
You had me at the beginning with the name of the shop and slogan.

At first, I was happy for Wilson, but I'm glad he didn't choose Sarah over House, or rather family. Perfect response from Wilson.

Beautifully written.
5th-Nov-2008 08:06 pm (UTC)
many thanks! giving the shop a name, and that whole idea of wilson wanting to purchase a cane for house, didn't exist in the first version of this. i'm learning it pays to [grudgingly] listen to mare--at least once in a while! :)
5th-Nov-2008 09:08 pm (UTC)
I could feel House's tension when Wilson was on the phone. Very nice.
5th-Nov-2008 09:20 pm (UTC)
thank you. you know, for what is, essentially, a fluff piece, this is one of the most challenging things i've ever written. it's gratifying to know that it works!
12th-Nov-2008 04:07 am (UTC)
Fluff piece? FLUFF?! Fluff dosn't make me chew on the insides of my cheeks, preparing myself emotionally for the 'whatever-may-come". Fluff dosn't cause tension as I start to steel myself in defense of House's insecurities. Fluff doesn't make me happy/angsty/angry/contented all in one fell swoop. THIS is not fluff. This was insightful, entertaining and well; just darned fun.

Oh, by the way...you should always listen to Mare...especially if she is offering artistic input, either written or visual. "Second Chances"..and the cane were just simply artful.

I think that anyone who wants to date or develop a relationship with Wilson should have to sign a pre-relationship agreement stating that House gets First Place in Wilson's life, period. I do have to admit to being a little disappointed that Sarah wasn't what she seemed to be..there at first, I was a fooled as Wilson.

Mick
12th-Nov-2008 04:34 pm (UTC)
"Second Chances"..and the cane were just simply artful

actually, both of those particular additions were my own--but they wouldn't have occurred at all had blackmare perceived that things felt a bit rushed in the first version! so i added those details in an attempt to make the story have more fee to it, more atmosphere. glad they worked so well for you!
5th-Nov-2008 09:43 pm (UTC)
Such a terrific story! The way House is trying to give Wilson the room he needed for this - thankfully doomed - relationship is so touching.
I'm always thrilled on seeing new posts from you, and can hardly wait for your next fic.
5th-Nov-2008 11:31 pm (UTC)
thank you; that's so nice to hear, and i appreciate it.
5th-Nov-2008 10:35 pm (UTC)
I confess--as much as I love your House stories, I *almost* didn't read this one because of the mention of romance for Wilson in the intro. I tend to avoid 'girlfriend' stories with a vengance in all my favorite fandoms. :) It was just too tempting to resist though, and I'm glad I caved!

I love the ending (and I can so easily 'hear' Wilson talking on the phone). I quibble a bit over whether he would drop her that quickly--but then, I didn't hear *her* side of the conversation! The getting the priorities line is probably what sent Wilson over the edge... Great story!
5th-Nov-2008 11:34 pm (UTC)
i'm laughing, because i've never, ever written anything from the 'romance' angle--and i detest OCs. i'm so glad you 'caved' too!

her side of the conversation involved her perception of wilson's 'misplaced loyalties.' and we all know where wilson's #1 loyalty lies! :)
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5th-Nov-2008 11:48 pm (UTC)
lj isn't screwing up; or, they are, but it's apparently simply the way they do things. scroll back on your friends page to november 4th, about noon or one. that's when i initially posted the first draft, but privately. when i finished it and opened it up, i changed the date to today, but that apparently does not move it up on the list. i found all this out because mare complained of the same thing--never seeing it on her friends page, until she scrolled back to early yesterday.
12th-Nov-2008 04:11 am (UTC)
Ohhhhhh yeah! A sequel with House in some way repaying Sarah with something as rich as the "gift" she brought him...in defense of Wilson. Interesting...

6th-Nov-2008 01:43 am (UTC)
:) I'm so glad Wilson made the right choice.
6th-Nov-2008 10:24 am (UTC)
glad you liked it! :)
6th-Nov-2008 03:34 pm (UTC)
Too bad... I liked Sarah. But if she's so stupid to make Wilson choose between her and House, well, maybe she's not so perfect after all.
6th-Nov-2008 03:38 pm (UTC)
i'm happy to hear that you liked her; i tried to make her likable at the beginning, but i'm uncomfortable writing OCs, so it was a bit challenging. thanks for your comment!
6th-Nov-2008 05:47 pm (UTC)
Oh House - you of all people should know how important it is to change the tip of your cane before it gets to the point it slids out underneath you...

I love this story! It all started so nice and hopeful and House was being so careful and supportive and Wilson was making sure to divide his attention - but Sarah obviously didn't understand the importance of Wilson's family (I loved that touch!) to him. Well, her loss. And House being upset about it but trying not to show it, and Wilson picking up on it anyway, oh lovely. The ending moved me immensely (Wilson realizes that he’d found a way to give that little boy a hug, after all), poetry. Thanks so much for sharing.
6th-Nov-2008 05:51 pm (UTC)
i'm really pleased that this story's going over so well--and your comment puts a smile on my face! :)
7th-Nov-2008 05:32 am (UTC)
This was lovely—an OC with a real personality (even if it wasn’t one that was particularly pleasant in the later stages of a relationship), Wilson’s acceptance of House’s place in his family, and House’s mercurial transformations—added up to be all the little things that bring forward a smile and a happy reader. Very sweet, very touching, and just what I needed on a rainy day.


Edited at 2008-11-07 05:33 am (UTC)
7th-Nov-2008 11:27 am (UTC)
and your comment is lovely--just what i needed on an early, cold morning! thank you.
8th-Nov-2008 01:37 am (UTC)
Anonymous
Wow! That was freaking fantastic! Wow!

So, I admit I missed the header and was totally blindsided by Wilson having a relationship with Sarah, which was probably for the best. I would have thought about reading the story instead of just doing it. (Though, I should have known better since this is your story and you've NEVER posted a bad story!)

I was so into this story, the name of the shop, Wilson looking for canes. Then with Sarah it was great to see the relationships bloom (I loved how you described it), and I love how it felt genuine through 'til the phone call. At that point it hit me like a ton of bricks, I wanted to scream at the stupid bitch. I felt bad for Wilson and I felt bad for House but you saved the day with Wilson top priority being his *family*. :D

You really made me run through the emotions on this one. From happy and hopeful through the indescribable feeling you get when you know just your existence has screwed up someone's life and even fear (you need warnings: "May cause you to relive your morning experience of nearly falling, helplessly in the shower.")

But anyway, brilliant story! Thanks for posting!

8th-Nov-2008 01:43 am (UTC)
Aurgh! Somehow I ended up getting logged out but that last comment is mine :) And ignore all the typos! Sorry!
8th-Nov-2008 02:39 pm (UTC)
thanks for such a fantastic comment; what a lovely way to start my morning! glad you enjoyed the story, and believe me, i don't even see the typos! :)
11th-Nov-2008 04:16 am (UTC)
Love this. The last paragraph left me with such a big smile. I can't tell you enough how much I love your stories.
11th-Nov-2008 03:49 pm (UTC)
thanks! it was really kind of nice to write something with a little humor in it this time, and manage to make it convey something about the connection between house and wilson at the same time.