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Wilson's Hour (fifteenth in the HOUR series) 
10th-Jul-2007 12:08 pm
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Title: Wilson's Hour
Characters: House, Wilson
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 1000 
Summary:  Wilson reflects on what House did 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,  and  House's Hour .

Thanks to  blackmare  for not throwing this vignette--and me--out the nearest cyber-window!  :)  And btw, there are twenty vignettes total--five more to go.


WILSON’S HOUR

 

 

Once House leaves, Wilson heads outside.  As he walks across the well-tended grounds to a bench beneath a tree, he nods to several inmates returning from the tennis courts.

 

House isn’t too far wrong about the whole country-club aspect, Wilson thinks with wry humor.  Although we are lacking a golf course.

 

Wilson seats himself on the bench, and allows his mind to wander.  In the months that he’s been here, this has become a favorite spot for him.  Usually, it allows him to forget, for a while, where he is and why he’s here.  But today, that’s exactly what he wants to think about.

 

He’s still in awe of the side of House he’d seen today.  The man who’d come to see him had been thoughtful and compassionate.  He’d willingly put Wilson’s needs ahead of his own.  That means a lot to Wilson; he knows House, so he knows that House analyzed this, debated it, tore it apart from every angle.  And—believing it would cost him his own life—House did it anyway.

 

He was ready to exchange his career, his freedom for mine, Wilson thinks wonderingly.  When he thinks something’s right, nothing stands in his way.  He wanted to protect me, and he was ready to make the sacrifice. 

 

Wilson remembers the first time he’d seen such strict adherence to a personal code, and had learned about that moral imperative that compels us to protect those we care about.  He’d just turned five years old.

 

His parents had gone to a barbeque with friends, leaving him in the care of his twelve year old brother.  They’d left strict instructions that Jimmy wasn’t to ride his bicycle in their absence; his father had removed the training wheels just days before, and the little boy was still trying to get the hang of riding without them.  Wilson remembers, with a grin, that David had told him he looked as if he were pedaling down the street in the middle of an earthquake.

 

Almost as soon as their parents were out the door, Wilson had started in on David.  He wanted, badly, to learn to ride that bike before Mom and Dad got home.  He wanted to surprise them.  And finally, his brother had given in.

 

They’d practiced about twenty minutes; young Jimmy was feeling pretty confident, and he’d yelled to David to let go of the seat.  The next thing he knew, he was in his brother’s arms, being carried into the house.

 

His brother told him he must have ridden over a rock, and turned the handlebars the wrong way; he’d fallen from the bike, hitting his head on the pavement.  Fortunately, there was no obvious damage to either him or the bicycle, and he and David made a pact that the accident would forever be their secret.  Half an hour later, without warning, Jimmy threw up.

 

David ran straight for the Home Medical Encyclopedia, and learned about concussions. When he told Jimmy that he’d have to call their parents and tell them what had happened, Jimmy’d cried, and sworn he was okay.  And he might’ve had David convinced, too—if he hadn’t vomited again while his last, emphatic “fine” still hung in the air between them. 

 

When his brother picked up the phone, Jimmy had begged him to say that it was the ‘flu; a friend of his had just gotten over it, and Jimmy knew it involved an awful lot of throwing up.  His brother ignored him and made the call.

 

When their parents got home, Jimmy watched, wide-eyed, as his brother stood there, tall and straight as a man, and took all the blame.  Wilson remembers that he’d tried to argue, to tell his parents that he’d been the one who’d insisted on taking the bike out.

 

“Don’t listen to him; he has a head injury.  It’s making him talk nonsense,” David had said seriously, sounding like a grown-up.

 

Wilson’s parents had grounded David for two weeks—the same amount of time the doctor had forbidden outdoor play for Jimmy.  And each day, when David would get home from school, he would gather up all the blankets he could find.  He’d build a cave, or a castle, or even a pirate ship with gigantic sails.  Then David and Jimmy would go, together, on the most exciting adventures. And David never once got mad at Jimmy for the unfair punishment he was suffering.

 

Wilson smiles now, thinking back on that childhood demonstration of protection and self-sacrifice.  More than that, though, David had also given him his first lesson in doing what’s right.  And today, he’d seen the adult version demonstrated, from the unlikeliest of sources. 

 

Oh, he’s always known that House has a strong sense of personal responsibility, to do right by the people and things he cares about; what he’d forgotten is that his unique friend tends to cloak it well.  House has never felt the need to announce his gestures of love.

 

I told Ambegley that I’m the big brother in my relationship with House, but that’s only because House never had a chance—or maybe I never gave him one.  He’s always been the one who needed me, and we both just accepted that.

 

Wilson thinks back on all the times he’s been there for House, and admits to himself that perhaps, once in a while, he’s felt a little resentment that his concern hasn’t been reciprocated.  And then he realizes that maybe he’s been wrong to feel that way; maybe Wilson simply didn’t recognize the concern.  Nothing from House ever comes wrapped in the traditional package.

 

House reminded me of something today, something David taught me thirty years ago.  I should’ve known that with House, caring isn’t about remembering to make a phone call, or showing up on visiting day.  For him, it goes a lot deeper than that; it’s knowing when to do the right thing.  It’s doing the right thing, and consequences be damned.

 

House calls it an evolutionary incentive.  Wilson calls it a moral imperative.  But, Wilson realizes, it all comes down to his own words— the words House had echoed back to him when he’d visited House in rehab:  That’s what friends do.


Wilson's going home! : 

Uncomfortable Hour



Thoughts 
(Deleted comment)
10th-Jul-2007 04:45 pm (UTC)
glad you like it better; thank blackmare for anything you like, as she kept insisting on do-overs! ;)
10th-Jul-2007 04:51 pm (UTC)
I like it. This one ist very 'Wilson', just like the last one was very 'House'. :-)

PS: Nothing from House ever comes wrapped in the traditional package. that's what I love the most about House. Thanks for putting it in here!:-)

10th-Jul-2007 04:55 pm (UTC)
and again--that line was added just prior to posting! seems i get some of the stuff you guys like the most at the very last second. but hey, whatever works! ;)
10th-Jul-2007 04:52 pm (UTC)
loved the bike story
10th-Jul-2007 04:56 pm (UTC)
thanks! rewrote it three times--so glad it works for you!
10th-Jul-2007 05:08 pm (UTC)
So nice. Loved the juxtaposition between this one and the last -- House's father tried to teach him a lesson but failed, Wilson's older brother taught him a lesson that didn't, and Wilson later passed that lesson on to House and saw it take hold and bloom.

... or even a pirate ship with gigantic sails.

*blinks*

Hee hee hee.
10th-Jul-2007 05:20 pm (UTC)
Loved the juxtaposition between this one and the last

thank you, thank you, thank you for saying that! i was trying (and failing) to achieve that juxtaposition with this one for the longest time! :)

*would wander off whistling happily if i knew how to whistle*
10th-Jul-2007 05:15 pm (UTC)
twenty vignettes total 20? not 24? I was just sure there would be 24 Hours. You'll just have to think of four more. :0) I have really enjoyed this series. I like the different emotions that House has gone through as he deal with Wilson in jail to him being released. David story was really interesting and gave a clear insight into Wilson's motivation and character. Lovely.
10th-Jul-2007 05:22 pm (UTC)
You'll just have to think of four more.

i tried--i tried! i even begged for title ideas. but it was not to be..... ;)
10th-Jul-2007 05:44 pm (UTC)
hehe. seems like someone else thought that the 24 hour thing was a good idea. what if we tried to help you come up with titles? like the missing hour (no idea what the plot to that one would be) or the twenty fifth hour (as in the non existant hour... dunno) dinner hour (darn! forgot.) shady hour (I'm trying!) lunch hour (fries anyone?) shew. give me a while. I'll come up with something for you!

Great job, I loved the whole bike story. Looks like Wilson's finally learning about his bestfriend...

-ANimal
10th-Jul-2007 05:50 pm (UTC)
already did 'lunch hour' too. and... i can't even come up with twenty-four, and you suggest twenty-five??? i, uh... think not. ;)
10th-Jul-2007 05:49 pm (UTC)
Yay for five more of these! :D
I loved the story of Wilson and his brother and how you explained House's moral code. That's definitely how he is, and nothing from him ever comes in a traditional package.
10th-Jul-2007 05:52 pm (UTC)
i am so glad that you kids are liking this one; 'twas a thorn in my side for days.....
10th-Jul-2007 05:53 pm (UTC)
And then he realizes that maybe he’s been wrong to feel that way; maybe Wilson simply didn’t recognize the concern. Nothing from House ever comes wrapped in the traditional package.

Just perfect, my favorite line in this one, sums House and, in a way, House's feelings for Wilson up perfectly. *hugs Wilson*, glad he finally gets it.
10th-Jul-2007 05:56 pm (UTC)
glad he finally gets it

me too; took him long enough! (and by that, i mean the hell he put me through writing this one!!) ;)
10th-Jul-2007 07:03 pm (UTC)
Jeez. I cried. AGAIN. Maybe I'm just a sissy?

But Wilson's memory seriously brought me to tears. So sweet. A situation played out (though under different circumstances) by my sister and I several times. ::sigh::

House calls it an evolutionary incentive. Wilson calls it a moral imperative. But, Wilson realizes, it all comes down to his own words— the words House had echoed back to him when he’d visited House in rehab: That’s what friends do.

Yes! YES! That's all I can think of to say. I, as always, sing your praises. I'll be sad to see this series end.
10th-Jul-2007 07:10 pm (UTC)
I'll be sad to see this series end.

but i think you'll really like the ones coming up--and the way it ends! :)
10th-Jul-2007 10:09 pm (UTC)
Still reading and loving!

You might want to change the phrasing in "what he’d forgotten is that his unique friend tends to cloak it well." Maybe: 'tended to cloak' or just: 'cloaked it well.'
10th-Jul-2007 11:03 pm (UTC)
not seeing the problem with the phrase? he had forgotten (and is now remembering) that house (still) cloaks it well. am i missing something? just as i had forgotten that my son has a dental appt next week! :)

and glad you're still reading, as i think i must've rambled on too long! ;)
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10th-Jul-2007 11:13 pm (UTC)
House and Wilson and their flawed friendship

fortunately, it's an endlessly fascinating subject! and thanks so much!! :)
11th-Jul-2007 01:38 am (UTC) - Wow...
Wow...I just read all of these in a little under an hour. And I just had to comment telling you how good this is! I love it to bits and pieces! Damn, this is so awesome, I love to think about what would've happened if what Tritter's deal was with Wilson and House what would've happened! At first I've passed over this not knowing that this was it's theme, per se. But my god am I glad I gave this a read! Anyways, just wanted to say how much I loved it and can't wait for the next installment!!
XOXO Belle
11th-Jul-2007 01:58 am (UTC) - Re: Wow...
welcome aboard, and thank you very much!!
12th-Jul-2007 01:38 am (UTC)
Love it.... :whimpers: It's almost over! :(
12th-Jul-2007 11:25 am (UTC)
still a few more to go! :)
19th-Jul-2007 12:01 pm (UTC)
Amazing!
19th-Jul-2007 12:04 pm (UTC)
i really struggled with this one--and i mean really struggled, over the course of a week. so i find it pretty cool that you find it amazing. thanks! :)
27th-Jul-2007 01:57 pm (UTC)
Greetings!

"He was ready to exchange his career, his freedom for mine, Wilson thinks wonderingly. When he thinks something’s right, nothing stands in his way. He wanted to protect me, and he was ready to make the sacrifice."

"I should’ve known that with House, caring isn’t about remembering to make a phone call, or showing up on visiting day. For him, it goes a lot deeper than that; it’s knowing when to do the right thing. It’s doing the right thing, and consequences be damned."

"Oh, he’s always known that House has a strong sense of personal responsibility, to do right by the people and things he cares about; what he’d forgotten is that his unique friend tends to cloak it well. House has never felt the need to announce his gestures of love."

*shiver* So perfectly said - and something that, oddly enough, seems to get missed a surprising amount - both by House's colleagues and by a certain number of writers and readers here in 'RL'. House is neither black nor white, but innumerable shades of grey. He doesn't have a heart of gold - but neither is it lead. Kudoes to you for recognizing this... and for understanding the privacy House needs to let anyone near at all.

Reading on,
-Katrina