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And It All Comes Down To This... [EPILOGUE] 
20th-Jul-2007 10:28 am
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Title:  And It All Comes Down To This... (EPILOGUE)
Characters:  House, Wilson
Rating:  PG
Genre:  Angst
Words:  700
Summary:  Pain caused House to take inventory of his life, to figure out just what it's cost him.  Now, three weeks later, he's forced to redo the math.  This is the epilogue to the piece I posted yesterday, which can be found  here.  

And by the way--you can blame thank  nightdog_barks   and blackmare   for the twenty-four hour delay in posting this, because they're evil they felt each piece would have more impact if presented separately.  That's what they said, I swear!  :)


EPILOGUE: Three weeks later

 
Same song, different verse, House thinks bitterly. He’s just thrown Wilson out—again
 
It all started in the usual way. Patient complained to Cuddy. Cuddy complained to WilsonWilson lectured House.
 
That was yesterday. Today, Wilson had made the obligatory “What’s going on with you?” visit. At least today is Saturday, so House was spared the part of the lecture about doing his job. He hadn’t been able to spare Wilson, though. This time, House had to dredge up the whole ‘affair with a dying patient’ incident before Wilson finally went through his stages, and left.
 
We’ve got the Five Stages of Grief—and the Three Stages of Masochism. Disbelief; he’s good at that. Hurt; stayed longer than usual in that one today. Thought he’d never get to Anger.
 
But he had, and he’s gone. Now it’s just House. And the pain, of course.
 
Got through the evening. Made it through the night. And survived Wilson’s house call. Guess I should overlook the fact that it’s worse today than it was yesterday, and another evening’s coming. Another night. At least there won’t be another drop-in from Wilson.
 
Twenty minutes later, it’s House and the pain. And Wilson.
 
“Get the hell out of here. And this time, leave the key.”
 
But something’s different. Wilson’s shaking his head about the key, pushing it securely into his pocket. And he’s staring at House. He isn’t talking, or lecturing, or begging for an explanation.  It’s a weird stare, almost assessing—like a doctor.  And it goes on for a full minute, and House has to look away.
 
Finally, Wilson walks away from the couch. He goes to the bookshelf, starts moving books, letting things fall. Then he turns around and looks at House again. “Where is it? C’mon, House, I know it’s here.”
 
House knows immediately what Wilson’s talking about, and he won’t answer. But Wilson’s followed the involuntary flicker of his eyes.  House hears the scrape of the low stepstool being pulled across the floor, and when Wilson returns to the couch, he’s holding the gray metal box, and he’s studying House’s face as if he’s never seen it before.
 
Not now, Wilson. Please.
 
But there’s nothing he can do.   Because the spasms had begun at work, and House had been lucky to get home, to make it to the couch—no matter what Wilson thinks, retrieving the morphine hadn’t even been an option. The one time he had managed to get up, at three in the morning, he’d made it to the bathroom, and then stupidly went to the kitchen for a drink. That had cost him almost two hours lying on the floor by the sink. At least it was a change of scenery.
 
When he’d made it back to the living room, he’d thought—briefly—about the morphine, then acknowledged harshly that his leg and the stepstool wouldn’t mix. He’d tried to take comfort in the knowledge that the morphine was there, even if he couldn’t reach it. And now, Wilson’s going to walk out with the box. After the inevitable lecture, the disappointed look.
 
House attempts to meet his gaze with defiance, anger, hatred. But this time something’s different; the colder House tries to appear, the more compassionate Wilson’s gaze becomeslike a friend. House finally does the only thing left to him; he closes his eyes and waits—for what, he doesn’t know. He’s so worn out that he’s only peripherally aware, a few seconds later, that Wilson’s knelt by the couch and picked up his arm.  House wearily opens his eyes, meets Wilson's.

It hurts.

I know.

But neither man has spoken.
 
Several minutes later, when the morphine’s begun to work, and Wilson’s still there, watching him, he closes his eyes again, because he needs to figure this out.
 
He can’t though, not right now. But he’s got the basicsseems he’d been wrong about the pain being the only thing he can count on. Because that agony, his dependable enemy, has been vanquished temporarily. Oh sure, it’ll be back, but for now….  And Wilson—seems House was wrong there, too. 
 
As House lets the drug and the exhaustion pull him under, there’s only one thought in his mind: Two things I can count on—two.


UPDATE:
  
blackmare_9
 has just given me one of the most exquisite, most memorable gifts I've ever been honored to receive.  Through my tears, I've asked for--and received--her permission to share it with you.  Now, because of her incredible talent, we no longer have to wonder what's going on in Wilson's mind; it's all here.  And it's touching, in a most beautifully devastating way; have your kleenex ready.  Turnabout


Thoughts 
20th-Jul-2007 02:25 pm (UTC)
THREE things he can count on : the pain, Wilson, and YOU !
Thanks, I got my normal breathing back now
:-)
20th-Jul-2007 03:14 pm (UTC)
the pain, Wilson, and YOU !

awww... thank you! someone's gotta look out for his well-hidden heart. *hugs*
20th-Jul-2007 02:35 pm (UTC)
So heartbreaking and yet I loved it!
I felt so sorry for both of them, but at least they have each other and it seems that Wilson only can count on two things too.
Great story!
20th-Jul-2007 03:16 pm (UTC)
at least they have each other

which makes the pain... bearable, at least. and thank you!
20th-Jul-2007 02:50 pm (UTC)
oh! it's true what your friends said. Posting this epilogue just now does make it have more impact!

Yesterday I was resigned to that ending, it was very sad but something I saw as possible. Moreover, in House's mind, clouded by pain and self-deprecation, it was something he was inclined to think, that Wilson would, sooner or later, leave him. But, as I said yesterday, it was heartbreaking.
So I'm very glad you wrote this epilogue, ending on a more hopeful note.
20th-Jul-2007 03:18 pm (UTC)
House's mind, clouded by pain and self-deprecation, it was something he was inclined to think

oh, yes! the things that uncontrolled physical pain, and the resultant mental exhaustion, can do to the mind are devastating. so yeah--i stand by the... brutality and truth... of the first portion--but also by the sweet relief of the epilogue!
20th-Jul-2007 02:53 pm (UTC)
*hugs Wilson while apologizing for the slap he got yesterday*
*hugs House* (can't hug one without the other, unless the other has done something really stupid)
*cries*
Rereads....
House wearily opens his eyes, meets Wilson's.

It hurts.

I know.

But neither man has spoken.

*cries again*
Thanks for another great one :)
20th-Jul-2007 03:20 pm (UTC)
*cries again*

and that bit that has you in tears? was added this morning, just prior to posting. glad it moved you!
20th-Jul-2007 03:01 pm (UTC)
You are offically forgiven, but nightdog_barks and blackmare_9 are now on my LIST, even though they were right .

Three Stages of Masochism. Disbelief; he’s good at that. Hurt; stayed longer than usual in that one today. Thought he’d never get to Anger.

The Three stages were great. I love the idea that House pushes Wilson towards anger so that he'll leave, but Wilson is far too stubborn and far too loving to ever really leave. :)
20th-Jul-2007 03:22 pm (UTC)
Wilson is far too stubborn and far too loving to ever really leave

oh--absolutely. when wilson finally Gets A Clue, he's the best!
20th-Jul-2007 03:07 pm (UTC)
AWWWWWWW! Can you feel the love people? ^.^
20th-Jul-2007 03:24 pm (UTC)
feel the love

always, always there--even when they try to hide it beneath anger, miscommunication--and pain. always there. rather like wilson.
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20th-Jul-2007 03:26 pm (UTC)
introspection on House's behavior... And Wilson's delayed reaction

and i know the... uh... delay was a bit... cruel--but blackmare and nightdog_barks have unerring instincts, don't they! ;)
20th-Jul-2007 03:12 pm (UTC)
Anonymous
Oh, thank you so much. I liked the first part but it was very sad. Now you made me happy. I love your writing; all the important details are there yet not one word too many. Perfect.

Jo
-the one still without the LJ-
20th-Jul-2007 03:28 pm (UTC)
all the important details are there yet not one word too many

thank you! i was hoping to keep the melodrama to a minimum--while maximizing the angst. sometimes hard to do--glad it works!
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20th-Jul-2007 03:51 pm (UTC)
I read the other fic yesterday, and loved it.
And now I read this one today, and love it even more.
By using the transitive property, I love the other fic more now as well.

OMG I JUST MADE A MATH REFERENCE. x_x your fic is so good, it made me delve into the part of my mind with algebraic terms.
20th-Jul-2007 04:02 pm (UTC)
your fic is so good, it made me delve into the part of my mind with algebraic terms

and that is high praise, indeed! [says the woman who is not a developmental psychologist right now because she was utterly unable to pass Basic Statistics twenty-five years ago... sigh.]
20th-Jul-2007 03:53 pm (UTC)
Hee. First you cut me, then you apply the Band Aid. Not a word (or a person) out of place.
20th-Jul-2007 04:04 pm (UTC)
First you cut me, then you apply the Band Aid

as i like to point out, i do attempt to fix whar i break! must be the nurse in me....
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20th-Jul-2007 04:07 pm (UTC)
When they "read" the other as they are capable of doing then it doesn't take words to get the point across.

exactly. precisely, even. while clueless!wilson is frustrating, once he "gets it" there's no stopping him--he can be just as relentless as house is. lucky for house.
20th-Jul-2007 03:57 pm (UTC) - Epilogue (Dr. Fantabulous)
Anonymous
Yeah, really a lot of impact, they were right! That was really great, two separate endings, both seeming conclusive- but we all know the second one's the real end, the real answer, the final point. Love it :)
20th-Jul-2007 04:08 pm (UTC) - Re: Epilogue (Dr. Fantabulous)
one's the real end, the real answer, the final point

yup. it just... couldn't end, any other way.
20th-Jul-2007 05:16 pm (UTC)
Amazing fic. *loves your work*
20th-Jul-2007 05:51 pm (UTC)
thank you--and i love your unwavering support! :)
20th-Jul-2007 05:17 pm (UTC)
Oh, how I wish this were true. Because it should be. But sometimes Wilson is so darn (in respect for your kid) clueless when it comes to House. It seems like he sees the same thing Tritter did when he looked at House. Addict, period.

I think I am going to send good mental energy to TPTB that their Wilson move into your universe.
20th-Jul-2007 05:54 pm (UTC)
send good mental energy to TPTB that their Wilson move into your universe

right there with you on that plan! ahh, would that season four bear even a passing resemblance to season one....

*sighs wistfully/wishfully*
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20th-Jul-2007 06:06 pm (UTC)
so glad you liked both--pleasant surprises are nice, aren't they? and Turnabout was--by far--the very nicest surprise i could ever have hoped for, myself. because--in doing this piece--i was, of necessity, completely immersed in house's bitter/frightened/pained state of mind. and i felt his relief, when reading Turnabout. and that's an amazingly wonderful thing.
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