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Where House is NEVER safe...
Two Ancient One-Shots 
12th-Oct-2007 01:40 pm
HWhall

Whilst attempting to do an index for my stories, I discovered that still I had two one-shots over at the Pit that hadn't migrated over here.  So, here they be:

WHERE WERE YOU?  [rated G, House-Wilson friendship]

Greg House and James Wilson have been friends for a long time. They’ve discussed everything from movies to women to politics and religion. Their relationship is an easy one, mostly, and they know each other’s strengths and foibles. They know how to make each other laugh. They know how to make each other angry. They have no secrets.

As House sees it, they know everything there is to know about each other. Or at least Wilson knows everything about House. There’s just one thing that House doesn’t know about Wilson, and it’s been eating at him for six years.

So tonight, after a pretty good movie and too much very good beer, House decides to ask. He grabs the remote and turns off the TV. Then, he turns to his best friend in all the world and asks him. “Where were you?”

Wilson, slightly drunk, looks confused. “On your couch, I think. Why, did I leave and forget to let myself know?”

House won’t be dissuaded. “Where were you when it happened?”

“Did I miss an alert? I didn’t know we were watching the news….”

“Okay, I’ll spell it out, then. Where were you when I had the infarct?”

Wilson’s eyes widen, and he sobers up quickly; he feels like he’s just been blindsided. “Where the hell’d that come from?” He’s angry, and he’s not sure why. This conversation suddenly feels dangerous.

“It didn’t come from anywhere. It’s just a question. I’m curious.” House’s tone is mild, but his posture is not. Both hands are clenched, and his knuckles are white.

“House, you know where I was. In California, at the ALL conference. I was presenting a paper on that new chemo protocol, and—“

No, damn it! Why didn’t you come back?” House is surprised at the anger in his own voice.

“House, you had Cuddy, you had Stacy. You were pretty much out of it. I called six times a day—you shoulda seen my cellphone bill!” Wilson smiles. House doesn’t.

“I had Cuddy and Stacy. I didn’t have my best friend, he was out golfing under the palm trees—“

“House, that’s not fair!”

“No, but what was happening to me without my permission—hell, without my knowledge—that was as fair as a day in May, right, Jimmy?” House sneers.

So that was it. “You think I could’ve stopped the surgery.” It isn’t a question.

“We’ll never know, will we?” House’s voice is cold.

Wilson takes a deep breath. He’s entering dangerous waters, and he weighs his words carefully. “Stacy asked my opinion. I agreed with what Cuddy wanted to do. That wasn’t a decision Stacy should have had to make alone.”

That wasn’t Stacy’s decision to make! And it wasn’t yours, either.” House is breathing raggedly; he’s given up trying to control his anger.

“You gave her your medical proxy because you trusted her.”

“Misplaced trust; it’s a wonderful thing.” House’s laugh is bitter, humorless.

“I didn’t come back because she asked me not to. She figured it was better that there was someone you didn’t blame.”

“Selfless of her.”

“Yes, actually, it was. Would you have let me help you recover after the surgery if you’d known?”

House stares into him, says very slowly, “I’m all finished recovering; you can leave now.”

“You don’t mean that!”

“I think this little chat is over. Shouldn’t you be out looking for your next needy cripple?”

Wilson stares at him. “Oh, nice segue, House. You traveled from angry to vicious without even stopping at cruel.”

They stare intently at each other, two boxers squaring off for the next round, both suspecting that this fight won’t have a winner.

House speaks first. “Why are you still here? I asked you to leave.”

Something has to give, and it’s not gonna be House. Wilson takes a deep breath, decides it’s not gonna be their friendship, either. He’ll give; he’ll give.

“I’m still here now because I wasn’t there then. You needed me, and I wasn’t there.” He looks House square in the eye. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m here now. I’m staying.”

House looks at him. “I needed you.” It comes down, all of it, to this one simple truth, this one festering hurt.

“I know. I should have been there. I’m sorry.” An acknowledgement, an admission, an apology. A balm for the wound, finally.

House takes a deep breath. “Thanks for clearing that up.”

“No problem.”

Wilson knows all there is to know about House, and now House knows everything there is to know about Wilson. And so they move on.



KNOWING
[rated G, House-Wilson friendship]

House pretends that the pain in his leg hasn’t exceeded the ability of the Vicodin to control it, but he knows that Wilson isn’t buying it. He continues to pretend anyway, because he must.

House’s eyes are shuttered against Wilson’s compassion; he won’t meet Wilson’s eyes with his own, because he knows that if he allows himself to feel the empathy radiating from his friend, he’ll break. He’ll let the pain pull him under, and then he’ll have to admit how bad it is, and then they’ll both hurt, they’ll both drown in it, and Wilson will know that House is weak and scared and overwhelmingly grateful that he isn’t facing down the pain alone. And then House will, figuratively, crawl into that warm, soothing, safe embrace that Wilson is offering with his eyes. And he’ll exhale, in the shuddering hitch of a child who’s been crying for too many hours, and who finally admits exhaustion, finally embraces the comfort that’s been there all along. And then Wilson will know how weak he is, how tired. Wilson will know how strong the pain is, and how very hard House has to fight it. And then, House knows, Wilson will know exactly how much protection House really needs, how damaged House really is, and Wilson will go away.

So, as Wilson silently offers everything that keeps House alive, that keeps him safe, House tries very, very hard to pretend that he’s unaware of it. Because House knows that—as long as Wilson isn’t aware that, without him, House would allow the pain to drown him—Wilson will stay.

As long as House can continue to pretend that he’s alone, he’ll never be alone. As the pain continues to swirl in tightening, angry, smothering circles around him, House knows only this one good thing—Wilson will always be here, because House will never ask him to stay.

And here's the companion piece to 'Knowing.'  It's from Wilson's POV, and it's entitled Wondering.

Thoughts 
18th-Oct-2007 01:54 pm (UTC)
Don’t get me wrong : I don’t think Wilson will ever let House down, I don’t want Wilson to ever let House down. I know how he feels about his friend, how badly he really wants to be here for him, whatever House might do and I’m sure he’ll always love him. Yes, he wouldn’t leave him physically, but emotionally ?

Who knows. In the show Wilson sent mixed signals at least 3 times when House admitted some weakness. He reacted in a total unexpected way, denying his friend’s pain, talking to him as if he was a junkie, teaching him useless lessons.

I’m just not sure how Wilson would react if House stopped being stubborn and overly proud, if he just stopped being the House we know. I don’t know...

I love that sentence : “Wilson will always be here, because House will never ask him to stay”. As long as House hides the severity of his pain, Wilson is free to stand by his side or not. It’s about a man being friend with another man. If I got you right, House is afraid that if he admits this pain, he, himself, will drown because he’d have stopped fighting, and Wilson being by his side will no longer be a free decision. Their relationship would be influenced by new entities. Pain/need/dependance.
I’m confused...
"WILSON: He's no different than anyone else with cancer. Once you tell, then every conversation is about that."
18th-Oct-2007 06:41 pm (UTC)
If I got you right, House is afraid that if he admits this pain, he, himself, will drown because he’d have stopped fighting, and Wilson being by his side will no longer be a free decision.

yup--you nailed it! also, i believe that house equates vulnerability with weakness, and weakness with pity--and i don't think he could ever tolerate believing that wilson pities him [even though wilson doesn't, house might think he would if house allows his vulnerability to show]. hope that makes sense!
18th-Oct-2007 07:19 pm (UTC)
Sure it makes sense .
I'm so relieved you considered my point of view without bashing me.
vulnerability/weakness/pity...how can someone like House deals with this.
I couldn't ? could I ?
That's not the point.
Eager to hear from you
Thanks, the usual,

18th-Oct-2007 09:42 pm (UTC)
you considered my point of view without bashing me

sweetie, no! i'd never do that to anyone; it's not in my nature. but furthermore, you've been on of the most loyal followers of my work, virtually since i began posting here, and i value your opinion!

i used to post my fics only at one other site. but at that site, praise is freely given, whether it's deserved or not--and that isn't how a writer grows or improves. so i came to lj, because i hoped to find readers who aren't afraid to offer suggestions or criticism or analysis. and boy, did i find the greatest bunch of readers, you included!

and i'll tell you something--the comments, analysis, and concrit are my favorite type of comment. and if they lead to a spirited discussion? all the better, in my opinion!! because it keeps things interesting, and helps me to improve my writing--so we all benefit.

Thanks, the usual

no, hon--thank you, for faithfully commenting, and for sharing your perceptions on our favorite two guys!!
19th-Oct-2007 11:58 am (UTC)
"i used to post my fics only at one other site" : To me LJ is a cosy, warm, mature and friendly private club whilst FoneFotherFsiteDotNet is a world trade fair. Invaded by House/Cameron geeks.
;-)
I love your insights on our two boys. They're often like an echo of my own perception. And when they're not (I don't know if that ever happened actually, I couldn't come up with an instance), I love to discuss it with you.
Nice meeting you.