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Where Were You? version one (House fanfic) 
16th-Jun-2006 08:36 pm



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 wasn’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.”


“Supremely poor judgment on my part.”  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, “No, and I wouldn’t have wasted the last six years in the deluded belief that you were my friend, either.”


“You don’t mean that!”


“I think this little chat is over.  Shouldn’t you be out trolling the bars for the fourth Mrs. Wilson?”


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 all comes down 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.



1st-Aug-2006 12:49 am (UTC)
Hiya. Found your journal. Lj-cuts are your friend.

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6th-Aug-2006 05:15 pm (UTC)
There you are!

It's Double Dog, from Ff.net.

Come visit me sometime ... I'm nightdog_barks and will friend you if you like.
18th-Dec-2006 04:57 pm (UTC)
What a fine story! I especially liked the last paragraph.
1st-Feb-2007 09:25 pm (UTC) - :) Livejournal hates me too...don't feel bad.
I'm at work right now...it's 4:21 p.m. and I've got until 6 to be stuck here. Just wanted to say that I'm excited that you figured out how to post. I figured out how to do it on my livejournal, but can't seem to get it onto the community that I'm a member of. But I am NOT computer friendly, or gadget friendly, although I do know how to hook up a VCR, DVD player etc. Just stuff like PDA's, and MP3 players and computers that seem to give me a problem.

Anyways, just figured I'd say hello and that hopefully you'll find it a really useful thing to be able to post on your journal. Most of my stuff is open, but the stuff that is private, just comes up as "no entry for this day" even though it says it's there...seems like it'd just say "this entry is private"...sigh.

Write more good stuff for us soon, because as I've said before I find your stories absolutely fascinating and highly entertaining. I haven't been online hardly at all lately, but if you want to chat sometime, please feel free to drop me a line. I don't normally get on unless I know that someone's expecting me.

I've already told you what I thought of this over on the other site and my opinion hasn't changed. It's wonderful. Just the right mix of angst, friendship, and you have them totally in character.
2nd-Feb-2007 12:39 am (UTC) - Re: :) Livejournal hates me too...don&#39;t feel bad.
i've posted several new pieces over in house_wilson, aka 'grabbing his cane'. titles 'swan song' and the newest, 'knowing.'

didn't realize you were on LJ--didn't realize, in fact, that you were still alive, as you never answered my last email. was getting worried, but figured you were in 'anti-social house mode.' so i'll friend you on LJ if that's okay....
9th-Feb-2007 12:39 pm (UTC)
I love the way you put images in my head with your words ^__^ I like better comment you here than in ff.net so from now on we'll see us at lj, but I'll finish the 3 book of your long, long, long fics at ffnet (I can't wait for you to post here ><), so you'll see there my review.

Anyway! I loved this fic since first time I read it (this's the 2º!). I haven't noticed about Wilson not being at House's side until you wrote this, and absolutly loved the way you put the two in terms.

The end is *aww* *__* (remember I'm spanish and sometimes don't find the apppropiate word to explain myself XD) That "I needed you" melted the poor me XD

"You traveled from angry to vicious without even stopping at cruel" Loved this one too. *laugh* you're so good with this XD *hug*

Wanna more pretty House&Wilson things from you soon. Take care!
9th-Feb-2007 02:48 pm (UTC)
thank you! i adore an appreciative audience!