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Aftershocks 7.2: Unilateral

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Aftershocks 7.2: Unilateral

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TITLE: Aftershocks: A Story in Shattered Pieces
SUMMARY: A decision has been made. Time to tell Wilson.
CHARACTERS: House, Wilson
RATING:
R for language and themes.
WARNINGS: Details the aftermath of events in Bad Company, a rough, violent story. Aftermath isn't always pretty; may distress some readers. Adult themes and adult language.
SPOILERS: No.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own 'em. Never will.
NOTES: The pieces of this shattered story are numbered. The first number signifies the number of days that have elapsed since the original event in Bad Company; the second number signifies when the fic occurs during that day.


Unilateral


"Afternoon, sunshine," House lets his voice precede him as the door slides open.

Wilson raises one eyebrow in greeting—it's almost 4:00, after all. He lifts the remote off the bed and switches from a bland decorating show to ABC.

House doesn't flop into his usual chair, and he's brought no snacks for taunting. He doubts Wilson's going to want him to stick around after the news he's bringing. Then again, it's a good thing he didn't stick around for the end of that damn meeting. As soon as it's over Cuddy will be in here asking Wilson what he wants to do, and that's ridiculous because everybody knows patients are idiots. He paces the width of the room before returning to the end of the bed and stopping.

Wilson simply waits as the music for General Hospital starts quietly in the background.

House scratches at an eyebrow and picks up the chart that's hanging on the end of the bed. He flips it open and tries for offhanded when he says, "First PT session went well, yeah?"

Wilson harrumphs through his bandaged nose and reaches for his water bottle.

"Great." House flips the file closed and drops it back on the footboard. "Looks like you'll be free by Wednesday."

Wilson sputters a little and looks up with something resembling consternation, accompanied by a side order of irritation.

"That's right," House says cheerfully. "Released, escaped, vamoosed. You can get the hell out of this fishbowl." He waves his cane at the blind-covered glass wall. "No more ogling by random passers-by, no more late-night visits from Nurse Bertha, no more Camer—"

"Housh. Point."

House answers Wilson's glare with a grin. "You'll be staying with me."

The water bottle lands on the table with a hard thunk.

"I checked you out of that damned hotel and Chase moved your stuff to my place yesterday. Don't worry, I didn't let him drive your car."

He can see Wilson's right hand flexing. By the look in his eyes, Wilson's looking like he's wishing he had two good hands to wrap around his neck. House decides to beat a retreat.

Just before he slips out the door, House turns back and adds, "And don't worry about sleeping on the sofa. I've taken care of it."

House knows there's too much to make up for; atonement is impossible but he's got to try. House smiles down at the floor as he walks, remembering Wilson, standing over his bed after the infarction and threatening to smother him with his own pillow.

Wilson doesn't know it yet, but it's his turn. House is going to help him, whether he likes it or not.
 
 
  • "smothering" LOL Can so imagine House making Wilson so exasperated that he adopts hands on hips and goes "Haauuu-se!!!" Love the writing, very IC and touching. Hope to see more!
  • Just before he slips out the door, House turns back and adds, "And don't worry about sleeping on the sofa. I've taken care of it."

    Awesome! So House! this is amazingly (if that's a word) written. Keep up the great work!
  • There is something timidly touching about Wilson turning to General Hospital *just* for House. And even more so House, doing something so far out of his comfort zone and not wanting to give Wilson the chance to refuse. Despite the horror and menace of the situation, there is an adamantine thread of friendship there that seems unbreakable (not that you devious writers won't put their backs against the wall, I fear!).

    Or, maybe the hurt is all over and there is only comfort ahead. ;-)
  • Is this the ending you were worried about? Whatever it was before, however it changed or didn't change, it's fantastic here. It's exactly what House would think -- payback time, for both of their benefit. Love that he smiles when he thinks about Wilson threatening him.

    You know what else I love? Every time Wilson says "Housh." It's cute and it brings up a clear sound and image of Wilson with that wire in his jaw, like what's-his-name in "Love Hurts."
    • Wilson's dialogue has long given us fits--we're glad to hear that the 'voice' of him, talking through his wires, is coming through. Not that we haven't been sitting at our computers, talking with our jaws clamped shut to figure out how it sounds. Oh, not at all. :)
  • "Housh" sounds remarkably like a cross between "House" and "Hush," which works exactly right for what Wilson wants at the moment.

    And I love House's little eyebrow scratch, which is something he does when he's being evasive, as he's announcing the good news to Wilson.
    • That eyebrow scratch is a Hugh Laurie Original! We love it to pieces, too, and we're so glad you picked up on it!

      The 'good news,' hee.
  • Greetings!

    ""Afternoon, sunshine," House lets his voice precede him as the door slides open." And it looks like the answer may well be... no. She did not get to him first. *sigh*

    " As soon as it's over Cuddy will be in here asking Wilson what he wants to do, and that's ridiculous because everybody knows patients are idiots." Oh, dear... this should be... amusing. House spacing his lessoning already???

    "Wilson simply waits as the music for General Hospital starts quietly in the background." Awww... tho' I notice it fails completely as distraction material. House must be serious.... :-p

    "Wilson sputters a little and looks up with something resembling consternation, accompanied by a side order of irritation." LOVE the description here!!!

    Love Wilson's reaction! "He can see Wilson's right hand flexing. By the look in his eyes, Wilson's looking like he's wishing he had two good hands to wrap around his neck. House decides to beat a retreat." And I notice he mentions no part of HIS involvement in the removal.... *rollseyes*

    "House smiles down at the floor as he walks, remembering Wilson, standing over his bed after the infarction and threatening to smother him with his own pillow. " Is this canon or fanon? Either way I can SO picture it!!!

    Thank'ee's all! So worth the wait!!! I can sleep happy, now.... :-)
    -Katrina

    • Pillow-smothering has never been mentioned in canon, but it had to have happened. Wilson with his hands on his hips, delivering an ultimatum of some kind...It's too perfect an image to not have happened!
  • Heh. You said fishbowl.

    I really love them both in this chapter. House is so, well, House, and Wilson, although he wants to strangle House, is courteous enough to put on General Hospital for him (or, maybe he thought that General Hospital would be distracting enough to keep House away from his REAL mission. Nice subterfuge, Wilson!)

    I like the image of Wilson smothering House with his own pillow, and House's eagerness to return the favor. So screwed up and sweet.

    Thanks.
  • Can't wait to see what House has in store for Wilson. I like how he paces around before browbeating Wilson with his plans because of course "patients are idiots." And Wilson putting on General Hospital was a nice thing.
  • *claps hands in glee like a 5-year-old* Oh, this is brilliant. House's going to get to inflict his universe on poor healing Wilson *giggles* Can't wait to see how it goes!
  • Oh damn... Wilson's like "are you serious..."
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