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[cindylouwho]

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Pairing:  House/Wilson
Rating: PG
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Disclaimer: We all know who House and Wilson, etc belong to.
Summary/Warnings: House POV, just home after 4.03, 97 Seconds
Author's Note: I woke up with this in my weary, hungover mind.  I have no idea why, other than my muse forced me out of bed to write it.  I may continue, I may not.  How I've had this many thoughts before coffee is beyond me.  I've never tried House POV before either, except in my brain.  And my tenses may be messed up.  See hangover.    Comments are lovely, btw.

I always listen.  I always listen when he talks to me, confides in me, even when he says I haven’t been.  I could recite word for word every conversation we’d ever had.  Write it all down for him to prove it.  But it wouldn’t prove a thing.   The one time I needed him to listen, he didn’t.

 

I’m glad to be home, not stuck in that cell of a hospital room, as if I were on display.  They could have made it harder on me; I’m surprised they didn’t.  Luckily, despite the extra morphine, I was coherent enough to explain that I wasn’t, that I hadn’t been suicidal.  I mean seriously, how many suicidal people actually page someone right before they do it, so they can bring you back to life?  They all looked for a tell; Cuddy, Wilson, the shrink.  To see if I was really that messed up.  I just wanted to prove, once again that THIS IS IT.  That there is nothing, no happy life ever after.

 

I’m bored, which is a dangerous thing in itself.  And I’m edgy.  It’s almost too late to go out.  My hand is killing me, so at least my leg is somewhat tolerable.  Thank the brain for that gating mechanism!  I decide to go out, to replenish my scotch stores, and deal with the extra pain in the morning.  I grab my jacket, and throw open the door.

 

Wilson is standing there.  Brown paper bag in hand.  He is just standing there.  He has made no effort to take out his key.  He looks worse than I do, and I died for a short time earlier this week.

 

I hold open the door for him and he comes inside.  He still hasn’t said anything, which is adding to my edginess.  I know there is booze inside the bag, and that placates me some.  He takes off his jacket and looks at me from across the room.  He just looks at me.  I have to look away; I’ve been scrutinized enough lately.

 

There is a rush of air and suddenly he is in front of me.  Too close in fact; in my personal space.  I want to take a step back, but he is looking at me and for some reason I just can’t.  And before I know what is happening his lips are on mine, and our tongues are fighting for dominance. 

 

When we finally break away for air, I have no idea how long we have been kissing.  Wilson’s forehead is on mine, and he is looking at me again, and he has this look on his face, that if he doesn’t stop, I’m going to have to say something sarcastic to keep my heart from breaking.  Wilson smiles, as if reading my mind.  “I love you too, “ he says. 

Comments

[toperfection.livejournal.com]

"I mean seriously, hoe" I think that's how?

Whoa, I like this. This..raw thing that House is feeling/doing. The always listening part made my heart ache in all the good ways and I love the promise of Wilson to get House of that boredom that is leading to some weird stunts.

Awesome, indeed.

[cindy-lou-who8.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I just saw that too. There should be a rule, no writing before coffee :)

Thank you for reading :)

[mr-liam-to-you.livejournal.com]

*interrupting!*
My rule is no anything before coffee.
I'm currently breaking said rule.

[chaoskir.livejournal.com]

I do like it. Great!!! Yeah!

[sodiumbisulfite.livejournal.com]

I really really enjoyed this! As much as I<3 Wilson, I love House and I think you did a good job expressing his point of view!

You should write when hungover all the time!!! :D

[mr-liam-to-you.livejournal.com]

Yay hungover writing! 8D
I'd hate to encourage you to drink more, but I have no shame, and it's almost the New Year. So. Moar!? ;)

That was absolutely marvelous, and I usually dislike this POV.

[amy-119.livejournal.com]

I really liked this. The last paragraph was great! :)

[hawkeyefreak72.livejournal.com]

Love it to pits and pieces. ♥

[tourmaline1973.livejournal.com]

Eeep. This is fresh-lemon zingy-stingy but with a beautiful fluffy little heart. Yay for substance-deprived creativity!!

[lana-ftw.livejournal.com]

A ton (too many?) fics were written after 97 Seconds, and some of them (including my own, which I never posted) seemed to be written just for the sake of writing SOMEthing about the episode. This was different though, and very well-written and powerful. Thanks for sharing this, I loved it :]

[poeia.livejournal.com]

You wrote this hungover? I couldn't do it on 8 hours sleep.

I really like your House POV. It felt like the inside of House's head.

(In the first sentence "tome" could use a space to make it "to me.")

[luthien-n-o.livejournal.com]

Beautiful, really beautiful, I love it a lot.-
Great job ^^