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alanwolfmoon) wrote2009-05-22 11:56 am
alanwolfmoon) wrote2009-05-22 11:56 am
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Thank You
Title: Thank You
Pairing: House+Wilson
Author: alanwolfmoon
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: swearing
Summary: House is tired of fighting the pain, and apologizes to Wilson for being tired of fighting. (not a suicide/attempt fic.)
Disclaimer: MINE! ALL MINE!....uh, no. Not mine.
Feedback: Reviews and flames are welcome. (They make it look like I'm writing fast)
Notes: I was trying to write something completely different, but this came out instead. I'm not entirely sure it's completely IC, so be warned.
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Wilson sighed, walking out onto the balcony.
It’s been ages, since he stood here.
He looks over at House’s side, and is surprised to see that his friend is there—he didn’t notice him before.
He’s sitting on the concrete floor, leaning against the brick wall.
“Hey…what’s up?”
House looked at him, silently, then looked away.
Wilson blinked, “…House?”
“I would have done it,” he said, quietly.
Wilson frowned, setting his bowl of cereal on the wall, “done…what?”
House shook his head, laughing brokenly.
Wilson climbed over the divider, kneeling on the rough concrete in front of his friend, “House?”
“Switched places. If I could have, I would. Hell, I tried. I tried.”
Wilson stared, as wet slid down House’s cheek.
“Guess he was right… trying is never good enough.”
“House…what….”
He’s seen his friend depressed, dwelling on past hurts, before.
But this is different, in a way Wilson can’t put his finger on.
“Always tried to be as different as possible from him… ended up just as bad, except without even the social validation he had…”
“House?”
“Tried…always tried…tired of trying…”
“House!”
House started, looking at his friend as though he hadn’t known he was there, though he clearly had.
“Wilson…”
“House, what’s going on?”
“Tired.”
“I… I know, you said.”
“Can’t do this anymore, Jimmy…I can’t.”
Wilson’s eyes widened, “House—“
House shook his head, “no…I didn’t mean… I’m not suicidal. I’m just…tired.”
Wilson reached, gripping House’s hands, “then…what are you talking about?”
“I can’t fight the pain, anymore. It’s too much, I’m too tired... I’m sorry, jimmy… I’m sorry. I just… I can’t…. I can’t anymore.”
Wilson squeezed his friend’s hands, “okay… okay, what do you want to do?”
House swallowed, and started to really, truly cry, “I want it off… I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Jimmy…”
Wilson stared, “House… what… you want it amputated?”
House nodded, closing his eyes, as tears streamed out of them.
“And you’re apologizing for that?”
House nodded again.
Wilson wrapped his arms around his broken, sobbing friend, “thank you. Oh, god, thank you.”
Pairing: House+Wilson
Author: alanwolfmoon
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: swearing
Summary: House is tired of fighting the pain, and apologizes to Wilson for being tired of fighting. (not a suicide/attempt fic.)
Disclaimer: MINE! ALL MINE!....uh, no. Not mine.
Feedback: Reviews and flames are welcome. (They make it look like I'm writing fast)
Notes: I was trying to write something completely different, but this came out instead. I'm not entirely sure it's completely IC, so be warned.
T
Wilson sighed, walking out onto the balcony.
It’s been ages, since he stood here.
He looks over at House’s side, and is surprised to see that his friend is there—he didn’t notice him before.
He’s sitting on the concrete floor, leaning against the brick wall.
“Hey…what’s up?”
House looked at him, silently, then looked away.
Wilson blinked, “…House?”
“I would have done it,” he said, quietly.
Wilson frowned, setting his bowl of cereal on the wall, “done…what?”
House shook his head, laughing brokenly.
Wilson climbed over the divider, kneeling on the rough concrete in front of his friend, “House?”
“Switched places. If I could have, I would. Hell, I tried. I tried.”
Wilson stared, as wet slid down House’s cheek.
“Guess he was right… trying is never good enough.”
“House…what….”
He’s seen his friend depressed, dwelling on past hurts, before.
But this is different, in a way Wilson can’t put his finger on.
“Always tried to be as different as possible from him… ended up just as bad, except without even the social validation he had…”
“House?”
“Tried…always tried…tired of trying…”
“House!”
House started, looking at his friend as though he hadn’t known he was there, though he clearly had.
“Wilson…”
“House, what’s going on?”
“Tired.”
“I… I know, you said.”
“Can’t do this anymore, Jimmy…I can’t.”
Wilson’s eyes widened, “House—“
House shook his head, “no…I didn’t mean… I’m not suicidal. I’m just…tired.”
Wilson reached, gripping House’s hands, “then…what are you talking about?”
“I can’t fight the pain, anymore. It’s too much, I’m too tired... I’m sorry, jimmy… I’m sorry. I just… I can’t…. I can’t anymore.”
Wilson squeezed his friend’s hands, “okay… okay, what do you want to do?”
House swallowed, and started to really, truly cry, “I want it off… I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Jimmy…”
Wilson stared, “House… what… you want it amputated?”
House nodded, closing his eyes, as tears streamed out of them.
“And you’re apologizing for that?”
House nodded again.
Wilson wrapped his arms around his broken, sobbing friend, “thank you. Oh, god, thank you.”
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I wonder if we'll have a moment like this when House comes back from the hospital next season...
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Was right there with them.
And I always thought that House should have done away with that leg ages ago...