Fic: Independence Day
Title: Independence Day
Author: 3rdgal
Pairing: House/Wilson established relationship (set season 6ish but no Sam in my world)
Category: Camp Sick!Wilson
Rating/Warnings: R, some mentions of sex but not in graphic detail
Words: 1530
Summary: House studies Wilson in the moonlight and remembers…
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. *sniff*
A/N: Written for Camp Sick!Wilson. I think the muse has finally returned. Unbeta’d and I’m a little rusty, so I apologize for any mistakes and hope you enjoy. Oh, I was inspired by the Moose on a Jew scene where Wilson is looking up and the moonlight is shining on his face. Such a pretty sight!
July 4, 2010
House stood quietly in the shadows of the hospital doorway, content to simply study the moonlit figure on the bench before him. Wilson was leaning back, slouched comfortably against the back of the bench, his face upturned toward the heavens as if he were a fallen angel looking toward home. House had a spectacular view of the right side of his lover’s face and admired the way the pure, white light accentuated the high cheekbone and danced across full, moist lips. He swept his eyes across the man’s thick head of hair, the rich chestnut now dusted with sliver around the temples, lending him a distinguished air of a college professor or perhaps an accomplished politician. Wilson’s eyes were closed but House had spent enough time staring into the warm, brown depths that he had every single detail memorized.
It was a good thing, too, since nowadays Wilson was reluctant to let anyone see his eyes. Not since another moonlit night, exactly a year ago…
July 4, 2009
“Isn’t it beautiful?” Wilson breathed happily, his arms outstretched as if to embrace the before them. “Look at the way the moonlight reflects along the ripples in the water.”
House bit back a sarcastic retort, instead allowing a small smile to cross his face. After all, he’d been the one who had finally convinced his workaholic friend-turned-lover into taking a mini-vacation and he was going to make damn sure Wilson enjoyed every minute of freedom.
“What?” Wilson looked at him over his shoulder, a twinkle in his eyes. “No sarcastic comment? Could it be that the great Mother Nature has rendered you speechless?”
“Mother Nature?” House snorted as he moved to stand behind his lover, snaking his arms around Wilson’s waist. “Please. I’ve got some other scenery I want to check out tonight.”
Wilson flushed as he craned his head around to capture a kiss. “You really weren’t kidding when you said we’d have a romantic getaway. I’m impressed.”
“Hey, I figure I ought to make sure you enjoy this one so I can get you to take more in the future. All work and no play isn’t good for your health and I want to make sure you’re going to be around for years to come.”
Wilson turned in House’s embrace and beamed. “That’s so sweet and so... not you.”
“I mean it,” the older man stated firmly. “When you work too hard you tend to make really stupid, life- and career-threatening decisions. I figure if you’re relaxed and happy it’ll be easier on me because I won’t have to save your ass all the time.”
“You really know how to kill the mood,” Wilson pouted.
House grinned and grabbed the other man’s ass and pulled him close, grinding his rock-hard erection against Wilson’s growing one. At his lover’s choked moan, he chuckled. “I take it you’re back in the mood?”
“We really should set up the tent first,” Wilson panted as House nuzzled his neck. “There’s other campers nearby.”
“Are there?” he breathed, gently nipping at Wilson’s earlobe. “Who says they wouldn’t enjoy the show?”
“House.”
“Okay,” he nodded, forcing himself to pull away from Wilson. “If you insist.”
“House.”
The raw need in his lover’s voice grabbed his attention. “Yes, Jimmy?”
“There’s a thicket over there. Looks pretty secluded.”
House beamed and slapped Wilson on the ass. “Lead the way.”
July 4, 2010
“House?”
He stirred from his memory and nodded in darkness of the shadows. “Right here.”
“You remembering our getaway last year?”
House knew there was no point in lying since Wilson’s mind had most certainly been traveling down the same path. “Yeah.”
“The good parts or the bad parts?”
“The mind-blowing sex,” House lilted as he crossed the distance to the bench.
“That could go either way,” Wilson mused. “Having you pounding into me was nice but I really wish one of us had noticed that ant bed before I wound up face down in it.”
“You’re the one who wanted to have a go at it in the great outdoors. I was all ready to set up the tent.”
“Liar,” Wilson snorted affectionately. He grew solemn and inquired, “You ever think about the bad parts?”
House swallowed, unable to speak past the sudden lump in his throat. He reached out and gently squeezed Wilson’s shoulder, hoping he would understand.
“Yeah,” Wilson whispered. “Me too.”
July 4, 2009
“I’ve never seen such beautiful fireworks,” Wilson spoke admiringly as he and House sat side-by-side on a blanket. “The colors are amazing!”
“It’s too bright in the city to fully appreciate them,” House noted.
“I love how they reflect off the water. It makes them look so much bigger.”
“That and the fact the people shooting them are only a few yards away,” House said with a hint of annoyance.
“They offered to let you should some, too,” Wilson reminded him. “I’m sure they still wouldn’t mind if you had a change of heart.”
“Too much work,” he shrugged. “Besides, who would you babble on to like a schoolgirl if I was over there.”
“Ass.”
House waggled his eyebrows and slid his hand down from Wilson’s shoulder. “Don’t mind if I do.”
Wilson scowled but his attempts at seriousness were undermined by the huge grin on his face. He leaned over and pressed a chaste kiss on House’s lips. “Thank you for bringing me here. I really needed this… and you.”
House’s response was swallowed up by a loud screeching sound and several alarmed voices coming from the direction of the fireworks. He turned his head and was blinded by a bright light shooting across his field of vision. He was about to swear at the carelessness of the people nearby when he heard Wilson scream in agony. House frantically blinked his eyes to clear his vision while he groped blindly in search of his lover. “Wilson!”
“Oh God,” said man moaned as House’s hand made contact with his writhing form.
“What’s wrong?” House demanded anxiously, growing increasingly frustrated at his inability to see. When all he got in response were more moans and wails, his heart seized in his chest. “Damn it Wilson, answer me!”
“My eyes,” the oncologist sobbed. “I think they’re… Oh God, it hurts so bad.”
“Are you okay?” a voice House recognized as belonging to one of the firework shooters inquired.
“Call an ambulance,” House commanded as the bright spots marring his vision began to fade. He glanced over to see the man still leaning over him, his face pale with shock.
“Your friend…” he breathed.
House turned back to look at Wilson and immediately knew the image that greeted him would be forever burned into his memory. “Call an ambulance,” he repeated, his voice shaking with fear. “And for God’s sake, tell them to hurry!”
Once he was certain his orders were being followed, House turned his attention back to the injured man in front of him. He captured the oncologist’s flailing arms in his grasp, quietly offering soothing noises when he struggled within his hold. “Hey, Wilson? Can you hear me, buddy?”
“House,” Wilson shakily panted as he forced himself to stop struggling.
“Right here,” House assured him. “I need for you to hold still, okay? I’m going to let go of your arms but you need to keep them away from your face. You understand?”
“Mm-hmm.”
House carefully placed Wilson’s hands at his sides and gently cupped his jaw, angling the injured face so he could get a better look at it. His stomach turned as he realized that the left side of Wilson’s face had pretty much taken a direct hit from the stray firework. Upon closer inspection, House realized that neither of their lives were ever going to be the same again.
July 4, 2010
“Is the moon out tonight?”
Startled out of his memories by Wilson’s sudden question, House nodded before remembering his friend couldn’t see him. “Yes. Just like…” House trailed off as he fought to keep his emotions at bay.
Wilson’s harsh laugh broke the silence. “I heard Cuddy talking to some of the nurses about going to see the fireworks display tonight.”
“In front of you?”
“No, she was asking them outside my office. Forgets I have superhuman hearing now.”
“It would have been cooler if you’d gotten bone claws or superhuman strength,” House gently teased.
“I don’t know,” Wilson chuckled. “I kind of like being able to hear every single moan you let out while we’re having sex. Not to mention the once or twice that you said you loved me.”
“I’ll deny it if you ever tell a soul.”
“As long as I get to hear you say it,” Wilson whispered, lifting his hand to cover House’s where it rested on his shoulder.
“Always.” House tenderly stroked a thumb over the scar marring Wilson’s cheek. “So, you want to go home and make our own fireworks display?”
“Sounds like a plan,” Wilson nodded in agreement.
Later that night, as the city-wide fireworks display boomed and dazzled onlookers with its brilliance, House and Wilson locked themselves in their condo, drew the drapes closed, and started their own Independence Day celebration.
~end~
Author: 3rdgal
Pairing: House/Wilson established relationship (set season 6ish but no Sam in my world)
Category: Camp Sick!Wilson
Rating/Warnings: R, some mentions of sex but not in graphic detail
Words: 1530
Summary: House studies Wilson in the moonlight and remembers…
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. *sniff*
A/N: Written for Camp Sick!Wilson. I think the muse has finally returned. Unbeta’d and I’m a little rusty, so I apologize for any mistakes and hope you enjoy. Oh, I was inspired by the Moose on a Jew scene where Wilson is looking up and the moonlight is shining on his face. Such a pretty sight!
July 4, 2010
House stood quietly in the shadows of the hospital doorway, content to simply study the moonlit figure on the bench before him. Wilson was leaning back, slouched comfortably against the back of the bench, his face upturned toward the heavens as if he were a fallen angel looking toward home. House had a spectacular view of the right side of his lover’s face and admired the way the pure, white light accentuated the high cheekbone and danced across full, moist lips. He swept his eyes across the man’s thick head of hair, the rich chestnut now dusted with sliver around the temples, lending him a distinguished air of a college professor or perhaps an accomplished politician. Wilson’s eyes were closed but House had spent enough time staring into the warm, brown depths that he had every single detail memorized.
It was a good thing, too, since nowadays Wilson was reluctant to let anyone see his eyes. Not since another moonlit night, exactly a year ago…
July 4, 2009
“Isn’t it beautiful?” Wilson breathed happily, his arms outstretched as if to embrace the before them. “Look at the way the moonlight reflects along the ripples in the water.”
House bit back a sarcastic retort, instead allowing a small smile to cross his face. After all, he’d been the one who had finally convinced his workaholic friend-turned-lover into taking a mini-vacation and he was going to make damn sure Wilson enjoyed every minute of freedom.
“What?” Wilson looked at him over his shoulder, a twinkle in his eyes. “No sarcastic comment? Could it be that the great Mother Nature has rendered you speechless?”
“Mother Nature?” House snorted as he moved to stand behind his lover, snaking his arms around Wilson’s waist. “Please. I’ve got some other scenery I want to check out tonight.”
Wilson flushed as he craned his head around to capture a kiss. “You really weren’t kidding when you said we’d have a romantic getaway. I’m impressed.”
“Hey, I figure I ought to make sure you enjoy this one so I can get you to take more in the future. All work and no play isn’t good for your health and I want to make sure you’re going to be around for years to come.”
Wilson turned in House’s embrace and beamed. “That’s so sweet and so... not you.”
“I mean it,” the older man stated firmly. “When you work too hard you tend to make really stupid, life- and career-threatening decisions. I figure if you’re relaxed and happy it’ll be easier on me because I won’t have to save your ass all the time.”
“You really know how to kill the mood,” Wilson pouted.
House grinned and grabbed the other man’s ass and pulled him close, grinding his rock-hard erection against Wilson’s growing one. At his lover’s choked moan, he chuckled. “I take it you’re back in the mood?”
“We really should set up the tent first,” Wilson panted as House nuzzled his neck. “There’s other campers nearby.”
“Are there?” he breathed, gently nipping at Wilson’s earlobe. “Who says they wouldn’t enjoy the show?”
“House.”
“Okay,” he nodded, forcing himself to pull away from Wilson. “If you insist.”
“House.”
The raw need in his lover’s voice grabbed his attention. “Yes, Jimmy?”
“There’s a thicket over there. Looks pretty secluded.”
House beamed and slapped Wilson on the ass. “Lead the way.”
July 4, 2010
“House?”
He stirred from his memory and nodded in darkness of the shadows. “Right here.”
“You remembering our getaway last year?”
House knew there was no point in lying since Wilson’s mind had most certainly been traveling down the same path. “Yeah.”
“The good parts or the bad parts?”
“The mind-blowing sex,” House lilted as he crossed the distance to the bench.
“That could go either way,” Wilson mused. “Having you pounding into me was nice but I really wish one of us had noticed that ant bed before I wound up face down in it.”
“You’re the one who wanted to have a go at it in the great outdoors. I was all ready to set up the tent.”
“Liar,” Wilson snorted affectionately. He grew solemn and inquired, “You ever think about the bad parts?”
House swallowed, unable to speak past the sudden lump in his throat. He reached out and gently squeezed Wilson’s shoulder, hoping he would understand.
“Yeah,” Wilson whispered. “Me too.”
July 4, 2009
“I’ve never seen such beautiful fireworks,” Wilson spoke admiringly as he and House sat side-by-side on a blanket. “The colors are amazing!”
“It’s too bright in the city to fully appreciate them,” House noted.
“I love how they reflect off the water. It makes them look so much bigger.”
“That and the fact the people shooting them are only a few yards away,” House said with a hint of annoyance.
“They offered to let you should some, too,” Wilson reminded him. “I’m sure they still wouldn’t mind if you had a change of heart.”
“Too much work,” he shrugged. “Besides, who would you babble on to like a schoolgirl if I was over there.”
“Ass.”
House waggled his eyebrows and slid his hand down from Wilson’s shoulder. “Don’t mind if I do.”
Wilson scowled but his attempts at seriousness were undermined by the huge grin on his face. He leaned over and pressed a chaste kiss on House’s lips. “Thank you for bringing me here. I really needed this… and you.”
House’s response was swallowed up by a loud screeching sound and several alarmed voices coming from the direction of the fireworks. He turned his head and was blinded by a bright light shooting across his field of vision. He was about to swear at the carelessness of the people nearby when he heard Wilson scream in agony. House frantically blinked his eyes to clear his vision while he groped blindly in search of his lover. “Wilson!”
“Oh God,” said man moaned as House’s hand made contact with his writhing form.
“What’s wrong?” House demanded anxiously, growing increasingly frustrated at his inability to see. When all he got in response were more moans and wails, his heart seized in his chest. “Damn it Wilson, answer me!”
“My eyes,” the oncologist sobbed. “I think they’re… Oh God, it hurts so bad.”
“Are you okay?” a voice House recognized as belonging to one of the firework shooters inquired.
“Call an ambulance,” House commanded as the bright spots marring his vision began to fade. He glanced over to see the man still leaning over him, his face pale with shock.
“Your friend…” he breathed.
House turned back to look at Wilson and immediately knew the image that greeted him would be forever burned into his memory. “Call an ambulance,” he repeated, his voice shaking with fear. “And for God’s sake, tell them to hurry!”
Once he was certain his orders were being followed, House turned his attention back to the injured man in front of him. He captured the oncologist’s flailing arms in his grasp, quietly offering soothing noises when he struggled within his hold. “Hey, Wilson? Can you hear me, buddy?”
“House,” Wilson shakily panted as he forced himself to stop struggling.
“Right here,” House assured him. “I need for you to hold still, okay? I’m going to let go of your arms but you need to keep them away from your face. You understand?”
“Mm-hmm.”
House carefully placed Wilson’s hands at his sides and gently cupped his jaw, angling the injured face so he could get a better look at it. His stomach turned as he realized that the left side of Wilson’s face had pretty much taken a direct hit from the stray firework. Upon closer inspection, House realized that neither of their lives were ever going to be the same again.
July 4, 2010
“Is the moon out tonight?”
Startled out of his memories by Wilson’s sudden question, House nodded before remembering his friend couldn’t see him. “Yes. Just like…” House trailed off as he fought to keep his emotions at bay.
Wilson’s harsh laugh broke the silence. “I heard Cuddy talking to some of the nurses about going to see the fireworks display tonight.”
“In front of you?”
“No, she was asking them outside my office. Forgets I have superhuman hearing now.”
“It would have been cooler if you’d gotten bone claws or superhuman strength,” House gently teased.
“I don’t know,” Wilson chuckled. “I kind of like being able to hear every single moan you let out while we’re having sex. Not to mention the once or twice that you said you loved me.”
“I’ll deny it if you ever tell a soul.”
“As long as I get to hear you say it,” Wilson whispered, lifting his hand to cover House’s where it rested on his shoulder.
“Always.” House tenderly stroked a thumb over the scar marring Wilson’s cheek. “So, you want to go home and make our own fireworks display?”
“Sounds like a plan,” Wilson nodded in agreement.
Later that night, as the city-wide fireworks display boomed and dazzled onlookers with its brilliance, House and Wilson locked themselves in their condo, drew the drapes closed, and started their own Independence Day celebration.
~end~