Bombshells: Role Model
Written for flywoman's Jagged Little Pill challenge
Genre: post-ep, angst
Word count: 465
House was still sitting on the bathroom floor when he heard Wilson pounding at the door. Slowly he dragged himself off, his leg spasming, and hop-limped to let Wilson in.
“How are you doing? I got a call from Cuddy’s sister. How did she find out about the Vicodin?” Wilson examined House closely as he spoke.
“Rachel almost took some, I said something stupid, Julia told Cuddy about my ‘sleeping pills’, and that was it. Cuddy broke up with me. Aw, shit.” House rubbed his face. “That was so…moronic.”
Wilson put his arm around his friend’s shoulder. “Come on, House, sit down and I’ll get you a beer. How much Vicodin have you had?”
“Who cares?” House slumped on the couch, staring into space. Wilson sat down next to him, still with his raincoat on, the beer forgotten.
“House, you had to know it was going to blow up in your face eventually,” he said gently. “Didn’t she ever notice that you were hardly limping any more? That you were more cheerful? That you were able to climb under a bed?” Wilson shrugged. “How could she not know you were on Vicodin?”
“It’s your fault,” House grumbled.
“It’s my fault that I gave you the prescriptions, but it was your fault that you were trying to be the East Coast MVP of boyfriends. I mean, House, watching you for the last couple of months has been-“ Wilson raised his hands, palms up-“excruciating. When you weren’t having sex, how much time were you actually happy? Because if you were, you had a damn strange way of showing it.”
“I know,” House said after a moment. “I kept thinking, ‘how would Wilson handle this? Who else knows needy like Wilson’?” He looked at Wilson. “That’s weird, right?”
Wilson leaned comfortably next to his friend so that their shoulders were touching. “No. You’ve watched me tie myself in knots for one woman after another. Talk about a bad role model.”
“Yeah, you sucked. Do you get this pissed at the women you love?”
“Not at first, but then…yeah.” Wilson sighed. “It always happens.”
“I got so sick of that ‘I’m pissed at you’ face and half the time I didn’t know why. Cuddy and I have been single too long. I love her, Wilson, but I’m not sure I’m in love with her. The Vicodin made it so much easier to be…you.” House rubbed his face again, propping his feet up on the coffee table. “It made me feel so much less pissed, like I could do anything she wanted me to.”
“House, you and I know there’s not enough Vicodin in the world to make you into Lucas.”
House smiled for the first time, looking at Wilson affectionately. “For one thing, I’m way too tall.”
Genre: post-ep, angst
Word count: 465
House was still sitting on the bathroom floor when he heard Wilson pounding at the door. Slowly he dragged himself off, his leg spasming, and hop-limped to let Wilson in.
“How are you doing? I got a call from Cuddy’s sister. How did she find out about the Vicodin?” Wilson examined House closely as he spoke.
“Rachel almost took some, I said something stupid, Julia told Cuddy about my ‘sleeping pills’, and that was it. Cuddy broke up with me. Aw, shit.” House rubbed his face. “That was so…moronic.”
Wilson put his arm around his friend’s shoulder. “Come on, House, sit down and I’ll get you a beer. How much Vicodin have you had?”
“Who cares?” House slumped on the couch, staring into space. Wilson sat down next to him, still with his raincoat on, the beer forgotten.
“House, you had to know it was going to blow up in your face eventually,” he said gently. “Didn’t she ever notice that you were hardly limping any more? That you were more cheerful? That you were able to climb under a bed?” Wilson shrugged. “How could she not know you were on Vicodin?”
“It’s your fault,” House grumbled.
“It’s my fault that I gave you the prescriptions, but it was your fault that you were trying to be the East Coast MVP of boyfriends. I mean, House, watching you for the last couple of months has been-“ Wilson raised his hands, palms up-“excruciating. When you weren’t having sex, how much time were you actually happy? Because if you were, you had a damn strange way of showing it.”
“I know,” House said after a moment. “I kept thinking, ‘how would Wilson handle this? Who else knows needy like Wilson’?” He looked at Wilson. “That’s weird, right?”
Wilson leaned comfortably next to his friend so that their shoulders were touching. “No. You’ve watched me tie myself in knots for one woman after another. Talk about a bad role model.”
“Yeah, you sucked. Do you get this pissed at the women you love?”
“Not at first, but then…yeah.” Wilson sighed. “It always happens.”
“I got so sick of that ‘I’m pissed at you’ face and half the time I didn’t know why. Cuddy and I have been single too long. I love her, Wilson, but I’m not sure I’m in love with her. The Vicodin made it so much easier to be…you.” House rubbed his face again, propping his feet up on the coffee table. “It made me feel so much less pissed, like I could do anything she wanted me to.”
“House, you and I know there’s not enough Vicodin in the world to make you into Lucas.”
House smiled for the first time, looking at Wilson affectionately. “For one thing, I’m way too tall.”