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Title: Devotion
Characters/Pairing: Gregory House/James Wilson
Prompt: 008. Fear
Word Count: 640
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Author's Notes: Um, my first House fanfic that’s complete. Don’t kill me okay? And it’s slash. So, if you don’t like men being “friendly” with other men, don’t read it.
“Are you scared?”
“No.”
“Then what are you?”
“Terrified.”
The conversation went back and forth between the two men sitting in the near darkness. One, lying prone in the hospital bed, hooked to monitors and IV wires and everything else imaginable. The other, sitting beside him, holding to a wire ridden hand, thumb carefully moving over the skin of the hand within his own.
“Why does this have to happen to me?”
The man within the bed asked the other sitting beside him.
“I can’t answer that…”
The other responded swiftly. If he had known, if only he had known he would have done something sooner. Something to prevent this from happening to his one and only friend turned lover.
“…I’m scared, terrified… and for the first time I feel… authentic fear.”
The man in the bed again spoke, a sniffle heard soon afterwards.
“Now don’t start that, come on, don’t start that… James… please.”
The other man would speak, softly, and gently, so out of character for him, however this was a special circumstance. He would make exceptions to his normal rules.
“I’m sorry Greg… I… I…”
The one, James Wilson, laying ill and prone in the bed, a doctor at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, he could not even finish his sentence before he was riddled again with coughs, breathless, by the time he finished. And his lover could do nothing. Gregory House was completely helpless, and he hated it. He knew, Wilson felt fear, with this illness that was running through his body, but he, perhaps felt it ten times worse. Not being able to do anything for the one he loved. It was torture.
“Shh.. it will be fine. James it will be fine I swear…”
House then moved, closer to Wilson’s bed, and would bring the breathless man into a sweet embrace, which was eagerly returned by his lover.
“…Who would have thought… me… of all people…”
Wilson whispered into House’s shoulder, as he held to him, tightly, as if he were a lifeline. He wanted this to be gone; he wanted everything to be fine again. But it would not be that way; nothing could be the same after this. Nothing.
“…Bad things happen to good people… James… I just wish it wasn’t you.”
Tears were stinging at House’s icy blue eyes, endless as they were, for the first time in history one might say they were showing emotion. Caring and devotion for one James Wilson.
“Greg…”
But nothing more was said, the only sounds after that one name spoken were the steady beeps of the monitors, the ticking of the clock, and the drips from the IV bags hanging from the cold metal pole.
House had brought his lips to Wilson’s and, kissed him, right then and there. Not caring if anyone was watching, and damning this condition that was running rabid through the one person to ever truly care about him to the depths of hell.
Wilson, eagerly returned the tender show of affection, his arms remaining around the taller man, keeping him close, since the hospital room was icy cold and he was not allowed to wear his own clothes. The kiss, as light and gentle as it was, eased his mind, running a thousand miles an hour with fear, with the situations that ended with the worst possible thing. It calmed him, and the fear. Simply knowing that Gregory House was there, his one true friend, his one true lover, it was all he needed.
“I love you… Gregory House…”
“And I love you, James Wilson.”
-end-
It’s not very good. I know. Comment, review, and look for my new one soon. I just had to get this bunny out of my head!
Characters/Pairing: Gregory House/James Wilson
Prompt: 008. Fear
Word Count: 640
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Author's Notes: Um, my first House fanfic that’s complete. Don’t kill me okay? And it’s slash. So, if you don’t like men being “friendly” with other men, don’t read it.
“Are you scared?”
“No.”
“Then what are you?”
“Terrified.”
The conversation went back and forth between the two men sitting in the near darkness. One, lying prone in the hospital bed, hooked to monitors and IV wires and everything else imaginable. The other, sitting beside him, holding to a wire ridden hand, thumb carefully moving over the skin of the hand within his own.
“Why does this have to happen to me?”
The man within the bed asked the other sitting beside him.
“I can’t answer that…”
The other responded swiftly. If he had known, if only he had known he would have done something sooner. Something to prevent this from happening to his one and only friend turned lover.
“…I’m scared, terrified… and for the first time I feel… authentic fear.”
The man in the bed again spoke, a sniffle heard soon afterwards.
“Now don’t start that, come on, don’t start that… James… please.”
The other man would speak, softly, and gently, so out of character for him, however this was a special circumstance. He would make exceptions to his normal rules.
“I’m sorry Greg… I… I…”
The one, James Wilson, laying ill and prone in the bed, a doctor at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, he could not even finish his sentence before he was riddled again with coughs, breathless, by the time he finished. And his lover could do nothing. Gregory House was completely helpless, and he hated it. He knew, Wilson felt fear, with this illness that was running through his body, but he, perhaps felt it ten times worse. Not being able to do anything for the one he loved. It was torture.
“Shh.. it will be fine. James it will be fine I swear…”
House then moved, closer to Wilson’s bed, and would bring the breathless man into a sweet embrace, which was eagerly returned by his lover.
“…Who would have thought… me… of all people…”
Wilson whispered into House’s shoulder, as he held to him, tightly, as if he were a lifeline. He wanted this to be gone; he wanted everything to be fine again. But it would not be that way; nothing could be the same after this. Nothing.
“…Bad things happen to good people… James… I just wish it wasn’t you.”
Tears were stinging at House’s icy blue eyes, endless as they were, for the first time in history one might say they were showing emotion. Caring and devotion for one James Wilson.
“Greg…”
But nothing more was said, the only sounds after that one name spoken were the steady beeps of the monitors, the ticking of the clock, and the drips from the IV bags hanging from the cold metal pole.
House had brought his lips to Wilson’s and, kissed him, right then and there. Not caring if anyone was watching, and damning this condition that was running rabid through the one person to ever truly care about him to the depths of hell.
Wilson, eagerly returned the tender show of affection, his arms remaining around the taller man, keeping him close, since the hospital room was icy cold and he was not allowed to wear his own clothes. The kiss, as light and gentle as it was, eased his mind, running a thousand miles an hour with fear, with the situations that ended with the worst possible thing. It calmed him, and the fear. Simply knowing that Gregory House was there, his one true friend, his one true lover, it was all he needed.
“I love you… Gregory House…”
“And I love you, James Wilson.”
-end-
It’s not very good. I know. Comment, review, and look for my new one soon. I just had to get this bunny out of my head!