Here's part 3. This is longer. Only two parts to go. Should be finished after Friday. Thanks for reading.
Wilson In The Evening: A Sequel, part 3
Title: Wilson: New York, Here I Come!
By: longstrt
Pairing: House and Wilson
Rating: mature adults
Genre: slash
Disclaimer: I sure wish I owned these characters.
Words: 1514
Summary: Wilson takes House home.
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While James Wilson was gone, Greg House got dressed. He was a little shaky, but the "collapse" had done him good. Seeing James Wilson had done him even more good. Sitting on the bed, he stared at the floor. It had been a very long six weeks. House sighed; he had always been an independent person, not needing anyone. Even Stacy had become more a symbol than a real necessity, but now House's faith in his independence had been shaken. It had been shaken in the form of a tall, brown-haired, brown-eyed imp who had led him a merry chase for 18 years. A man he had bedded when Wilson was still a teenager, and the person who had always been there for him . . . through pain, abandonment and . . . sarcasm.
Yes, James Wilson had returned but only because of a date and then like a thief in the night, he would disappear once again, taking Gregory House's heart with him.
House had not noticed that he was tapping his cane until Allison Cameron entered the room. "Are you leaving?"
House looked up at the young woman who continued to follow after him like a new puppy. "No, not really. Just decided to practice my newest composition before I take it home to put it to music."
"You're feeling better?"
"Better is a relative term, but yes, I am able to walk out of here instead of collapse."
"I'll be happy to take you home."
House stopped in his tracks. He knew he shouldn't drive, but Wilson had said nothing about taking him home. He didn't want Cameron's company, but a taxi wasn't attractive either.
"Working long hours, Dr. Cameron?"
Dr. Lisa Cuddy walked briskly into the room, as if it was 9:00 am instead of almost 10 hours later. Allison Cameron recognized that as a dismissal, giving House a strange look as she left.
Cuddy folded her arms in front of her and announced, "Dr. Wilson tells me that you want to be released. I'd like to check you over before I sign the papers."
"Oh, be still my beating heart!" House enthusiastically put his hand over his heart as he leered at Lisa Cuddy's chest area.
Wilson smiled, "I've checked him over. Here's his chart. I'd like to get him home before that extra dose of Vicodin wears off, and he begins to mutate back into his primordial state that we all know and admire."
Cuddy smirked for a moment then nodded, looked House up and down and then replied, "Yes, I can see what you mean. Okay, boys. See you on Monday!"
Both men made a quick exit. Wilson's silver Lexus pulled up to the door as House was escorted by the Amazons of PPTH, Cuddy and Cameron. Entering the car quickly, the two men were on the road before another word was said.
Pulling up in front of House's condo, James Wilson walked the exhausted man to the main door, but seemed to hesitate at the lobby. House, leaning heavily upon his cane, looked at his friend and asked, "Are you driving to New York tonight?"
"No, my hotel reservations start tomorrow night, and the Monsters aren't until Saturday night."
Gregory House's battered body now bristled like a dog meeting the competition. **His Jamie was taking someone else to see the Monster Machines?** "What the hell are you talking about? You came all the way to Princeton for a date and then you're going on to New York to see the Monster Machines - - OUR Monster Machines?"
Wilson blushed slightly and had the grace to appear embarrassed. "Well, duh, House, if my date is here then I had to stop here, didn't I?"
House turned to go towards the elevator, but stopped when he realized that Wilson was not following. "Who is it?"
Wilson did not respond. He stared, trying to figure out how he was going to answer that. "Well, I had asked Cuddy, but she turned me down; couldn't be gone for four days. Do you think that . . . Cameron would like to go?"
House's blue eyes turned icy. "She's too young for you, Romeo."
"Well, she went with you, and you're MUCH older than she is."
House glared then revealed, "That was out of desperation . . . I mean for me . . . not for her. Remember who was busy with STACY and couldn't go, and I had already forked over the thousand dollars for the tickets."
"Oh, sure, bring that up again. Besides, I'm paying a lot more than that for this weekend."
House looked faintly puzzled. "Just how much are you paying?"
"None of your business, but I think that Cameron will like a dinner at Sardi's; staying at a five star hotel on Park Avenue, plus several hours of red hot action."
"Please, I hope you do not mean what I think you mean. She's young enough to be your daughter."
"Well, I was precocious, as you can verify, but you're the one who's dated her . . . not me."
House looked dubious but only asked, "How much are you laying out for this little extravaganza?"
Wilson looked slightly ashamed but responded, "About $2,000."
"For one weekend! Wow, you must have major expectations!"
Wilson sighed, his shoulders slouching. "House, you're tired; I'm tired. Go up to your condo and put yourself to bed. I've got to go to Julie's and pick up the stuff I left there."
House looked vaguely uncomfortable as he replied, "Don't bother; she called and virtually threw the stuff at me; it's upstairs in my extra bedroom."
Wilson was stunned. Greg House had told him to be independent and yet the man had talked to his ex-wife and then taken in his personal items? House would never cease to amaze him.
"Thanks; I appreciate it."
Within minutes James Wilson had determined that everything was in the guestroom. His remaining items were locked in the truck of his car. Walking back out to the living room, Wilson saw House slouched on the large sofa that dominated much of the room. The man looked totally forlorn.
Wilson cleared his throat and said, "Thanks for keeping the stuff. If it's okay with you, I'll leave it here until Sunday then I'll haul it all away when I get back from New York?"
House sat there twirling his cane, saying nothing for a moment or two then he asked, "How'd you get the tickets?"
"Huh?"
"Such brilliant repartée, Wilson. How did you get the tickets; they've been sold out for over a month."
Wilson felt his stomach turn-over. Danger lay in this direction. "I ordered them awhile ago."
"How long is awhile ago?"
**Oh, oh!** "A couple of months, besides what difference does it make?"
"You mean you ordered them in February?"
"Something like that."
"Then why are you still looking around for a date?"
"Well, if you must know, Mr. Nosy Diagnostician, the person who I was going to take crapped out on me, so I'm looking for a substitute. I'm really too tired to deal with this now, so goodnight Dr. House or whoever you are."
Wilson turned and headed towards the door, but stopped when he heard the magic word, "Jamie." It had been said in the barest whisper, but it was enough. Wilson turned to look into the bewildered, confused, and utterly adorable face of Greg House.
Wilson said nothing, just stared. His heart was beating so fast, surely House could hear it all the way across the room. House laid down his cane and said, "I'll buy the extra ticket from you."
"What?"
"Did your batteries fail? I-will-buy-the-ticket-from-you. How much is it?"
Wilson paused, trying to analyze the situation before he replied, "$500.00."
House nodded, reaching in his pocket for a check. Within seconds he was handing it over. Wilson stood staring at the check as if it was a snake or something. "Come on Wilson, give me the ticket."
Finally, after what seemed like eons, Wilson removed his billfold and found the ticket, handing it to House. Blinking several times, Wilson stared at House then turned to leave.
"Where are you going?"
The younger man turned to stare, "What?"
"You're staying here tonight. I can't really drive after that episode today so I'll expect you to chauffeur me to New York. I've always wanted to stay on Park Avenue and Sardi's sounds super." House smiled gloatingly and waited.
Somehow his whole plan of independence had gone wrong, but James Wilson decided not to complain. He was heading to New York City with Greg House to see the Monster Machines . . . and they were going to be together at one of New York's best hotels. It should be quite a weekend . . . if they didn't kill each other along the way.
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TBC