Wilson smiled politely at the woman who handed him his fresh bottle of Amberbock and handed her the crisp five-dollar bill, grasping the neck of the bottle firmly and sculling down a good amount. He was tired of the hotel room. He was tired of looking for apartments. Especially during the summer, when the colleges were emptying and it was next to ( Read more... )

Wilson ran his hand through his hair and fiddled with his tie again before flipping the visor's mirror back into place and grabbing the DVD. He'd stood in the New Releases aisle at Blockbuster for over an hour considering. Flags of Our Fathers just didn't seem terribly fitting. The latest Saw probably would've entertained House but Wilson wasn't ( Read more... )

"Do you care what he thinks ( Read more... )

Wilson sipped his glass again and pulled his sleeve up to glance at his watch. He could call House, ask him to join him. The pub was next to empty at this point and he really had no excuses left to keep drinking ( Read more... )

Muse: Dr. James Wilson
Fandom: House MD
Rating and Notes: Soft R. This takes place according to the canon developed between mcgill_pride and dr_greghouse_md. No in character responses, obviously, as this didn't actually happen and Wilson wouldn't tell anyone about it.
Prompt: Here
Words: 408

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I suppose one could argue, easily, that people never change. Usually the circumstances surrounding a statement like that involve dissapointment. And I guess that's true, in a way.

In another way, a much bigger and all-encompassing way, the only constant in this world is change ( Read more... )

He isn't sure why he's on the ground. In fact, he doesn't remember falling. The concrete is rough against the side of his face and warm blood is oozing from his nose. Pain hits a few moments later and he groans and curls on his side, wrapping his arms around his gut and trying to see through the tears in his eyes. Blurry shapes greet him and he ( Read more... )

( God damnit, House. )

She'd been doubling over in my office during most of the appointment. I didn't have any moves left to make after she refused increasing her dosage, and all I could do was sit with her and talk to her about Florence. The first time we ever had a conversation she'd told me how much she wanted to see the city. It had been something she'd wanted to do ( Read more... )

This morning I went down to the corner market to pick up some orange juice and discovered a rather interesting story in today's paper.

The Princeton Packet

Saturday, May 05, 2007:

The Trenton Film Festival will screen a documentary that aims to bring about safe and legal access to marijuana for New Jersey patients.Despite being paralyzed by ( Read more... )