It's not that we're scared
Who: House, Wilson (closed)
Where: Wilson's new apartment
What: House makes an unannounced visit
When: Tuesday, 4th April, 2006.
Complete
When House had got home on the Monday, the first thing he did after hanging his jacket up and stashing away his helmet was take out the slip of paper that Wilson had given him with his address on it. He’d stared down at it for a while, debating what to do -- to phone his mobile, to perhaps go to his place, perhaps do nothing. After he pinned the paper up on the fridge with a magnet, House decided not to do anything. He was too… well, chicken to, for want of a better word. What would happen if he went there? Would Wilson even let him in? House didn’t know. The fear of the unknown was the thing that was stopping him from doing anything. He could almost hear Cuddy chastising him for his cowardice as he turned away from the fridge.
The following night, however, after another day without solving what was wrong with the girl, as he stood at the kitchen bench and slapped together a peanut butter sandwich, he glanced up a few times at the slip of paper. It was niggling at him to do something -- to phone Wilson, to text him, even. Anything. Somewhere between screwing the peanut butter jar lid back on and taking a bite of his sandwich, House decided he was just going to go there unannounced and see what happened. It would be, after all, a sign that he was trying if he showed up, wouldn’t it? Unfinished sandwich left forgotten on the bench, he made his way to the fridge, snatched the paper down and stuffed it in his jacket, and then set about shrugging on his jacket and gathering up his helmet.
After he quickly looked up in the street guide for where Wilson’s place was exactly, House then made his way out to his bike and didn’t give himself a chance to think twice about it as he started the bike up and headed out onto the road. He got to Wilson’s place about fifteen minutes later.
House didn’t stay on the bike after he parked up -- he immediately got off and headed straight to the door, letting himself in seeing it wasn’t an intercom-manned apartment. From what he could tell of the apartment number, it was on the second floor, so he rode the elevator up and when he stepped out into the hall he made his way down the corridor, looking out for the number.
And when he came to it, he stopped and stared at the door. He lifted his cane and faltered for a moment, thinking maybe he should just go back out to the bike. Go back home. Forget about this.
You're scared because you don't want anything changing your neat, little House-centered world, Cuddy’s voice echoed in his head. But it's too late; your world has changed. You can either change with it or watch it fall down in ruins.
Without letting himself think any further about it, he rapped on the door and then stood back, his stomach churning with anxiety.
Where: Wilson's new apartment
What: House makes an unannounced visit
When: Tuesday, 4th April, 2006.
Complete
When House had got home on the Monday, the first thing he did after hanging his jacket up and stashing away his helmet was take out the slip of paper that Wilson had given him with his address on it. He’d stared down at it for a while, debating what to do -- to phone his mobile, to perhaps go to his place, perhaps do nothing. After he pinned the paper up on the fridge with a magnet, House decided not to do anything. He was too… well, chicken to, for want of a better word. What would happen if he went there? Would Wilson even let him in? House didn’t know. The fear of the unknown was the thing that was stopping him from doing anything. He could almost hear Cuddy chastising him for his cowardice as he turned away from the fridge.
The following night, however, after another day without solving what was wrong with the girl, as he stood at the kitchen bench and slapped together a peanut butter sandwich, he glanced up a few times at the slip of paper. It was niggling at him to do something -- to phone Wilson, to text him, even. Anything. Somewhere between screwing the peanut butter jar lid back on and taking a bite of his sandwich, House decided he was just going to go there unannounced and see what happened. It would be, after all, a sign that he was trying if he showed up, wouldn’t it? Unfinished sandwich left forgotten on the bench, he made his way to the fridge, snatched the paper down and stuffed it in his jacket, and then set about shrugging on his jacket and gathering up his helmet.
After he quickly looked up in the street guide for where Wilson’s place was exactly, House then made his way out to his bike and didn’t give himself a chance to think twice about it as he started the bike up and headed out onto the road. He got to Wilson’s place about fifteen minutes later.
House didn’t stay on the bike after he parked up -- he immediately got off and headed straight to the door, letting himself in seeing it wasn’t an intercom-manned apartment. From what he could tell of the apartment number, it was on the second floor, so he rode the elevator up and when he stepped out into the hall he made his way down the corridor, looking out for the number.
And when he came to it, he stopped and stared at the door. He lifted his cane and faltered for a moment, thinking maybe he should just go back out to the bike. Go back home. Forget about this.
You're scared because you don't want anything changing your neat, little House-centered world, Cuddy’s voice echoed in his head. But it's too late; your world has changed. You can either change with it or watch it fall down in ruins.
Without letting himself think any further about it, he rapped on the door and then stood back, his stomach churning with anxiety.