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Post by indiansfan01 on Jan 25, 2009 18:17:56 GMT -7
Wilson had been patiently sitting in his car the past few hours, waiting for the ladies to come out. As soon as the girls were both inside, Wilson had driven his car back up to park in front of his apartment building so he could see them leave...Sitting alone and thinking a myriad of thoughts. Those doubts he had had before were no longer doubts. He was certain that he had done the wrong thing. He was certain that House needed to know before he did something...anything stupid.
When he saw Cuddy leave, he figured Angel must have stayed behind a little bit longer. He looked at his watch. It was getting so late, but he had to tell House now. He had to get to him before work tomorrow. And then finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Wilson, Angel came walking out of the building.
As soon as she was safely out of sight, Wilson stepped out of his car. He found himself standing in front of House's door a moment later, pondering exactly how he was going to explain what had happened to him. Wilson rapped on the door.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 25, 2009 20:55:14 GMT -7
House mumbled in his sleep, burying his face into the pillow. Distantly, he heard rapping, an insistent tapping, a tapping at his chamber door. He looked up to see a black raven, perched at the top of the door frame, watching him. It opened his beak, but the only sound that came out was a knocking noise.
Startled awake, he rubbed his face, still drunk. Oddly, his leg was quiet now. He sat up and looked at the clock. Good god, it was late. There was no case, no reason why anyone would be knocking on his door. He sighed. He had such a good hallucination earlier, or a very vivid dream, involving Cuddy and that new chick from the hospital. He reached for his cane, and lurched out of bed. Damn, he must have drank a lot.
Stopping at the kitchen for a bottled water, he made his way to the door. Standing in front of it for a while, he smirked, sipping his water. Finally he unlocked it and opened it. "You have to let a cripple time to answer the door, you know-- Wilson? What are you doing here? Do you know what time it is?"
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Post by indiansfan01 on Jan 25, 2009 21:08:52 GMT -7
What to say? "I--I have something I need to tell you." He made his way past House and into his apartment. This was going to be a lot harder than he thought. He turned around so that he was facing House. The only way he could say it was to say it. "What happened to you tonight really did happen to you," he said. "I mean, what you thought was an illusion really wasn't."
Wilson ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. He exhaled slowly and went on. "I went to get my money from Cuddy, and she told me what you did to her. I felt sorry for her and suggested that she get even. I take full responsibility for concocting up this whole illusion scheme. Cuddy had nothing to do with it."
What a nice way to start off their fixed friendship, right?
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 25, 2009 23:38:24 GMT -7
House arched an eyebrow, "yes, please, come right in," he said sarcastically, closing the door. He turned to face Wilson as the other man paced to stand at the back of the couch, turning to face him. House watched him and sipped his water.
Then Wilson confessed. Everything.
House couldn't help it. He laughed. Wilson looked so earnest, so guilt stricken. "You're apologizing for giving me the best night I ever had? Wilson, I just had amazing sex with two very sexy women who made out with each other first. That it was real and not a hallucination just makes it so much better. Goddamn, that was hot...
"Although," House noted, almost as an afterthought, "it's going to be really uncomfortable between me and Cuddy for a while. I mean, when we broke it off, we swore we'd never use each other like this." Which he had broken first with the kiss.
Now that he had some time to think about it, and absorb it all, he was starting to get angry. "Damn. She got my number. She said goodbye back, and I didn't even realize that it was actually happening." It was tit for tat. Cuddy got her revenge. "Damn," he said again, genuinely feeling a little upset. He guessed this was how Cuddy felt yesterday afternoon in the clinic. Had it really only been less than eight hours ago? It felt like it had been years.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Jan 26, 2009 5:27:21 GMT -7
Wilson looked at House, confused by his reaction to the news. "Your---your friend just stabbed you int he back and you're happy?" he managed to mutter out. Maybe House had really changed after all....a scary thought. Give it time, Wilson thught, Give it time.
And, indeed, it wasn't long before House started to get angry, which made Wilson feel all the more bad. "It's all my fault," he said, looking at his feet because he couldn't look House in the face. He brought his gaze up to House's and said two very necessary words, "I'm sorry." There was nothing more he could say.
His brain was always thinking, though. He hated getting caught up in a feud between Cuddy and Wilson but, at the same time, he felt obligated to help his friend out. "We could...you know, get even." He didn't have any ideas of what they could do, but Wilson was sure House was chalk full of them.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 26, 2009 21:03:53 GMT -7
House shook his head at Wilson's lost puppy eyes as he said he was sorry. "It's not your fault. I started this." It was all on him. There just was no limit to his need to push people, push Cuddy, push Wilson, testing their boundaries, their limits. He couldn't stop; he'd faced hell growing up, stared the devil in the face and spat on him.
Wilson was the one though, he'd been through every scrape in the last twenty years, thick and thin. The one who'd never betray him. The one who'd never fail him.
"Get even?" He arched an eyebrow, considering. He gripped his cane and made his way over to the kitchen. Get even. That was House's answer to everything, and that Wilson suggested it meant the other man knew him inside and out.
"Want something to drink, Wilson? Water?" House called out, thinking. His mind worked furiously through everything that had happened, every little bit of information he could use. A plan of revenge. A dish best served cold.
Or maybe luke-warm.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Jan 26, 2009 21:10:44 GMT -7
Wilson couldn't argue with that. It had been House who started it all with what he had done to Cuddy. Then again, Wilson had excerbated the situation by telling Cuddy she should seek revenge...but House seemed willing to take all of the blame, and Wilson was more than willing to let him.
Wilson could see House's brain working, which was good because Wilson was all out of ideas. "A beer would be nice," he shouted back. He made himself comfortable on House's couch as he waited for him to come back.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 26, 2009 21:25:31 GMT -7
House snorted, but fetched the requested item. Drinking the rest of his bottled water down he went and grabbed another one. Holding the bottled water with his cane, he carried the beer in the other back into the living room. He handed it to Wilson and sat down on the couch. Finding the remote he turned the television onto the L word on Tivo and turned the volume down. He hauled his leg up onto the coffee table and crossed his legs, taking a sip of his water. He was sure to have a raging headache soon if he didn't stock back up on H2O. Alcohol was a nasty diuretic.
"Plan of assault is this-- You so owe me, Wilson, so I had better not hear any resistance."
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Post by indiansfan01 on Jan 26, 2009 21:38:22 GMT -7
He took a long swig of the beer, knowing that he'd wish he were drunk after listening to whatever it was House had come up with. He set the beer--already half way gone--down on the coffee table and folded his arms across his chest. "What is it?" Wilson asked. If it was something preposterous he would have no choice but to try and resist it.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 26, 2009 21:54:31 GMT -7
"Tit for tat," House told Wilson, drawing him into his little story. "The snowball gets bigger as it rolls downhill, because water likes water and snow is just another state of being for water.
"I kissed Cuddy. Cuddy has revenge sex with me and some random hot chick who happens to work here. On her first day, no less. So naturally, the progression must be that I have revenge sex... to make her jealous. And who better to make her jealous with but our mutual friend sitting on this couch beside me?"
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Post by indiansfan01 on Jan 26, 2009 22:01:37 GMT -7
Wilson leaned over, making sure that no one was sitting on the other side of House. He leaned back and shook his head. "No...no," he said, vehemently. "This has---this has got to be a dream," he stammered. "I must've fallen asleep in my car." He knew this wasn't a dream but that was the only sane explanation that came to mind.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 26, 2009 22:26:10 GMT -7
"Come on, Wilson," House retorted, "you said it yourself, we're dating. Hell, you dated the female version of me. You're not dreaming. I know you; you have harmless, safe dreams of puppies and rainbows. I may have warped you, but I don't think I have that much an affect on you."
House sipped some more of his water, thinking again. "There's a pool riding on it," he mentioned casually. "Down by the nurse's station. House and Wilson are secretly gay and hiding their love affair. You should hear the stories. They are absolutely torrid. Why, I never knew you were so flexible, Wilson."
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Post by indiansfan01 on Jan 26, 2009 22:33:48 GMT -7
How he hated how his own words were coming back to haunt him. Usually he'd have a retort to throw right back at House, but this was no usual situation. He was still trying to get his head wrapped around House's plan.
And money was involved. Great. He picked his beer back up and finished it off before putting it right back down again. He took a deep breath and let it out. "I can't believe I'm about to say this but...Fine. Sure. Let's do it."
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 27, 2009 17:37:30 GMT -7
House smirked. He knew just how to push Wilson's buttons. He was the king of manipulation. "All right then. Looks like we're about to come into 3 thousand dollars. Well. I am, anyway. I'm the one who used a proxy to toss in my hundred bucks for us coming out this week. Nyah."
That he had been planning, a few months ago when he had first heard of the pool and managed to sneak in his ballot via a proxy, something like this happening, should come as no surprise to Wilson, in House's estimation. Though it was a surprise to House how this "coming out" had occurred. He hadn't exactly planned for the events of the past ten hours to happen. Hadn't foreseen using this scenario as revenge for Cuddy's trick, but as a daring, yet idle curiosity of how far he could push public perception of his relationship with Wilson. Though the revenge for Cuddy was just the icing on the cake.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Jan 27, 2009 17:44:11 GMT -7
"Please tell me again why I'm friends with you," Wilson said, jokingly. Anything that made House happy made Wilson happy. "You better split that money with me," he added, as an afterthought. "My services come with a price." Pretending to be gay wasn't something he'd do for free.
Wilson stifled a yawn. "I should head home now...honey." Time to start getting in-character.
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