The Truth, 5/9
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damigellaTitle: The Truth 5/9
Author: damigella
Spoilers: Fic starts at the end of S7E8 then goes AU
Warning: Slash, eventually. Adult themes.
Rating: NC-17 (M)
Word count: 1800 approx.
Disclaimer: don't own anything, except my hope.
Summary: Second person, Wilson's POV.
Author's note: This started appearing as non beta'ed on fanfiction. Any merit you find in this is due to my totally awesome beta reader![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yarroway . It is now complete. Good news: no more psychotherapy! On the other hand, I think I overcompensated my fear of dialogues and included a bit too many.
Back to Chapter 4
On weekends, House spends the day with Cuddy but still comes back to sleep at the condo. You hand him a beer as he sits on the couch.
"How was Cuddy today?"
"Better. You seem to have hit the correct cocktail of medications to fight off the side effects of chemo. Of course she's still tired but at least she's not vomiting anymore. She even seemed to have a little appetite yesterday evening." House looks hopeful. The treatments are working; Cuddy will be fine and he knows it.
"Good to hear that. It's great that at least on weekends you can spend your day with her. Did her sister manage to leave the two of you alone a bit?"
He sighs. "She tried, but it was impossible. Rachel wants to be with her mom all the time."
"Maybe not so surprising. Well, it will all go back to normal in a short time. And eventually Rachel will be more independent." You try to feel genuinely happy for him. You almost succeed.
"I hope so. It's noisy and unnerving at Cuddy's place now, with all these people around. How about you? What did you do with yourself?"
"I went running. For 15 miles. Can you believe it? Not that I'm back to the top form of my student years, but taking care of myself has really paid off. I've been running every day for weeks now." You stop suddenly, blush, pause and then decide to go on. Secrecy is overrated. "I hope you aren't disturbed by me saying this. I... I do know you would enjoy running as much as I do and you just can't."
Silence meets this last statement. House looks at you through his beer bottle, then he looks out of the window. He has the same concentrated expression on his face as when he's solving a medical puzzle. After what feels like a long time, he looks back at you.
"You stopped running regularly while you were helping me recover from the infarction, right?"
"Yes. It was a busy time. I did run again afterward."
"Occasionally. But you started training again only after you completed therapy. And yet it's an activity you always enjoyed and a healthy one too. Interesting."
House keeps looking at you while he sips his beer. You feel like he's reading into your thoughts.
"I got sidetracked and still haven't answered your question. No, I'm not bothered that you mentioned training. I'm glad one of us can still do that."
**********
"Only ten days until Cuddy comes back to work. I'll miss having lunch with you every day, but otherwise I'm looking forward to it." Since Cuddy has been taken ill, you have been having lunch together almost every day. Which of course means that you have paid for House's lunch as many times.
"If you want to spend time with me while you can, we could do it next weekend" the sentence left hanging while two more of your French fries are stolen "as Cuddy is going to a big family reunion in Albany."
"Aren't you going along?" You had expected that the stalling of Cuddy's and House's relationship was only due to the lymphoma and that her recovery would make them grow closer again.
"Funny you would ask. She actually expected me to go." Two more fries. "She is quite annoyed at me."
"Come on, she just wants to show off her gorgeous boyfriend to the second and third cousins. Is it so bad?"
"Unlike you, I'm not a good boy and I'm definitely not going. I said I don't want to see her mother any more than necessary and she said she can't understand why."
You can't suppress a laughter at the recollection of Cuddy's mother. "If you really don't want to accompany her, why don't we just go for a motorcycle trip? We can stay at a hotel on the coast and eat unreasonable amounts of lobster."
"Maybe you aren't as much of a good boy as I thought. You do the booking and I'll have the motorcycle checked. It has been unused for too long."
*******
Back from the restaurant, you're lying on your bed in the hotel room, with a beer bottle in your hand and a soap opera (with muted sound) running on the large HDTV screen. House is sprawled on his own bed, also with a beer.
"That was a great day and those were great lobsters."
"You obviously appreciated them. I think you should have applied to the Guinness' book of records in the lobster scarfing category."
"What are we up to tomorrow?"
"Depends what time you want to be back. Are you meeting Cuddy tomorrow evening? If so, then we should plan to leave directly after lunch."
"I don't think so. Did you hear what she told me on the phone today?"
"Uh, no I didn't."
"That's because she didn't call me. And I didn't call her either."
"I'm sorry, did I make you forget? Maybe taking this trip wasn't such a good idea."
"I actually find it was an excellent idea. Driving the motorcycle on these quiet highways is a very good way for me to think."
"So what did you think of?"
"Do you still... feel what you mentioned for me?" House's eyes look directly inside the beer bottle. Not that there's anything to see or drink in it any longer.
"Yes, I do. If there had been a change I would have told you."
"How much do you mind us being friends but nothing more, and Cuddy being my girlfriend? Wouldn't it hurt you less if we weren't so close to each other?"
"It's not what I would choose if I could, but seeing as you're not interested in me, I'm glad to see you in a relationship with someone you're attracted to. And I appreciate having you involved in my life as a friend. Most of the time, at least." You empty your own bottle. "Nothing has changed since you started dating Cuddy, in this respect."
"You aren't jealous?" You steal a glance at House, and you notice there's the faintest trace of color on his cheeks.
"There's nothing to be jealous about. Actually what I have for you is more like a crush then love. It's love only if it's returned, right? Mine is a decade-old, unrequited crush." You can't believe you just said that. "I just hope when you and Cuddy go back full time that you can make it work better - it seems to me that your relationship has involved a bit too much power play so far. But I'm certainly the last person who should be giving relationship advice."
"You have a point there." House gulps down the last painkiller of the day, switches off the tv and the light near his bed. "I'm in no hurry to go back to Princeton, so we'll have a lot of time tomorrow. You know what we could do? Go and have a long walk on the beach by the ocean. I haven't been to the beach in ages."
"You want to go for... a walk?"
"We can bring beach towels and sandwiches and beer and when I'm tired we lie down and have a picnic. Just because I'm a cripple doesn't mean that the outside world stops existing. I haven't had a picnic on the beach since before the infarction. It's something I used to do once every summer. It's high time to revive the tradition."
Soon the lights are out. As you lie there in the dark, eyes open, you listen to House's breathing and notice that he's not sleeping, either.
******
You've been cooking the whole afternoon. House has spent the day with Cuddy, but he has asked you to prepare his favorite dishes for dinner on his last Saturday as your guest. In two days Cuddy will resume work, and all your lives will slowly go back to normal - which for House will mean a series of healthy lunches and dinners. And eventually, you suspect, a wedding and a second-parent adoption. Cuddy's sister is staying a few more weeks to ease the transition, but House will be moving out of the condo on Monday, probably at Cuddy's request.
"Is the cholesterol orgy ready to begin?"
The familiar voice takes you by surprise. You were so busy with the oven you didn't hear him come in.
"Sure, let me just drain the pasta immediately so that we get a proper amatriciana al dente and not a glob of goo."
One hour and (at a rough estimate) 2500 calories later, of which 60 per cent came from fat and 20 from alcohol, you're both sitting at opposite ends of the living room sofa, in a celebratory mood.
"To another success for the Oncology Wonder Boy! The healing of the Dean of Medicine!"
"That really anybody could have done. I just followed protocols. And luckily, so did Cuddy's cancer."
"Yeah." House lets out something that sounds suspiciously like a sigh. "Too bad Cuddy's boyfriend didn't, though."
"What do you mean?"
"I am not sure I know, exactly. These weeks have been so pleasant and relaxing. Maybe it was the not having to dress and eat in a particular way. Or maybe it was the general feeling of having a free will again, instead of being under remote control. Sex with Cuddy is great but... being in a relationship with her sucks." The bottle is now empty. "I think I should tell you that I broke up with her this afternoon. Just so as to avoid you any embarrassment next Monday at the back to work party."
"House... well I guess you did think about it, right? It's not a spur of the moment decision?"
"I've been thinking long and hard, believe me. Wouldn't you before you broke up with your boss? And there's something else I have thought of. Can I keep living here? Having to admit defeat on our relationship is hard, and I would find it depressing to be home alone." He looks at you. "Actually, in this Cuddy was right. You do take care of me better than I take care of myself."
"Sure. As far as I'm concerned you can stay indefinitely. Only..." You can almost hear your heart skip a beat "... I was going to ask you not to bring in girlfriends. But I realized that wouldn't make sense: you will eventually want to start having a personal life again."
"Let's meet halfway: no girlfriends for either of us for the first month, and then we discuss the issue again. It might very well be that at that point I'll be ready to move back to my own place."
"Fair enough."
House looks at you again. "But I can call Brandy if I really need a massage, right?"
You smile back, happy to feel that in this respect you love House more than Cuddy ever did. "Sure. Medically motivated interventions are always allowed."
Chapter 6
Author: damigella
Spoilers: Fic starts at the end of S7E8 then goes AU
Warning: Slash, eventually. Adult themes.
Rating: NC-17 (M)
Word count: 1800 approx.
Disclaimer: don't own anything, except my hope.
Summary: Second person, Wilson's POV.
Author's note: This started appearing as non beta'ed on fanfiction. Any merit you find in this is due to my totally awesome beta reader
yarroway . It is now complete. Good news: no more psychotherapy! On the other hand, I think I overcompensated my fear of dialogues and included a bit too many.Back to Chapter 4
On weekends, House spends the day with Cuddy but still comes back to sleep at the condo. You hand him a beer as he sits on the couch.
"How was Cuddy today?"
"Better. You seem to have hit the correct cocktail of medications to fight off the side effects of chemo. Of course she's still tired but at least she's not vomiting anymore. She even seemed to have a little appetite yesterday evening." House looks hopeful. The treatments are working; Cuddy will be fine and he knows it.
"Good to hear that. It's great that at least on weekends you can spend your day with her. Did her sister manage to leave the two of you alone a bit?"
He sighs. "She tried, but it was impossible. Rachel wants to be with her mom all the time."
"Maybe not so surprising. Well, it will all go back to normal in a short time. And eventually Rachel will be more independent." You try to feel genuinely happy for him. You almost succeed.
"I hope so. It's noisy and unnerving at Cuddy's place now, with all these people around. How about you? What did you do with yourself?"
"I went running. For 15 miles. Can you believe it? Not that I'm back to the top form of my student years, but taking care of myself has really paid off. I've been running every day for weeks now." You stop suddenly, blush, pause and then decide to go on. Secrecy is overrated. "I hope you aren't disturbed by me saying this. I... I do know you would enjoy running as much as I do and you just can't."
Silence meets this last statement. House looks at you through his beer bottle, then he looks out of the window. He has the same concentrated expression on his face as when he's solving a medical puzzle. After what feels like a long time, he looks back at you.
"You stopped running regularly while you were helping me recover from the infarction, right?"
"Yes. It was a busy time. I did run again afterward."
"Occasionally. But you started training again only after you completed therapy. And yet it's an activity you always enjoyed and a healthy one too. Interesting."
House keeps looking at you while he sips his beer. You feel like he's reading into your thoughts.
"I got sidetracked and still haven't answered your question. No, I'm not bothered that you mentioned training. I'm glad one of us can still do that."
**********
"Only ten days until Cuddy comes back to work. I'll miss having lunch with you every day, but otherwise I'm looking forward to it." Since Cuddy has been taken ill, you have been having lunch together almost every day. Which of course means that you have paid for House's lunch as many times.
"If you want to spend time with me while you can, we could do it next weekend" the sentence left hanging while two more of your French fries are stolen "as Cuddy is going to a big family reunion in Albany."
"Aren't you going along?" You had expected that the stalling of Cuddy's and House's relationship was only due to the lymphoma and that her recovery would make them grow closer again.
"Funny you would ask. She actually expected me to go." Two more fries. "She is quite annoyed at me."
"Come on, she just wants to show off her gorgeous boyfriend to the second and third cousins. Is it so bad?"
"Unlike you, I'm not a good boy and I'm definitely not going. I said I don't want to see her mother any more than necessary and she said she can't understand why."
You can't suppress a laughter at the recollection of Cuddy's mother. "If you really don't want to accompany her, why don't we just go for a motorcycle trip? We can stay at a hotel on the coast and eat unreasonable amounts of lobster."
"Maybe you aren't as much of a good boy as I thought. You do the booking and I'll have the motorcycle checked. It has been unused for too long."
*******
Back from the restaurant, you're lying on your bed in the hotel room, with a beer bottle in your hand and a soap opera (with muted sound) running on the large HDTV screen. House is sprawled on his own bed, also with a beer.
"That was a great day and those were great lobsters."
"You obviously appreciated them. I think you should have applied to the Guinness' book of records in the lobster scarfing category."
"What are we up to tomorrow?"
"Depends what time you want to be back. Are you meeting Cuddy tomorrow evening? If so, then we should plan to leave directly after lunch."
"I don't think so. Did you hear what she told me on the phone today?"
"Uh, no I didn't."
"That's because she didn't call me. And I didn't call her either."
"I'm sorry, did I make you forget? Maybe taking this trip wasn't such a good idea."
"I actually find it was an excellent idea. Driving the motorcycle on these quiet highways is a very good way for me to think."
"So what did you think of?"
"Do you still... feel what you mentioned for me?" House's eyes look directly inside the beer bottle. Not that there's anything to see or drink in it any longer.
"Yes, I do. If there had been a change I would have told you."
"How much do you mind us being friends but nothing more, and Cuddy being my girlfriend? Wouldn't it hurt you less if we weren't so close to each other?"
"It's not what I would choose if I could, but seeing as you're not interested in me, I'm glad to see you in a relationship with someone you're attracted to. And I appreciate having you involved in my life as a friend. Most of the time, at least." You empty your own bottle. "Nothing has changed since you started dating Cuddy, in this respect."
"You aren't jealous?" You steal a glance at House, and you notice there's the faintest trace of color on his cheeks.
"There's nothing to be jealous about. Actually what I have for you is more like a crush then love. It's love only if it's returned, right? Mine is a decade-old, unrequited crush." You can't believe you just said that. "I just hope when you and Cuddy go back full time that you can make it work better - it seems to me that your relationship has involved a bit too much power play so far. But I'm certainly the last person who should be giving relationship advice."
"You have a point there." House gulps down the last painkiller of the day, switches off the tv and the light near his bed. "I'm in no hurry to go back to Princeton, so we'll have a lot of time tomorrow. You know what we could do? Go and have a long walk on the beach by the ocean. I haven't been to the beach in ages."
"You want to go for... a walk?"
"We can bring beach towels and sandwiches and beer and when I'm tired we lie down and have a picnic. Just because I'm a cripple doesn't mean that the outside world stops existing. I haven't had a picnic on the beach since before the infarction. It's something I used to do once every summer. It's high time to revive the tradition."
Soon the lights are out. As you lie there in the dark, eyes open, you listen to House's breathing and notice that he's not sleeping, either.
******
You've been cooking the whole afternoon. House has spent the day with Cuddy, but he has asked you to prepare his favorite dishes for dinner on his last Saturday as your guest. In two days Cuddy will resume work, and all your lives will slowly go back to normal - which for House will mean a series of healthy lunches and dinners. And eventually, you suspect, a wedding and a second-parent adoption. Cuddy's sister is staying a few more weeks to ease the transition, but House will be moving out of the condo on Monday, probably at Cuddy's request.
"Is the cholesterol orgy ready to begin?"
The familiar voice takes you by surprise. You were so busy with the oven you didn't hear him come in.
"Sure, let me just drain the pasta immediately so that we get a proper amatriciana al dente and not a glob of goo."
One hour and (at a rough estimate) 2500 calories later, of which 60 per cent came from fat and 20 from alcohol, you're both sitting at opposite ends of the living room sofa, in a celebratory mood.
"To another success for the Oncology Wonder Boy! The healing of the Dean of Medicine!"
"That really anybody could have done. I just followed protocols. And luckily, so did Cuddy's cancer."
"Yeah." House lets out something that sounds suspiciously like a sigh. "Too bad Cuddy's boyfriend didn't, though."
"What do you mean?"
"I am not sure I know, exactly. These weeks have been so pleasant and relaxing. Maybe it was the not having to dress and eat in a particular way. Or maybe it was the general feeling of having a free will again, instead of being under remote control. Sex with Cuddy is great but... being in a relationship with her sucks." The bottle is now empty. "I think I should tell you that I broke up with her this afternoon. Just so as to avoid you any embarrassment next Monday at the back to work party."
"House... well I guess you did think about it, right? It's not a spur of the moment decision?"
"I've been thinking long and hard, believe me. Wouldn't you before you broke up with your boss? And there's something else I have thought of. Can I keep living here? Having to admit defeat on our relationship is hard, and I would find it depressing to be home alone." He looks at you. "Actually, in this Cuddy was right. You do take care of me better than I take care of myself."
"Sure. As far as I'm concerned you can stay indefinitely. Only..." You can almost hear your heart skip a beat "... I was going to ask you not to bring in girlfriends. But I realized that wouldn't make sense: you will eventually want to start having a personal life again."
"Let's meet halfway: no girlfriends for either of us for the first month, and then we discuss the issue again. It might very well be that at that point I'll be ready to move back to my own place."
"Fair enough."
House looks at you again. "But I can call Brandy if I really need a massage, right?"
You smile back, happy to feel that in this respect you love House more than Cuddy ever did. "Sure. Medically motivated interventions are always allowed."
Chapter 6
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Date: 2011-03-04 04:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-04 05:26 pm (UTC)I'm happy you liked it and happier at having found such an awesome beta reader!
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Date: 2011-03-04 08:39 pm (UTC)Please continue.
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Date: 2011-03-05 12:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-04 10:22 pm (UTC)Just wanted to say that I loved this chapter the most so far. It's much better than the first one and includes not only dialogue but narrative which I'm a fan of. Excited for the 6th chapter!
BTW sheppa: LOVE LOVE LOVE your icon!
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Date: 2011-03-05 08:07 am (UTC)And the merit for this being better is yarroway's.
Glad you like it.
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Date: 2011-03-05 08:11 am (UTC)Thanks for reviewing!