hilson Fan Fic

Cancer? I hardly know her!

   "I get that you're depressed but I won't fall for cancer," House joked. Wilson turned around to look the other man in the eyes before saying. "Blood tests and an MRI both point to stage II Thymoma. I'm getting a CT scan in 2 weeks. I... I have" He bit his lip "5 months left to live," His voice cracked. House's face dropped to the floor. "Wha-What do we do?" House asked, his right hand squeezing the sheets. "I've had time to think about this," He averted his gaze "We need to get married." 

"For the zillionth time?"

"House!"

"Sorry, fine. Yeah. Let's get married?" 

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   Wilson was standing at the altar, rolling his eyes up to avoid tears. Chase squeezed Wilson's hand, hyping him for the big moment. All of their coworkers and friends were sitting in the audience, whispering among themselves. Wilson was doing his best to keep himself from bursting out into tears in front of all his loved ones, but when he saw House walking down the isle in his white tux, god... Wilson's heart melted. The friends in the crowd stood up and looked to the magic that was currently walking down the isle. 

Flashback

"Who's gonna be the bride? Y'know, walking down the isle and whatnot," Wilson asked

"The bride is the one who takes it. It's gonna be you," House responded, flipping through a wedding magazine

"That's a dumb rule," He pulled a penny out of his pocket, it glimmering in the sunshine. "Heads or tails?" Wilson smirked

"Heads!" House yelled. Wilson flicked the coin up into the air. It landed into his palm facing tails. 

"Haha. You're the bride," Wilson giggled. 

Present

   Wilson couldn't contain himself anymore. The tears started falling. How could a guy like me get the perfection that somehow agreed to marry me? House made it to the altar, smiling at Wilson. Even though House was trying to act tough and goofy at his own wedding, he saw through the facade and knew that the other man was nervous. Wilson wanted to spill his heart and yell "You're beautiful! You're perfect! Do I even need to say it because I do, I do, I do! Just say the words so we can kiss! I love and need you!" But he didn't. He kept himself decently together. 

It felt like an eternity before House came to the altar. Wilson just couldn't keep his eyes off House, and his glowing smile and his brilliant eyes and his (finally) brushed hair. 

"Uhhh, vaws?" Chase said, turning to House first. Wilson was a little upset that he couldn't spew out the love that was festering inside of his heart first, but he did want to know what his husband thought of him. House rushed to pull the piece of paper out of his pocket. 

   "I uhm, love you Wilson. I... Uhhh..." House spat out. He paused for a second, looking over the vows he had written down the week before. He crumpled the paper up and stuffed it back into his tux pocket. "I'll just rawdawg it from my mind," He tapped his temporal lobe, smiling at Wilson. "I'm an obnoxious asshole, right? I don't have many friends or things going for me. But you..." He pointed his finger at Wilson and waved it in a circle. "You are the sorry man that stayed. You were here for me for 10 years, longer than anyone I know has ever been there. Normally, I wake up to nobody telling me how much they love me, care for me, and need me. Now, I- I have someone who says and does all that and more. And I'm so glad, more than glad, that I have you. I have my person who loves me and I love them back. Wilson, I'm so happy that we met. I'm so happy that we're here today, together. So in conclusion, I love you, Wilson. And I always have," House was so invested in his speech that he didn't realize Wilson was crying. Chase turned over to Wilson who was trying to compose himself. Chase nodded, hinting for his vows. "I uhm," Wilson's voice cracked and he dabbed his eyes and cheeks with a handkerchief from his pocket. "House, you're the best thing that has ever happened to... to... to..." He couldn't handle it anymore. He started absolutely breaking down. (Yes, I know I had said he already cried. But I need to specify that the first time, it was just a few tears. Now, he's bawling his eyes out) He can't even look up to see House or anyone. He took a step backwards. Without any notice, he bolted away from the wedding. 

   House looked terribly shocked and taken aback. Some people got up to try and comfort House or talk between themselves. Foreman didn't go up to him, no, he went to Chase, to try and calm him. He held Chase's hand and pulled him to the side. Everyone was kinda scared to try and get Wilson. 

   Sitting on a fallen tree, there was a man sobbing his eyes off. A man who ran from his own wedding. The man who proposed and planned the wedding. The man who had the partner of his dreams. He didn't want anyone to find him, a dumb child crying for dumb reasons. The tears were falling so fast that he couldn't wipe them off. His thoughts were swarming around him like bees. Every bad thing, every negative comment, every small jab was all true to him in this moment. Everything was getting to him and things were moving really slow. He was breathing so fast and his vision was getting blotchy and he was so close to passing out in the middle of the woods. Until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He loved that hand. It was nothing like other people's hands. It was warm, so so warm in the palm. Complete opposite of its fingertips. Cold, and brittle. Most people would feel the tips and pull away, but Wilson moved down the fingers and to the warmth that was in the middle of the hand. He remembered the hand like his own. "Are you okay?" Wilson looked up to the man standing in front of him. House sat down on the log, his hand resting on Wilson's shoulder. "Yeah... I'm so, so sorry..." Wilson sobbed out, sniffling. "I just can't... This is gonna be my last wedding... For my whole l-life!" He tried to stay together and strong even though everybody knew he wasn't "You're final wedding..." House joked. "This isn't the time, House! I'm gonna die in a few months and can't even show at my own wedding! I proposed! I planned it! I set up the first date! And when it matters most, I'm not there!" Wilson bawled, clinging onto House. He gave the other man a tight squeeze and sobbed on his shoulder. His nails dug into House's ironed jacket. His tears left a damp spot. 

   House didn't know how to deal with... emotions. Even though he knows everything about how to react when people cry, he couldn't calm Wilson. It was all calculations to him. When faced with a real-world situation, he turned to stone. But Wilson just kept clinging to the cold, calculating rock. I guess it's not his fault, his parents never comforted him as a kid and now he doesn't cry so nobody's there for him. But House wanted to be kind for him, so in turn he put his hands on Wilson's back. Like a robot, he patted the other man's back. 

   "It's, uhm, gonna be okay Wilson... I love you..." He pushed out, trying to be comforting. But Wilson's flood of tears didn't stop, and he hated seeing his lover's beautiful face crowded by a sea of tears. House's mind was like a hornet swarm, buzzing around with memories of people crying with someone saying something kind to a crying friend, searching for what to say next. The metaphorical bug spray misted above his mind, making his rational brain not rationalize. But without the knowledge of knowing how to act when someone is crying, how would he help? If he wanted Wilson to marry him, he'd need to prove it, and fast! House took a deep breath and squeezed Wilson back. With a need and want but somehow still justifying the other man's feelings. He put his hand on Wilson's head to pull him in closer. "I'm so sorry, Wilson. You don't deserve any of this..." House reassured. 

A few minutes pass of a blend of pats and tears, they heard a twig snap on their left. The two men let go of the embrace and looked up to the officiant, Chase.

"Oi've only been given the powa to officiate a weddin fo today. No affense, but you need to wrap this op," Wilson wiped away his tears and cleared his throat

"Gregory Haws, do you tek this man to be your lawfly wedded husband, en po and en riches?" Chase asked, neatening his suit

"I do," House smiled at Wilson and put his hand out, waiting for the other man to connect.

"Jems Wilson, do you tek this man to be your lawfly wedded husband, en sickness and en health?" Chase asked, averting his attention over to Wilson.

"I do," Wilson smiled back, his eyes still red and puffy. He slipped his hand into House's, running his thumb across the back. 

"Oi now pronance you husband and husband. You may kiss the groom, grooms," Chase stepped back, waiting for the action.

Without a moment's notice, their lips (which were already very close) met. (I can't write kiss scenes) 

They pulled out, still gazing into each other's eyes. "I love you," They uttered in unison.