House MD Fanfiction

It Was Half a Dream

Hilson, nice, 4,386
By: ryuuko

Wilson yelped when he felt the body next to him jerk. His eyes flew open and he saw a miracle occur. He stumbled back and fell with an “oof!” 

  House’s body jerked again. His heart monitor spiked once and then returned to normal. House’s eyelids twitched and opened slightly. The second he did, tears pooled and streamed down his face. His expression twisted with acknowledgement to the world. WIlson’s heart fluttered and filled with hope. House was awake! 

...but he was crying. He never cried.

“My boyfriend is dead, oh god!” He sobbed. “F-fuck!” 

WIlson’s eyes widened. House’s...boyfriend? The hell? Where on earth did that come from? House was bi? 

“Jimmy come back to me! Please! I’ll do anything!” 

Oh. 
James couldn’t say he wasn’t confused as all hell, but House’s heart was probably going to fail if he didn’t do something. He scrambled to his feet and ran to his side. “House? House it’s me-” 

House froze. His heart jumped and he made a small sound. It couldn’t be, could it? He didn’t want to open his eyes if he was wrong. His heart couldn’t take it. The fluorescent hospital lights, ivs, monitors, and starch-clean smell never occurred to him. He didn’t know that James Evan Wilson was still alive and infact, not dead of cancer. He looked over and saw that face he fell in love with, thought he kissed and seen twist in pleasure under and over him in bed. No, that was dream wilson. The real WIlson looked him over, concerned. 

“Babe, is that you? Am I dead too?” 

 Wilson blushed. Babe? He couldn’t respond for a moment, and then he saw House about to freak out again. He forced himself to say something. “N-no House, you finally woke up. It’s been a while but i’ve forgive you for Amber’s death. It wasn’t your fault and I miss her but you don’t deserve to be blamed.” 

   House stared at him, confused for a moment before chuckling. “Jimmy, love-” His voice was so tender, “What are you talking about? Amber died years ago! You already told me this.” He kissed him on the lips hard, WIlson’s brain short-circuited like a machine that just got soaked. These soft lips expressed love and passion, and seemed pretty clear on their message. It wasn’t out of lust, but out of pure love. It lasted a few seconds and ended in House pulling James to his chest. “Scare me like that again and you’re not getting any for a week!” 

James squirmed violently in House’s arms. Damn, he was strong for a guy who’s been in bed for a bit over a year! Wilson couldn’t process any of this nonsense. He escaped that bear hug and began to check all of his friend’s vital’s. House seemed unphased and sat up. “Hon, I’m fine! Really!” 

“Stop calling me that House. We aren’t a couple.” 

House huffed in slight annoyance. “Okay, I don’t get the joke here. Ji-” 

“STOP IT! SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME!” Wilson snapped. House flinched and his sickly patient smile fought to remain on his face. It had only lasted this long because he truly thought that Wilson had died of Cancer in front of him, and came back to life somehow. It was House’s ultimate wish, above his leg even. Now it was angrily screaming at him to stop loving him. 
“YOU WERE IN A COMA! YOU JACKASS STOP PULLING STUNTS TO MAKE EVERYBODY FEEL BAD FOR YOU! IT’S NOT OKAY AND YOU DO NOTHING BUT HURT THE PEOPLE WHO TRY TO GIVE A DAMN ABOUT YOU!” 

House sat there, looking at WIlson. He was right. None of it was real. He had never woken up from that trauma-induced coma he slipped into. The world moved on without him. For some reason, that Wilson that turned his back on him return. Of course he woke up to a living nightmare. Even his coma dream turned sour. 

There was no escape. He just outed himself too. 

His bright, rare smile wrenched into a frown. “Oh. Of course.” He calmed down and took a shakey breath. The pain in his leg made itself present. Ah yes, his old, shit life. He couldn’t be in anymore agony or panic. He blankly stared at Wilson. “I remember now. At least you aren’t dead from cancer. I...I wanted nothing more than to see you again. If this is reality, it sucks. But, at least….at least it isn’t….you’re alive. That’s all that matters.”

 

                    After that, House wasn’t House. He was a kind man. 

And it scared the shit out of everyone. The leg pain was just as strong as ever but he didn’t inflict the pain on others. Foreman even tried prodding him for a smart remark. None. 

Cuddy was given flowers and respect. The team was given raises and days off. House let things slide and he was nice to patients. 

At lunch, he would take his pills and cry alone in a spot nobody could find him. The pain was unbearable and all of the moments of the day he wanted to scream out in pain was let loose. Inside, he was emotionally dull. Everything hurt so bad he didn’t want anyone to worry about him anymore. He didn’t matter. The fight had left his soul and he receded into himself.That’s where the real House was. Hiding like a coward. He couldn’t tell what was real and what wasn’t. So he put himself on auto-pilot. He was almost inhuman. He didn’t save as many lives, due to his loss of his ambition. For two months, nobody complained.
WIlson strode into House’s office.

House looked up at him and gave him a smile. “Hello Dr.Wilson. What can I do for y-”

“House, cut the crap. I don’t know what’s going on but this needs to end.”

“What do you mean?” He cocked an eyebrow and then realized. “Oh! Right!” 

He took out a fancy pen from his cup. “I’m terribly sorry! SIlly me always taking your mont blanc pen!” He chuckled and got up to hand it to him. “Here you are.”

Wilson took the pen and threw it to the floor. Grabbing as much of the suit as he could, WIlson pulled the taller man to his level. “You’re too nice! It just isn’t you!”

House’s expression was unreadable. WIlson hoped that it would turn angry, but instead, that damn smile reappeared. It quivered a bit but remained. 

“Dr.Wilson, you’re hurting me. If you could please, just loosen your grip a little-”

“No!” Wilson shook him once. House gasped and his mouth hung open, air choked out. WIlson was getting angrier by the second. He couldn’t find that asshole friend he lost, the one that actually did his job and a personality. All that was left was some wimp who couldn’t even say no to extra mayo on his sandwich at subway. 

“Snap out of it House! Stop being a big baby!”

“Dr.W-wilson! P-p-please!”

“You don’t fucking say please! You yell at people, call them idiots! Go on, insult me!”

“What? N-no, I couldn’t do that to you! You’re so kind and-”

WIlson shoved him. House stumbled over the trashcan and fell backwards. He fell and curled, rubbing his thigh and panting to keep from screaming. He let out a hiss of pain and then inhaled deeply. Squeezing his eyes shut, he resorted to gritting his teeth. Wilson’s heart twisted, he wasn’t getting the old House back. He was just hurting this new guy that had done nothing wrong. 

He crouched down next to him. “....Hey, are you alright?”

“Yes!” He squeaked out. “I am f-ah! Ow ow ahhh…!” House couldn’t hold the tears back anymore. He bit his lip and hiccuped. “Pl-lahease go, I ne-e-ed to be alone. It will be al-righhight!” He pushed Wilson’s hand away and wailed.

The team just happened to walk in at that moment. Their eyes went wide, Wilson ran past them.