☤ thirty-five

[as_damaged]

|[ Unintentionally 'saved' to the Network ]|

[these are obviously just snippets of a much longer story Cameron has apparently written]

"Shut up and just write the damn 'scrip." He turned to walk away, favoring his leg more than usual. Wilson winced, pen poised above his prescription pad, concern evident in his dark eyes. It was always the same thing-- and what's worse, these visits were getting more and more frequent of late, as though no amount of pills would make a dent in his friend's pain. His heart broke every time he scrawled out the dosage, knowing it wouldn't be enough-- wouldn't last half as long as it ought to. Slowly and surely House was killing himself to keep the pain at bay.
The clatter of the pen hitting the desk shattered the silence. The older doctor's shoulders squared perceptibly as he steeled himself for another inevitable, interminable argument about the medication he needed, another heavy-handed and sanctimonious lecture about how he needed to take care of himself. He turned after a moment.
Wilson was already beside him, and as House opened his mouth to start the argument-- sooner begun was sooner ended, after all-- the younger man silenced him with a rash and unexpected kiss. Too startled to protest, House let the rush of adrenaline carry him back the few paces to the oncologist's sofa. Stumbling he landed on the cushions, silenced by the unaccustomed aggression-- to say nothing of the startling flood of lust and endorphins.
His hands firmly planted on House's shoulders, Wilson wordlessly knelt on the sofa, straddling his friend's lap and leaning in to kiss him again, offering the older man no time to protest. Not that House was inclined to do so. The eternally rational, analytical part of him didn't bother trying to decide whether he was in love with Wilson; just trying to figure out exactly when and how it had happened.
Not that the details mattered right now, with Wilson tugging at the collar of his shirt, undoing the few buttons House ever bothered to button. He would certainly want to talk this into the ground later, anyway; no reason to dwell on it when he could instead be focusing on the physical upsides. Like the fact that this was a surprisingly effective distraction from his leg.

* * *

Wilson's hand shot across his chest to catch House by the wrist as he reached for the pill bottle on the night stand.
"Don't you dare," he said sternly.
"Why should I, you're enough of a pill," he grumbled, pulling his arm free to spite the oncologist. He didn't make another try for the vicodin, though; settling uncomfortably against the pillows and pulling at the covers, oddly ashamed. Being naked was supposed to make you feel vulnerable. Admittedly, it was more the baring of his wounded leg that troubled him than anything else.
That, he mused, had a lot to do with why he'd ended up in bed with James Wilson, of all people; he was one of the few people who didn't let the disability define the man. Hookers were one thing-- impersonal in their intimacy, disinclined to get emotionally involved. If they pitied him, they rarely said anything; and given the endless supply of moderately attractive young women willing to do anything for the right price, he never had to see them a second time.
Something more than sex was infinitely more difficult, though; it's why he couldn't give Cameron what she wanted, although he did care for her. He knew, deep down, that he wasn't just his injury that drew her to him, as well; but it had been a convenient reason to turn her away. She did want to be the one to fix him. But it wasn't that simple-- no amount of love or care would regrow his missing muscles, and it seemed ridiculous to think she could somehow save him in spite of it.
Wilson didn't care. Well, that was a lie; Wilson cared, infinitely and intimately. Wilson cared about anything and everything. But it had never made a difference between them.
As though thinking of him had caught the other man's attention, Wilson shifted, rolling onto one side to regard him.
"I'm surprised."
"I'd be worried if you weren't," he replied, lifting an eyebrow. "I was, and I started it."
"I meant that you didn't insist on cuddling." The deadpan delivery managed to convey something touching, and though the oncologist simply snorted a laugh and rolled over, when House woke up later the other man's head was on his shoulder. He didn't mind in the least.

* * *

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Cuddy imperiously whined, leaning forward so the neckline of her blouse draped dangerously low. She was accustomed to a certain amount of attention from the curmudgeonly doctor; apparently, the lack of inappropriate commentary was leaving her unsatisfied.
"Absolutely nothing," he replied absently. "Just give me permission to run that test and I'm out of your way for the rest of the day."
Her eyes narrowed. House being in a good mood was almost always a bad sign for someone; but this wasn't the usual malicious glee she'd come to expect, something she could work with. He'd done his clinic hours without complaint; there were no reports from the pharmacy of unusual amounts of painkillers being dispensed, and one of the nurses she'd questioned (being not only the closest thing House had to a stalker, but also in charge of the entire hospital and thus best prepared to stalk him,) had said he'd been singing when he came in this morning.
"You must've paid some hooker's way through college last night," she said spitefully, relenting and signing the form on her desk.
House scoffed. "Why do you think Wilson's not in today..?"
Cuddy stopped, to stare at him in disbelief.

	|[ Delivered Anonymously to Dr. James Wilson ]| [not work-friendly link]
	|[ Delivered Anonymously to Dr. Gregory House ]| [totally work-friendly link]

[ooc; no offense intended to those who may like particular pairings, but the House fandom is notorious for its shipping wars and Cameron will be defending this to the death. OPINIONS EXPRESSED BY ALLISON CAMERON TODAY DO NOT REFLECT THE VIEWS OF THE MANAGEMENT. She's got some really nasty stuff to say & I apologize in advance.

ALSO, I AM STILL IN CANADA. Expect epic backdating because of this. Please assume the story post went up somewhat later in the day than the gifts. SOB. /runs away to Toronto <3]

Comments

Voice;

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

Wow, I cannot believe you just went there. Looks like you're not just afraid of your own sexuality, you're afraid of any woman's sexuality. Explains your misogynistic gay porn. Wilson's Cuddy's friend, Cameron. He'd never do this to her.

Voice;

[as_damaged]

What does my sexuality have to do with anything, Chase? Your a homophobe. You think Wilson should just stand by and watch Cuddy treat House like shit when he doesn't spend enough time staring at her breasts, and then complaining when he does just what she makes him do? Have you ever met any of these people?

Voice;

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

Jealous because she's got a bigger cup size? Your sexuality might not have much to do with it, but House and Wilson's sure as hell does. If it's homophobic to suggest a guy who's been married three times might like sex with women I guess you can sign me up. What the hell is wrong with two men being friends anyway? Wilson can see House and Cuddy are made for each other.

And if they ever had a threesome, believe me, she'd be in the middle.

Voice;

[as_damaged]

I'm not saying he's really gay, I don't think he'd be into most guys but are you seriously trying to say House and Wilson are not in love? House and Wilson are in love, it is a fact. Deal with it. He's been married three times and they've all FAILED, because he loves House more than his wives.

They can't have a threesome, she needs to stay the hell away from House. You're disgusting.

Voice;

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

They've failed because House couldn't stand anyone else being happy while he was alone. Obviously he thought he wasn't good enough for Cuddy. Cuddy was afraid of getting her heart broken. Plus there was some little bitch from his department whoring herself all over him. Who was that again? Oh yeah, you. Worked great, didn't it. BECAUSE HE'S IN LOVE WITH CUDDY.

Voice;

[as_damaged]

IF I HAD KNOWN HE WAS IN LOVE WITH WILSON I NEVER WOULD HAVE TRIED TO DATE HIM, OHMYGOD.

HOW COULD CUDDY BE AFRAID OF HER HEART BEING BROKEN WHEN SHE DOESN'T HAVE ONE. THEY NEEDED THE EXTRA SPACE TO FIT HER GIANT COCK. WHICH YOU SEEM INTENT ON SUCKING.

Voice;

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

Shouting makes your point so much more valid. You know you only tried to date him because you hate Cuddy and you wanted to take something that belonged to her since you're just not good enough to catch up to her in any other area. Apparently you can't take competition from any arena.

Trust me, if Cuddy had a massive cock, which she doesn't, that's the only one House would want up his arse.

Why don't you try going after Wilson next? Your needy, insecure act would go down great with him, I'm sure. You can watch fluffy movies and cry about puppies together.

...Actually, that's a really great idea.

Voice;

[as_damaged]

I only hate Cuddy because she treats House like dirt, then turns around and expects him to worship her just because she walks around with no underwear and a short skirt. House definitely doesn't belong to her. Maybe you and Cuddy go to the same BDSM club, but not everyone wants to be tied down, dominated, and emasculated like you, Chase.

I would never date Wilson, because Wilson and House love each other.

Voice;

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

So you hate Cuddy because she's hotter than you, smarter than you, gets more respect than you and gets to jump the hottest, smartest guy in the hospital. I think I've got that now. So, because of that she's got to be a dominatrix? Maybe they play some games at home together, I mean, who wouldn't, but Cuddy doesn't need some roleplay stereotype to get what she wants. She's just that good.

You think you can't get Wilson after House turned you down. You could, Wilson's way easier.

Voice; House's hypothetical relationships are going to be the death of theirs, sobbb

[as_damaged]

Wait, now I'm confused. Did you want House or Cuddy to sodomize you, Robert? Which is it?

Maybe you can keep her busy so she stops interfering with their love.

Voice; There is going to be like. A month of apologising.

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

Yeah, turn the subject to sodomy when you know you've been caught talking utter crap. That's how this whole thing got started, isn't it? I don't know what your weird obsession is, but it's not mine.

You know what's reall going to interfere between House and Wilson? The fact House is in love with Cuddy.

Voice; ...that or she jumps him tomorrow. :|

[as_damaged]

You're deluded.

Voice; ahaahahaha sob

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

You're insane.

Voice;

[dr_conscience]

Yeah.

Obviously that's the fundamental flaw with this.

Voice;

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

Thank you. If you were going to jump anybody you'd be jumping Cuddy to help her see who she's really meant to be with. I'm trying to explain that, but I think she's crazy.

Voice;

[dr_conscience]

I--

[No. No. Not worth it. Everyone is insane today.]

Well, she does seem crazy.

Voice;

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[And Chase has just had AN THOUGHT.]

Crazy... or fragile.

Voice;

[dr_conscience]

[Why did that sound crafty? There shouldn't be anything crafty happening today. Nothing good can come of any of this.]

... what?

Voice;

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

She's fragile. You know she has a hard time dealing with people's grief after her own experiences. Guess she has a hard time understanding real love, too.

What she needs is someone gentle. Experienced. To show her.

Voice;

[dr_conscience]

[You cannot be serious. There is a long pause, a pause of extreme wtf.]

I don't think so.

Voice;

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

She obviously has a thing about older men. House would snap her like a twig, but you-- you'd nurture her. I can't believe I never realised how great you'd be together before.

Voice;

[dr_conscience]

[Oh my god everyone is just completely out of their minds.]

No, I really don't think we would.

Voice;

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

Go to her. Get her over this freaky obsession with seeing you and House together. It's obviously her way of deflecting her real feelings.

Voice;

[dr_conscience]

No, it's obviously the result of a curse.

[A really, really insane one that seems to be affecting everyone.]

I'm not "going to" anyone.

Voice;

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

If she's cursed, somebody should be with her when she comes out of it. You'd better go. Let her know you'll love her no matter what.