as_damaged | ☤ thirty-five

|[ 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]

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The one you've been hiding from everyone that was spurred on when you found Cameron screwing Foreman! That bitch broke your heart, and you turned to excessive dieting to make it better. Then House healed you with his kinky gay buttsex!

Are you completely insane? Last time I saw Foreman, he was dating some nurse. Cameron's never going to do Foreman while she's dealing with these developing feelings for Wilson. And House is never going to do me. Eating disorder or not. Which, by the way, is a not.

The only feeling I have for Wilson is that I'd like to see the poor man happy for once in his life.

With House.

He'd be happy with you. God, can you imagine how long it would take him to work all your issues out? You'd be in the retirement home before either of you got bored.

That's because he's hiding his love for you, and he succeeded at breaking you and Cameron up because she doesn't really love you! But he can't derail TRUE LOVE.

Cameron and I were never together. You're getting this all wrong. House is with Cuddy. I'm... fine as I am.

You are not. You and Cuddy BELONG TOGETHER. OTP. OTP. OTP.

CUDDY AND HOUSE HAVE A LOVE SPANNING DECADES. YOU CAN'T JUST IGNORE THAT BECAUSE YOU THINK SOME OTHER PAIRING LOOKS HOTTER.

I CAN BECAUSE CUDDY DOESN'T LOVE HOUSE. SHE LOVES YOU. I CAN SEE IT IN HER EYES.

Yeah I've only worked with both of them for years. You knew Cuddy what, five minutes? I can see how your opinion is going to be well grounded. For god's sake, catch up with the background before you start making a fool of yourself.

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thenormalsquint - 2010-03-08 05:05 (UTC) - Expand

DID THE NETWORK MAKE YOU SAY THAT

Don't be ridiculous.

OH MY GOD THEY DID. Those homophobic twatwaffles! THEY'RE JUST PANDERING TO MIDDLE AMERICA.

I'll start a letter writing campaign for you. WE WILL SEND THEM ALL THE STUFFED WOMBATS EVER.

I'M NOT GAY. I JUST HAVE NICE HAIR. TRUST ME, THERE ARE ENOUGH WOMEN WITH GOOD HAIR WALKING AROUND FOR THAT NOT TO BE ENOUGH MOTIVATION FOR HIM TO WANT TO DO ME.

HOUSE LOVES CUDDY. WHY CAN'T ANYONE JUST ACCEPT THAT.

tothelibrary.livejournal.com - 2010-03-08 06:15 (UTC) - Expand

I never did Foreman!

YOU DID TOO, OMG YOU BROKE THE WOMBAT'S HEART

This proves that you're insane.

OMG

GTFO

I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU PEOPLE NEED TO FLAME ME ALL THE TIME

JUST BECAUSE I SEE THEIR TRUE LOVE FOR WHAT IT IS

GO BACK TO YOUR CREEPY CORNER OF YOUR MOM'S BASEMENT AND READ PEDO PORN

LOL CRAI HARDER

go write more pathetic MarySue fic.

as_damaged - 2010-03-08 05:06 (UTC) - Expand

tothelibrary.livejournal.com - 2010-03-08 05:08 (UTC) - Expand

God, you're such a slut.

Right, because in your world any woman that has sex with more than one man in her entire life is a worthless whore. You misogynist.

Says the woman who hates on Cuddy just because she's stronger than you. I never tried to sleep with all my coworkers like you did. First House and then Foreman? Who's next? Robert or Wilson? How can you even support House/Wilson with that record of yours?

There's nothing between Foreman and I, he barely considers me a friend. I liked House. He's handsome, intelligent, funny-- I don't deny that I liked him. If I'd known he was already in love I never would've said a word.

I thought Robert might be a decent person but obviously I was mistaken on that count. I have no interest in Wilson. Because. Wilson is in love with House.

They are a couple and I would never do anything to jeopardize their love.

Of course you're not a friend. You're just a one night stand.

Right. Now I'm thinking your fic will include a chapter where you show up all jealous ready to break them up. Talk about a self-insert.

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