The Silver Watch
I got the idea from Chessie13's fanfic called "Forced parenthood" where House is turned into a 5 year old kid, I asked to make one where it's the other way around so instead of it been House going five it's Wilson. You should go read the fic it's great and cute. Hope mine can live up to that.
Takes place in season 6 before Sam, when House and Wilson still live in "the loft"
A thank you for looking for errors goes to Mica363 *giant hug*
Summary: Wilson has gotten a little pocket watch but this watch is not like other watches. After he goes against a warning, House wakes up to a Wilson he is not accustomed to.
Child!Wilson and Parent!House.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Heel and Toe Films, Shore Z Productions and Bad Hat Harry Productions in association with Universal Media Studios, I only borrow them for a short while.
Now to the story:
Chapter 1
"Oh, so that's where you were!" A young man spoke to himself while fishing out a small pocket watch. It was an old silver watch, long forgotten, and with a small click he opened it to take a look inside.
"Now look at that, you stopped working again. No worries, with a small fix I can get you up and running in no time my little friend." The young man was dressed in a white suit that looked like it came right out of the 18th century, from the white shoes to his monocle, even his blonde hair was reminiscent of the time. If anyone happen to catch a quick glance of him they may think he looked somewhat angelic, though there was little real truth to that.
Currently he was standing behind the counter of his small watch shop in New Jersey. It was a shop that had been in the family for quite some time, several centuries in fact, and wearing the suit while working there had become somewhat of a tradition. At one time it had been a very busy location, but now it was sort of a deserted alley in a less frequented shopping area.
He looked down at the silver pocket watch, "Little friend, you think you and I are over? Maybe we might get a costumer today, I got a feeling today might be my lucky day, what about you girl?" He spoke to the watch like it was a person, oddly enough it glinted at him as if responding, the sun seeming to break through the cloudy sky at just the right moment to shine upon the face of the little watch.
"It's almost a shame you won't be out there again, l know you miss the fun girl, but you got into quite a bit of trouble the last time and ended up back here again." He was fiddling with the back of the watch, making the appropriate adjustments to get her running once more. This particular watch was quite old, it had been in the pockets of many men and women over the years, but somehow it always ended up back at his place time after time.
"There you are girl, all finished, now back to my pocked and we'll-"
"Excuse me? Do you think you can help me?"
The white dressed man looked up and he had a hard time hiding a smile 'a customer'.
"Yes, Sir, what can I help you with?" He asked the confused looking man standing at the door.
"Yes well…um… a friend of mine broke my watch so, I saw this shop and I needed a new one, but you seem to only sell older watches…" The brown hair, brown eyed man said, turning around and reaching for the door.
"Wait just a minute, there must be a reason for you coming to my shop today…destiny." The shop owner expressed, the other man turned away from the door with a curious look upon his face.
"Why?" He asked.
"I just found this old pocked watch, I'll give it to you for free."
"It's not stolen, is it?"
"No, it's been here for a long time, I just felt sorry for the 'ole girl. She hasn't been able to share the time with people for such a long time, she might be able to be of some use to you."
"She? The watch?"
"Yes, to me all watches are in a way my children, they keep the time and I keep it for them, that makes me their father of sorts," he told the brown haired man. "Go ahead and keep her."
"Thank you, thats very nice of you," the brown haired man turned around to walk out, but before he got to the handle the young man dressed in white spoke to him in a voice cold and different from just a few seconds ago.
"But a warning, that watch is special, you are not to turn her time, she keeps it for you, do not mess with her time, if you do she will mess with yours."
"Umm…okay Mr.-?"
"Call me Theta," 'I believe this is the eighth time so,' "Theta it is."
"Right Mister Theta, I won't," with that said he turned the handle and went on his way.
"Unfortunately I am sure you, like all others will turn her time, and when you do-" the man who called himself Theta began. He had long ago forgotten his true name and instead called himself that of the Greek alphabet whenever a new era began. He took off his monocle, leaving his left eye exposed, revealing a watch ticking away inside his socket, "-she will show you her power at its fullest."
"I'm huuuuungry Jimmy!"
"Can I just get inside before you start complaining?" James Evan Wilson had finely returned home to the loft, to only be met by a "starving" House.
"But I'm hungry!" House whined like a child.
"You broke my watch remember?"
"I saved the patient!"
"AND broke my watch, so I had to get a new one," James said as he pulled out the small silver watch, showing it to House.
"That looks expensive…who was she?" House asked pointing at the watch.
"No I got it for free and it wasn't a she it was a he who gave me it, and you're not touching it."
"Stolen then, I can't believe you fell for-"
"Not stolen House, it was from a man who worked in a clock store, now let's get some food into you, huh?"
At the word food the watch was forgotten for the time being and forgotten up until the time Jame's went to bed. Once in his room he took up the little watch and looked at the time and the time on the clock on the wall.
"Oh, you seem to be a good two minutes behind, I better fix that," So he did, turning the hand to match the time on the wall.
Forgetting completely the warning about the small watch, James Evan Wilson went to bed that night without thinking twice about what he had done.
TBC
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