Title: It's Crazy, Isn't It?
Summary: "It's Crazy to love someone whose hurt you. But it's crazier to think that the person who hurt you, loves you."
"Everyone lies, Wilson, even House."
Warning: House/Wilson
House's notes: House would like to remind you that the writer benefits nothing from this story, and is simply writing this for the enjoyment of the readers, and therefore recieves no money or fame...oh -kay, maybe a little fame, but not much, from this story. Also, House would like to remind you that we all make mistakes, and there may be some errors in this story, such as spelling, please be polite about that, since her computer's spell check is not working. Also, reviews are wonders! And if you review, I will be sure to give you one of Wilson's cookies.
Wilson: Hey! That's not fair House!
House: Please enjoy the story: bows
It's Crazy, Isn't it?
Wilson paused as he stared out the window at the setting sun as it cast his office into a red glow. The blinds that were usually drown at this time, where still open since Wilson hadn't been able to bring himself to close fact, he had had to much on his mind to do much of anything today. He had barely been able to focus on the patients and on his paper work, something that slowly starting to pile up on his desk. For the entire day there had really just been one thing on his mind, and it was all because of his own actions, a stupid reaction he had had after being with House for far too long.
In all truth it hadn't been much really, it had just hit him, and after it had hit him, it wouldn't let him go. It way always there at the back of his mind nagging him till he could think of nothing but the issue. And to make matters worse the events that had caused the nagging kept playing back into his head like an old soap rerun.
"Does he care about you?" Wilson was currently standing in front of a patients bed, his clip board out as he jotted down the others current status.
"I think so." He muttered off offhandedly not really giving it much thought, focusing more on what their next step was in the kids treatment.
"You don't know?" Wilson finally tore his eyes away from the chart to find the patient giving him a confused look.
Sighing as he let the chart fall down to his side he simply explained: "As Dr. House likes to say, 'Everyone Lies.'"
"It's not what people say, it's what they do."
Wilson thought it over for a moment, his eyes wondering towards the wall before he finally nodded, looking back towards the patient. "Yes, he cares about me."
Though he was certain at the time, he wasn't so sure now. It had seemed true then, House had always been that kind of silent guy who never spoke his feelings, but then again he never really acted on them either, but Wilson was certain he had cared. House spent time with him, having dinner, well take out, and he always made sure to see Wilson at least once a day. They'd spent nights together, watching tv or movies, pigging out or just...retreating to the bedroom early just for the sake of being together. But House was also crude, and he hurt Wilson in more ways then one, he could always hurt Wilson emotionally, it wasn't hard, but he had hurt Wilson physically a lot as well. So when the question came now. "Does he care about you?" There was truly no easy way Wilson could answer that.
-=-=It's crazy-=-=-
"Hey, Cuddy..." Wilson stepped into the women's office.
Cuddy glanced up from her work just briefly, pen pausing in it's scurry but not actually lifting off the paper, until she turned back down and continued. "What is it, Wilson?" She muttered as she finished the page and pushed it off to the side, reaching and pulling another towards her as she continued her work.
"Well...I was wondering, you know..." Wilson shuffled from one foot to the other, obviously on edge, nervous. "When you were going out with House-"
Wilson stopped mid sentence as Cuddy's head suddenly snapped up, he could tell he had obviously hit a nerve. "What about it?" She narrowed her eyes on eyes turned to stare off at the couch, biting at his bottom lip nervous as he fingers fiddled with one another.
"Well...I was wondering how...how he treated you." He finally stammered.
Cuddy studied him for a moment, before her eyes grew soft and she let out a light sigh as a small smile pulled at the corners of her lips. "Why?" She finally asked as she laid her pen down, folding her hands before her, letting Wilson know he had all her attention.
"I just...I wanted to know."
She sighed again, this time a little louder, like the mere thought of their old relationship was taking the very energy from her. "He was House, Wilson." She shook her head. "He was crude and an asshole..." Her eyes seemed to gaze off for a minute as her body relaxed just the slightest, letting go of her tension as she recalled a fond memory. "And sometimes...gentle." But she quickly shook her head in a disbelieving manner as she turned back to stare at Wilson. "Why?" She prodded again.
"I just wanted to know." Wilson came back with the same reply, shrugging his shoulders a little as the words came easier this time, but Cuddy still didn't seem satisfied with that answer.
"Why, Wilson..." There it was again, that small smile on the corner of her lips, the soft gaze she held, like she held pity for him. It made him uncomfortable.
He sighed. "I really just wanted to know." He shook his head.
Her eyes narrowed on him, but the soft tone never left them. Still her words held a sternness that told him he wasn't going to be leaving here without telling her the truth. "James..."
Wilson averted his gaze towards the wall, shuffling on his feet for a moment before sighing, turning and taking a seat in one of Cuddy's chairs.
"It's crazy, right?" Wilson finally turned to give her a pleading look, but Cuddy wasn't sure what he wanted her to say. Didn't know what "was crazy". "To love someone whose hurt you." Cuddy opened her mouth to respond, but Wilson didn't give her a chance. "But, it's crazier to think that someone who hurt you loves you...isn't it?"Wilson turned to look at Cuddy, whose mouth was still slightly agape.
"Wilson..." She finally found her words. "It's not...I mean, he's not..." She couldn't seem to find the right words to tell him. "He doesn't mean it." She finally muttered, and for a second Wilson's mind flashed to House laughing at him. House didn't like him. He didn't mean any of it. But Cuddy continued, cutting his thoughts to pieces before they could process any further. "He doesn't mean any of the things he says, or does, he just has a weird way of showing how he feels. I know for a fact that House never meant to hurt you, whatever he did, it wasn't meant that way. He says hurtful and stupid things, because he can't put words to the way he really feels, their feelings he can't commute. Things eh doesn't want other to know about, because their his weakness. So he acts like an ass. He's a five year old on the inside, he doesn't know what to do with himself."
"But House said-"
"House lied." Cuddy shook her head. "Everyone lies Wilson...even House."Cuddy watched as the words finally sank in and a small smile crossed the oncologists face.
"Yeah..." He muttered nodding his head. "I know."
Just like a lot of my storys short and sweet...well just short, sorry no real Hilson here, all just talky and thinky. T_T your disappointed right? I'm sorrys! Please tell me all your complaints in your reviews...