Okay, so nobody bothered to tell me but apparently, last year the great state of New Jersey legalized civil unions between same sex couples. If that doesn't scream, House/Wilson wedding fic, I don't know what does. Obviously I don't own House; it's characters or anything else relating to the Fox network.
"Oh, well imagine, as
I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,
and I can't help but to
hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words:
"What
a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding!" says a
bridesmaid to a waiter," Panic! At the Disco.
We're inside of a gigantic church, and all of the pews are filled with people. It's my whole family, and every friend I've ever had, since I was five-years-old. There all here, other doctors from the hospital, and I'm fairly certain I spot a patient or two. Even House's parents are there for some reason.
It's a crazy big wedding, larger than my first three combined. I hear the organ start up and someone's playing "Here Comes the Bride." Then Cameron comes skipping down the isles, a basket of rose petals in her hand. I follow only a few steps behind, in a white tux and a veil. Then I'm in front of the church and the priest is calling for the rings.
Now it's Chase's turn. He's the ring barer. I watch as a pair of beautiful long-fingered hands reach out, slipping one of the rings onto my finger, without saying a word. Now it's my turn and I put the ring on the hand in front of me. As I do this, I can't help but notice how the person in front of me is also wearing a tux, a black one.
"…Congratulations…you may now kiss…" the speaker's voice fades in and out as the person in front of me steps forward. That's when I see the cane. He approaches me, suddenly coming into focus. It's House! I've actually gone and gotten myself married to House! Oh no. This can't be happening…
I wake up, bolting up right. My heart is racing in my chest. My throat has closed up and beads of sweat are dotting every inch of my body. I must have screamed too, because I woke him up. Don't get me wrong, I love the man, but marriage, us… That would be a worse combination than whiskey and Oxycodone.
"Do you have any idea what time it is, Jimmy?" House moans, slowly lifting himself up so we are facing each other. Then, despite the late hour, he switches the lights on. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah. I'm fine. It was just a bad dream. A really bad dream. I need to get some more sleep. Dear, God. It's 3:00 in the morning, and you're not turning the light off, are you? Okay. Fine. We can always sleep in tomorrow." I give in at last, both of us smiling, as House reaches his arm over and pulls me back down, between the sheets with him.
"I love you," he says between kisses. Then he laughs, adding, "even if you are a complete pain in the neck, and even if you do wake me up at 3:00 in the morning." And that's all he says for a while.