Title: Tell Me All Your Thoughts On God
Author: Mary Ann Summers
Rating: PG
Prompt: "If there is a God, wouldn't He be more pleased with honest disbelief and doubt than false or fear driven faith?"
Fandom and Pairing (if there is one): House, House/Wilson FS
Genre (fic, poem, art, etc): Fan Fiction
Spoilers: Unfaithful
Summary: House and Wilson talk about matters of faith.
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Two weeks after Rachel's Simhat Bat...or whatever it was called offically, House didn't remember nor cared to remember, the Priest was released from the hospital. He never made a big deal out of seeing his patients off, but he happened to be in the area at the right time to witness this one. To see that the patient he felt he had alot in common with on the subject of loss faith was wearing his collar and Crucifix. In one hand, he could see as the nurses wheeled him by, was clutched a black rosary.
Their eyes met for half a second and the Priest smiled ever so slightly, like he was the owner of a great secret once again. Inside of him, House felt the same sickening feeling that had come when Cuddy suddenly decided to get religious after becoming a mother. It was a double edged sword. On one side he hated them for being hypocrites, but on the other side he wondered if something inside of him was broke that he couldn't believe.
Later that day he pondered this great mystery, staring off into space as he juggled a pair of medicine balls in his right hand. He was so immersed in his thoughts that he didn't hear Wilson enter until he sat down in front of his desk.
"If there is a God," House began without even looking at his friend."Wouldn't He be more pleased with honest disbelief and doubt than false or fear driven faith?"
"And what about honest belief?" Wilson countered. "It seems like what happened to your Priest was a real experince of faith."
"So are you going to trade in the yamulke for a Crucifix?" House smirked slightly, realizing what corner Wilson had just painted himself into. "Since you think it was a real experince, then shouldn't you become Catholic?"
"Maybe God is different for all of us," He shrugged in return. "I remember being told in Hebrew school not everyone is meant to be Jewish. So maybe not everyone's meant to be Catholic either."
"I'm sure the Pope would agree," House scoffed and finally looked at his friend.
"Probably not." Wilson admitted. "But I think God is lot of things to alot of people."
"How new agey of you."
"Well....maybe we're just not meant to understand some things..." Wilson began.
"That's a favorite tagline for hypocrites." House interuppted him.
"I'm not a hypocrite." He shot back. "It's just...."
"Hypocrite."
"Are you going to let me saying anything?" Wilson snapped, starting to get frusterated.
"Do you have anything to say?" House raised an eyebrow. "Explain yourself without cliches."
"Well...I..." His hands were moving in a frusterated gesture as he struggled for words and House knew the argument was over.
"Hypocrite."
Wilson let out an exasperated sigh and crossed his arms across his chest, jaw tightening. "Well you know what I can explain? Hunger. And if you can stop being an ass, we could go get something to eat."
"I may be an ass," A devious smirk crossed House's face as he pulled himself up from the chair. The thrill of victory numbed his thoughts about matters of faith, at least for the time being. "But at least I'm not a hypocrite."
"HOUSE!"