Title: Like Wilson (1/?)
Author: lbc
Pairing: Wilson and House, Wilson/OMC
Rating: slash; PG13
Disclaimer: I sure wish I owned these guys, but David Shore Does
Summary: Wilson is fed up and unhappy.
Note: Takes place after Whac-A-Mole and the third season episodes.
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James Wilson stood on the roof of Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. It was fairly warm, the sun was hidden by a few clouds, but that didn't matter because for a few minutes, the handsome doctor was in his sanctuary. Previously, the balcony outside of his office had been his refuge, but he needed to be away from the irascible, scruffy doctor who had been his friend for almost twenty years.
Friendship . . . Wilson shook his head as that word crossed his mind. Had Greg House ever really been his friend? What did James Wilson expect of a friend? He didn't have many, but surely the relationship that existed between House and himself, wouldn't be termed friendship . . . at least, not by any sane, rational person. Would a friend allow Tritter to make such a mess of Wilson's life. . . and all because that so-called was acting like a stubborn jackass?
The brown hair shook again. Better not go there; that way lies . . . what?
Wilson sighed: Foreman was gone; Chase - fired, and Cameron . . . and Cameron had quit, but she had gotten her revenge before she had left - - she had savored her revenge, not against Greg House who fascinated her . . . no, her revenge was for James Wilson.
Moments before she had left PPTH, she had stopped by to see the man who she had accused of betraying House to save his own skin, but this time she spoke words that cut to Wilson's core. The trouble was that James Wilson had spoken much the same thing to Cuddy around the same time. That didn't make the oncologist feel any better. To know that House . . . his best friend looked upon Wilson with such contempt that the words became possible and that he would say them to Cameron.
As Cameron described it, House needed vicodin badly, but he was being kept on a short leash after forging Wilson's name to a prescription. Tritter was hounding him, and House tried to get Cameron to write a prescription for him. She had refused; she had not given in; she had cared more about her career than House. House's words were forever etched in his mind as Cameron sneeringly repeated them to the stricken man, "WHAT'S THE MATTER? AFRAID YOU'LL END UP LIKE WILSON?"
Wilson had acknowledged that he had enabled House in his struggle with the drug, vicodin, but those words clearly revealed Greg House's contempt for the man who had always given in. He had met Greg House in Med School. They had weathered the early years, Wilson's first two marriages, and separation as the younger doctor had worked to promote his career while the legend of Greg House continued to build, but House's infarction had changed everything. Now, every day was a test of that friendship. Money for a bike, bail money, lying to cover up forgery, even a new cane thanks to Hector were all tests, and now James Wilson knew he had come to the end. The petulant, spiteful words of his supposed friend had awakened the younger man to the fallacy that House really cared.
How stupid could he be? When House apologized in the shop after calling Wilson a coward several times, Wilson had still fallen for it. Well . . . no more. Even the guitar was one more test. House took, but never gave back. It was time for James Wilson to go and fortunately, he had been given an opportunity thanks to another friend, Dave Stevens.
Heaving his shoulders, the white-coated doctor made his way down the stairs to confront Lisa Cuddy about his decision. Unfortunately, it was not Cuddy who Wilson met as he descended into the main part of the hospital - - it was Greg House, totally clueless to the impending storm that was soon to hit western central New Jersey.
The younger man turned around to walk on past the scruffy doctor, but was immediately hailed, "Hey Wilson, you want to do take-out tonight? Didn't see you at lunch so I'm kind of hungry. You still owe me for all the stuff that Hector ate."
Wilson turned slowly, staring at the man who used sarcasm as a weapon better than anyone. "No thanks, House. Too bad Hector wouldn't fall in line with your plans. I wonder why you even took him; was it one more way to get at me?"
House looked slightly taken aback, "Well, who bit your butt? I was just askin'."
Wilson, one last time, dropped his shoulders in resignation. It did no good to try to enlighten House. "Yeah, well. I got things to do." Heading towards Cuddy's office, Wilson could hear the deliberately embarrassing shout of House as he bellowed, "Watch yourself, Wilson. Checking Cuddy's bra with her in it could be considered sexual harassment."
Wilson said nothing as he headed towards the office at the end of the hall. Leaving Princeton was looking better and better.
End of part 1
