A/N: Short drabble on Wilson, prompted by a House/Wilson conversation in the first series. Set around the second series.
If House's fatal flaw was misery, then his was love.
His heart was open, easily enamoured. He loved women with his whole heart, and that might not seem like a problem, apart from he often found his heart was big enough for more than one love.
People often asked whether he got married and divorced so many times because no woman could ever truly satisfy him; but he knew it was because he fell in love with most of the women he met. His heart had no morals, no boundaries- he had loved Stacy, once, even when she was House's, but he had never made a move (obviously) because his friendship with House was too important. He fell in love with Doctor Cameron, but kept it quiet. He had nurtured a secret passion for Doctor Cuddy ever since he began to work at Princeton-Plainsboro. A smile, a laugh, a short conversation, and he fell, as surely as Lucifer fell to the depths of hell. And he loved them still. There was no way out.
He cheated on his wives, his many wives; he loved them too much to keep it secret, and so he told them, and they promptly became his ex-wives. Then he married again. A vicious cycle.
Part of the reason he managed to stay around House when most people couldn't stand the misanthropic, egoistic Doctor, was because he loved him too. Not in the same way as his wives, of course, but in a brotherly way. And he had enough hope in him to believe, to hope against hope, that somewhere deep, deep (very) deep down House knew, and returned the feelings. Of course, it would just be his luck that House just kept him around to have someone to complain too.
His heart stretched to the patients- he had felt like a hypocrite when telling Cameron she had to tell patients the worst and not feel bad- he felt their pain as though he was a mirror, copying their feelings and sharing their pain. It got no easier, despite the many years of pain. His heart had chosen the wrong job. Cancer was never a romance, but nearly always a tragedy.
House had once said they were polar opposites- one that hated, one that loved. Two extremes, old friends. They could rule the world, he said.
He had laughed, of course, but had thought wistfully that if he could rule the world, someone would surely be able to cure the ache in his heart.
What was there to do but battle on, face life with an open heart (but open hearts are more susceptible to wounds)? House had hidden his heart, buried it deep in the dark, where no one could reach it. He could never do the same. Despite it being his flaw, his torture, he would never be able to shut himself off from love, like House so successfully managed to do. He would drown in the dark, in the cold, alone.
We could rule the world.
A/N: What I think Wilson is like. Just a short drabble. If you think I'm wrong, I'd love to hear what you think he's like. But no flames, please.
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