Title: Traditions
Warning: Unusual Sexual Situations are present in this story as well as slash. If these are your thing hit the back button now.
Pairings: H/W, H/W/OFC, H/W/C
Author's Notes: First of all this is my first House/Wilson story, I came to this fandom as a Huddy and stumbled upon a Hilson story by accident. I have since changed my mind, however decided to branch into it starting with what I know. This story spins off into an AU sometime during season 5, but keeps to bits and pieces of cannon after that.
Prologue (Wilson's POV)
I sit and I wait. I'm weighing my options of staring at the wall and thinking, or get myself into trouble with the people sitting next to me. It's my choice I know, it's just a tough decision to decide which has the better outcome. The shock value might be fun with all the other people sitting here staring blankly at the wall like me, but this is a new place so thinking wins. How did my life lead me to this hallway staring at this wall?
I would have laughed hysterically if someone had told me thirty years ago that sitting alone getting drunk in a bar while in New Orleans for a medical conference was the best course of action for me to find happiness. I would have followed my own hysterical laughter by making sure that the person was admitted to the psychiatric ward. However it also would have been true. Sometimes I look back at the night thirty years ago and I can only wonder. There I was, drinking and wallowing in my misery because my first wife had served me with the divorce papers that I clutched in my hands refusing to open. Across the bar from myself, barely two hundred yards away fate sat alone as well.
Thirty years later I am happy, all because I was drunk and pissed at the world, and especially that guy who kept playing that damn song over and over again, so angry that I eventually gave in to my anger and threw something at the mirror to shut the guy up.
I truly believe that fate intervened that night. Destiny chose for me to break that mirror, breaking that mirror is what started my friendship with House. My friendship with House is what eventually started our tradition, and our tradition eventually led me here to this hallway staring at this white wall with pictures dangling all over it. Endless waiting I swear, with nothing to do but sit and remember.
The first time it happened was an accident. It was not too long after Stacey left, and we were completely drunk, and I mean completely wasted. Actually looking back, it's kind of surprising that it happened at all. That must have been destiny doing it's thing again.