OK. This idea was haunting me in my sleep last night, so I wrote this in about...three minutes. I will probably morph it into a fic (or at least a oneshot) after I get caught up on everything else I should be writing. That said, I apologize for the lack of chapter 2 for Chipped. It is being written! I've just had family stuff to do. I'm trying for...well, before the weekend.
"Be my best man."
"I can't do that, James."
"Why?"
"You know why."
And he did know why. It was in the way his wrists were painfully bruised where House had pinned him to the mattress only moments before. It was in the way he was pretty certain he wouldn't be able to sit the next day. Most of all, it was the way his best friend placed a tender kiss on his bare shoulder when Wilson's voice shook with tears as he whispered, "I love you," before leaving the apartment for what both knew would be the last time.
OK, as an afterthought, I'm adding this little blurb here. I received a review (feel free to check it out, the very first one I got) prompting me to explain why I see this kind of relationship (of lack thereof) happening. And it's not so much that I see it happening, it's just easier to make them miserable. sighsOK, surely I'm not the only who writes them as being…angsty? But, I think it's just that both of them know that nothing would work between them. And part of it, I think is that House has to be miserable. I know how horrible that sounds, but it's true. If he wasn't, he'd be someone totally…different. Anyway, this is just my take. Please feel free to tell me I'm insane, masochistic, whatever makes you feel better. But this is how I see it happening (think about it, if this relationship was worked into the show, do you really think they'd let House be happy?). I really don't mean to offend anyone, these are just my opinions. Thanks for listening…reading, and please let me know your thoughts.