Disclaimer: Just playing with my House and Wilson dolls. I want to mash their faces together and make kissy noises.
A/N: Another look at "Down Low." I'm sure I saw slash after I knocked the TV off of its stand.
My take on 6x11, "Down Low." Hope you agree. ;D
"It didn't go well. Not well at all." Wilson whispers into the sheets and shadows. He lays on his side, head cushioned by a pillow, his arm curled underneath. The soothing 400 thread count Egyptian cotton cools the flush crawling up his cheeks as random thoughts coalesce into random phrases.
"He approved of my purchase of the loft. We talked about Cuddy and commitment. Naturally, I upped my game. Dropped a hint about… culottes, but Greg—um…House didn't bite…
"Nora, Ms. 3B, was onto me from the start, even before I slipped up and said, window treatments…
"I was sure House was playing me, trying to make me jealous. Was I wrong? Would he have followed through with his seduction if I hadn't scuttled it?"
His voice falters and wavers in the air like a flickering flame, almost blowing out, until another recollection fans the spark with enough emotion to fuel words.
"You should have seen the look on House's face as I announced to the whole restaurant I loved him. I didn't let his expression stop me. I continued, and hid my disappointment in Ms. 3B's wineglass when House responded to my proposal. He said, 'This is unexpected.'"
Wilson feels an ache in the back of his throat, but uproots the discomfort with a small cough.
"I haven't given up. Tried again this evening. Sang the finale from Chorus Line. Gre—House must know I'm interested in him. He must be interested in me too, right? All that stalking? Pointing out that I was dating him when I was going out with you.
"And what's with that Kool-Aid colored monstrosity with the cleft palate? Have I scared House off…?"
Wilson ends his one-way conversation by swiping his hand over his face, rotating to his other side, and fisting his pillow to create a cradle for his head. He sinks into sleep silently reciting a litany of his top ten worries.
Rustling murmurs simmer into silence from within Wilson's bedroom, signifying tonight's show is over. House leans away from the door and heads to his own room, using stealth and grace he never displays in front of his prey. With a sly smile, he vows to let Wilson catch him, eventually.
~fin~