When Gregory House first met James Wilson, he neither knew what to make of his suddenly rising heartbeat nor the other man's mixed signals. And because of the fact that he is not too shy to take risks, he decided to go for it a few month into their really out of the norm friendship. But while, during their first and only kiss, the nephrologist instantly knew that he wanted more of this, the younger man had backed away. James Wilson had looked at him in bewilderment, brushed through his hair and frowned at him. Gregory, because he didn't exactly want to gamble with his first really profound friendship any further, dived into an excuse, a talk that the alcohol is to blame and he that he wasn't a homo anyway.
As years went by, Gregory House learned how to deal
with his still rising heartbeat whenever the oncologist was near. But the longing, the urge to feel the other man's skin beneath his own, never ever left. No male or female Hooker was able to change that, not even Stacy. And he never told.
About two years ago the craving for his best friend
became unbearable. And so the Physician took a nightly stroll down a road well known in princeton. Phragmatic as he is, this was the only thing he could think of to help himself. Gregory didn't know it at the time, but it was the road leading to his personal hell.
You might say Fortune must have still been awake that night, because he found what he hadn't even known he was looking for. Him. This young man, looking exactly like James had done the night they first met. He told the stranger not to say a single word and took him home. This night was a revelation. James Wilson did all the things he had fantasized and dreamed about to him that night. without a single word being exchanged.
the next morning there was a phone number on his bedside table. nothing else. no sign that his best friends look a like had been there last night, loving him in every sence of the word.
So he called. Regulary. Because it became the only way he was able to hold it together, to control his urge for the oncologist. and no one ever figured it out during all those years...
And now? Now he was trapped. In his personal hell. Because it doesn't matter how many nights he spent or will spend with this doppelganger, it will never be enough. It only suppresses his longing, his unanswered love. But by the time he realised that, it was already too late.
