Title: Bless the Broken Road (songfic)

Author: Erik-In-CT

Author Notes: I found this old fic when going through some old paperwork. It was one of my first attempts at fanfiction, so please be kind. lol Inspired by the song "Bless the Broken Road" by Rascal Flatts. House/Wilson slash implied.

I set out on a narrow way many years ago, hoping I would find true love along the broken road. But I got lost a time or two, wiped my brow and kept pushing through.

Fingers floated on keys of ivory and ebony, gently wringing from them a soft tune. Two opposites working together to make something that was beautiful. The smallest hint of a smile graced thin lips as he transferred the meaphor to apply to them. He couldn't remember when exactly it had become "them", when he had started thinking of the two of them as one. He just had. Along with just about everyone else. One patient, caring, and sensitive. Th other brash, abrasive, and angry. But somehow they managed to combine and make things work out for the best.

I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you. Every long lost dream led me to where you are.

It had been James Wilson who struggled through the tough road of rehab with him...well, what rehab he had done at any rate. His best friend, instead of his lover who had hurt him. It was James Wilson who had offered him a helping hand (that was only grudgingly accepted...sometimes) when he would stumble and curse. That face that held an exasperated smile and warm, encouraging brown eyes when anger would win out over patience at his own inability to function.

Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars, pointing me on my way into your loving arms.

And now it was James Wilson that was currently laying sprawled across his bed in the other room, hair tousled, and snoring sofly in deep sleep. It had come as a surprise to both of them, that first night when the line was crossed between friendship and...something else. It shouldn't have been a surprise. Everything had led up to it happening. But appartently both of them had been blind to the signs. But even one as bitter as Gregory House could admit that there must be some good force working in the world to bring him the rock of stability that was James Wilson.

This much I know is true, that God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you.