Hey guys got this idea while I was out at a nightclub in Glasgow and Faith came on. I have to admit I squealed because House sang it to Wilson and then danced all round the lit up dance floor with my confused friends. :D
I don't own rights to the show wish wish wish I did!
Anyway hope you enjoy and hopefully I will see you in the next chapter!
You Gotta Have Faith Part one
Setting: Nightclub
Thirteen and Wilson are dancing to Faith
Well I guess it would be nice
If I could touch your body
I know not everybody
Has got a body like you
"I'm glad you agreed to come out with me tonight Wilson, it can't be good for you cooped up with House all the time."
Wilson pulls Thirteen close and then lifts her hand up so she can twirl.
But I've got to think twice
Before I give my heart away
And I know all the games you play
Because I play them too
"Well we've been in one another's pockets for twenty years. It might be exasperating, unpredictable, humiliating and downright mental at times but it's never dull. What can I say, it just works. We just work."
Oh but I
Need some time off from that emotion
Time to pick my heart up off the floor
And when that love comes down
Without devotion
Well it takes a strong man baby
But I'm showing you the door
'Cause I gotta have faith...
Thirteen is now dancing provocatively around Wilson. He can't see the knowing smile his words bring to her face. The silver disco ball suddenly causes bursts of light to engulf the room and the floors individual squares light up like a flashing Rubik's cube.
Baby
I know you're asking me to stay
Say please, please, please, don't go away
You say I'm giving you the blues
Maybe
You mean every word you say
Can't help but think of yesterday
And another who tied me down to lover boy rules
"You ever thought what life would be like without him?"
"I had a life without him for a while remember? It didn't work for me."
"Why?"
Wilson grabs Thirteen by the waist and she places her hands round his neck.
Before this river
Becomes an ocean
Before you throw my heart back on the floor
Oh baby I reconsider
My foolish notion
Well I need someone to hold me
But I'll wait for something more
"It's... complicated."
Yes I've gotta have faith...
"Let's change the subject, we talk about House enough already."
"I think I'll go get us some drinks, Jack Daniels?"
"Please"
"Be right back Wilson; don't be speaking to any other women while I'm gone but on the off chance you do give them my number."
Wilson laughs.
"You're out of luck Remy. There doesn't seem to be that many in here tonight."
Thirteen had seen him enter five minutes before from the corner of her eye. With his retro t-shirt, older than most of the people in the nightclub, his unshaven stubble and his flame cane, he's hard to miss in that room full of young primped fashion friendly men, even if he is trying to hide himself from view. She doesn't approach him right away but waits until she has paid for the two drinks. Then she strikes.
"Hello House"
"How did you know...?"
"That you were here and you had followed us, just a hunch!"
"Why'd you come here together, why are you both even out anywhere together? you are not normally as friendly as your suggestive dancing 10 minutes ago implied"
"You want the truth?"
"No I want the lie, of course I want the truth, remind me in the future to be more selective of what idiots I hire!"
"I knew you'd follow Wilson tonight because if he's not with you then he's with someone else and you'd need to know who that someone was and why he was meeting them. I knew that by picking a gay nightclub to meet him in, you'd be driven out of your mind working out the situation as you saw him come inside."
"The situation being?"
" Well I figured that once you got inside and you saw me, you would deduce that If it had been a real date we would have went somewhere more neutral and heterosexual friendly for Wilson's sake, so you would then assume that it's not a date, which would then make you concede that it must be simply a night out between friends. This would mean that you would work out the situation for yourself, realise it wasn't that much of a threat to you and leave without annoying us and ruining our night. However you're still here and there is of course a third option."
"Oh do share Thirteen!"
"That you'd think it was a night out for two people with similar interests, but no you'd never think that would you?"
House look to Wilson who is standing talking to a man and smiling.
" Well he's not necessarily proving that theory wrong right now is he"?
" Aww House I do believe you're jealous."
"Believe whatever you damn well want. This situation is no longer interesting. I'm leaving now."
"leaving?"
"Yes as in getting the hell out of deliverance country."
" Well before you go at least have a drink, here take Wilson's, by the looks of it that guy will be buying him one soon enough. I just hope he realises that you don't get anything for free these days".
House stares once more at Wilson and the mystery man. Thirteen tries desperately not to laugh. He snatches the jack Daniels from her hand and drinks it in one go. He motions with the empty glass towards Wilson.
"Has he actually realised this is a gay nightclub? I mean Look at him, is it not registering that he's not in Kansas anymore?"
"I'm assuming no, since we've been here for well over an hour and in that time he's failed to notice all the same sex couples kissing and the suggestive way that guy has got his hand on his shoulder."
House averts his gaze to Thirteen who looks smug.
"You didn't tell him what this place was did you? You bitch! You shouldn't do things like that to him, it's downright mean."
" Oh because you are so nurturing towards him! It's a night out and a new experience, I was going to tell him when I brought him his drink, I doubt he'd mind anyway."
"Oh trust me, he'll mind when this guy puts his hand on his ass."
"How do you really know that? Have you ever thought that maybe he'd like it?"
"I know Wilson and I also know what that look is on that guys face. It's Lust. We have less than five minutes to freak out time, so before that happens I better go and save him."
" Ohhhh but I thought you were leaving?"
"I am but I'll be taking Wilson with me. You can stay though, I don't care who drunkenly molests you."
House and Thirteen go towards them but as they do, the guy with Wilson leans his head forward and kisses him and Wilson waits a second before pushing him back. House freezes but Thirteen does not. She moves quickly to the two men, one confused the other horrified. She whispers something into the mystery man's ear. The man looks at House, nods, shrugs his shoulders at Wilson who says nothing and then the man starts to walk away. He stops at House.
"Look, I'm sorry I didn't know he was married, he didn't mention it and he's not wearing a ring. If I had known I would never have gone near your Husband, I don't condone cheating."
" My Husband does though, this is his fourth marriage. He never learns. Now get the hell outta here, you have no reason to still be standing there"
The man angrily shakes his head and walks away from them. They are now huddled together in a trio on the dance floor. Wilson finally speaks.
"What. Just. Happened. To. Me?"
No one speaks.
"Can someone please explain to me what has just occurred?"
"Well honey, you see you were cheating on me with that Dude, and we are married, not cool man."
"House what the hell are you going on ab... actually, where the hell did you come from? Thirteen!"
"What? I didn't do anything."
Wilson glares angrily at her and folds his arms like he is scolding a child.
"I maybe kinda forgot to tell you that this is a gay nightclub Wilson but I was about to when House showed up and distracted me. If he hadn't, that guy wouldn't have had the time to...em...to..."
"Stick his tongue down my significant other's throat?"
"Exactly! It's your Fault for spying on us House."
"Look I only followed you both here cause I suspected that my Husband was cheating on me, anyone would do the same in my position."
House looks at Wilson who is still slightly dazed. He raises his voice loudly and some people in the club glance round.
"I TRUSTED YOU! WE BOUGHT A HOUSE TOGETHER. I GAVE UP MY CAREER AS AN ESCORT AND PART TIME STRIPPER IN ORDER TO MAKE YOU HAPPY AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME JAMES WILSON HEAD OF ONCOLOGY AT PRINCETON-PLAINSBORO TEACHING HOSPITAL!"
Wilson puts his head in his hands and waits until House is finished. He then resumes the conversation.
"When did I become your Husband exactly? Because I think I would have remembered the wedding night"
"You must at least remember the proposal."
"Yes I do, you refused...remember?"
House glances at Thirteen who is looking far too bemused by the whole situation for his liking.
"I'm assuming Thirteen that you told that guy we were married in order to get rid of him?"
Thirteen nods. She decides alcohol might ease the situation.
"Wilson, you look like you could use a drink, I'll go get you one."
"Hey! What about the cheated on cripple?"
"As you look like you could permanently use a drink, I thought that was already a given Mrs Wilson. Now be a good little wifey and see to your husband while I'm at the bar."
House smirks at her words and focuses on her ass as she walks away from them. The volume of the music in the club begins to increase. More people take to the dance floor.
"Look Wilson while she's gone let's get outta here and go back to my place."
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU HOUSE WHAT!"
House leans in as close as he can to Wilson. He rests his hand on his friends shoulder as he is being banged about by the growing crowd and his cane is not able to give him the support he needs. Wilson is visibly startled by the intimacy of the situation they are in and its similarity to the situation he found himself in moments before. This time though it's more unnerving because it's his hand on his shoulder and his body pressed against him. It's his breath that's now caressing Wilson's neck as he speaks.
I said LETS...LETS GET OUT OF HERE AND... AHHH SCREW IT!
House, exasperated by the noise and how close he is having to get to Wilson, takes the Oncologist by the arm and guides him along the dance floor. His hand is accidentally knocked by someone and so it slips down until it is nearly in Wilsons. After a few minutes of stopping and starting they finally reach the Exit.
"House are you sure about this?"
"Of course I'm sure about this, you wanna stay here all night or do you wanna go home with me?"
Wilson places his hand on the back of his neck and looks downward. He shifts uncomfortably and his voice is strained when he finally speaks.
"I don't know...no...maybe...I'm not sure...I...I might go home with you but are you sure it's what you want?"
"Well you are my Husband Wilson."
House is aggravated by the situation his curiosity has gotten him into. He is looking around and growing impatient. He assumes Wilson is drunk. He wants them to leave and doesn't understand Wilson's reluctance.
"Look what's the problem here. Are you worried about leaving Thirteen bitter, alone and with Three drinks in her hand, cause I think it's only fair we prepare her for what her future is going to be."
Wilson is just staring at him blankly. He has gone chalk white like he has seen a ghost.
"Jeeeeese! If it means that much to you boy wonder, I'll go and get her and she can join us then."
Wilson's face turns quickly from white to bright pink. He begins to blush and his voice is high.
"She wouldn't agree to that! Would She?"
House eyes him suspiciously. He has a gut feeling they are having two separate conversations.
"Wilson what the hell are we talking about here?"
"We are talking about what you said in the club about how you want...?"
House grows impatient once more and rubs his leg as it has been really hurting him for the last hour. He stupidly left his vicodin at his place. The Jack Daniels dulled it a little but it was now wearing off. He cuts Wilson off mid sentence.
"What I said in the club was let's get out of here and go to my place, which is what I'm trying to do but you are not making it easy."
"That's not all you said!"
House raises his voice. He's becoming pissed off. He needs his vicodin.
"That's exactly what I said Wilson, why? What do you think I said?"
Wilson realises that his friend is in pain and he also realises he may have made a mistake in what he thought he heard House say. So he concedes defeat.
"Look just forget it and let's leave."
"Finally! Some sense"
They leave the club and hail a cab. Both are confused about the events of the night and how it has made them think and feel. As a result they sit in silence on the journey home. House suddenly smiles but Wilson doesn't notice. He realises he may have a new less boring puzzle to solve. Suddenly his leg isn't hurting him as much as it was a few minutes before...
Back in the club Thirteen searches for a few moments for the two unsuspecting Doctors she has set up. Not seeing them and taking that to mean they have left together, she now feels it is safe to find the mystery man and pay him accordingly for his services. She takes one last drink and heads for the door. Outside she phones Chase.
"I think I'll buy a really expensive pair of shoes with that $500 you give me."
"No way, it didn't work you are so lying."
"You'll see, it might take a while but you'll see and when I get my shoes I think I'll wear them to work every day, just to remind you of what a genius I am."
"If you've actually done what you said you would be able to do, I'll buy you two pairs of those shoes. You know why? Because I won't have to because you are full of it."
"Then you might as well make it three pairs of shoes."
"What the hell, make it 5, a pair for each working day."
"Chase you gotta have faith"
She clicked the phone off thus ending the conversation. She hadn't felt this pleased with herself or this good in a very long time.
THE END...FOR NOW. Please review and tell me what you think. I have an idea for the next chapter but will wait to see how the response it to this first. Thanks. Peace!