Hey this is aussie's-next-top-model here; I am just going to say that this is my first fic so please NO FLAMES! But since this is my first fic, I wouldn't mind some constructive criticism. My friend taught me how so from here on it is all my own work, cause she has no idea what House is about. Well here goes, PLEASE NO FLAMES (Oh and Read and Review)
Dr. Wilson was at home drinking on his leather couch as he watched his angry wife storm upstairs. 'There was no way my life that I could find the perfect woman,' he thought to himself while he remembered all his previous marriages and how he cheated on nearly every single wife.
Feeling sorry for himself he reached for the second bottle of wine when his phone went off:
'Late emergency, meet
At office.'
From House
The startling yet relieving text message made him chuckle to himself, 'At least I've had better luck than House.'
"I've got a work emergency! I'll be back." Wilson yelled upstairs, but got no reply. He shook his head and grabbed his coat and tie, before he walked out the door; he had sudden thoughts of family and retirement. It scared him a little bit; No kid's, most likely not going to have a wife by then. He shrugged and went out the door into the dark night.
"What's the problem?" Wilson asked as he calmly walked into the office, he looked around and saw a devastated three doctor's sitting all scruffy and tired around the table. "Where's House?"
"No one know's." Forman sounded agitated and looked like he hadn't slept in days. "He just sent me a message, it sounded urgent."
"I got one too, what do you think it's about?" Cameron tried to look as if her anger was under control but her frequent sips of coffee and scraggly hair gave away her feeling of annoyance.
"What are you guy's doing here?" House waltzed in with a big grin and was very proud of his sarcastic comment.
"What is it you want?" Forman stood up from his seat in order look House in the eye.
"Calm down, I cracked the last case. Too bad I can't be bothered to explain it to you. But on a happier yet curious note, this legal document came in for Wilson. It's from Australia. The land of the hopping rabbits." House was interrupted.
"They're kangaroos." Said Chase.
"Whatever English boy, open it." House glared at Wilson, who stood staring at the parcel. He had a few memories of Australia, some of which were blurred by too much alcohol and partying. But he remembered one girl, her name was Jayne. She used live near Bondi, Sydney, another disastrous relationship that resulted in break up (not surprisingly).
"This can not be what I think it is." Wilson had thought's of something that would probably destroy his whole marriage (which wasn't that great anyway) and maybe wreck his retirement. Wilson ripped the seal and took a look at the letter, his eye's widened and he took a look around before running out of the room.
Wilson ran down the hall out of the hospital into the car park, his eyes started to fill with tears and anger.
"How could this happen!" He yelled to himself while he got into his car, his grip on the steering wheel was so hard it was almost as if it was making dents. Thought's raced through his mind 'How will I tell my wife? What if I have her for the rest of my life? What if she hates's me for leaving? He had so many questions and he was so angry at Jayne.
He ran into his home office and pulled out a small photo album, and inside was a picture of his little girl, Jordan Anne Wilson.
Well I hoped you liked it, my friend doesn't get it cause she doesn't watch House, but she said she liked it otherwise, well I will try to update as soon as possible, but I can't make any promises, well like I said up the top please review.
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