Hi all! The Writer's Block has disintigrated, releasing the floodwater of ideas from their dam inside my mind. See, check out that metaphor!
At any rate, this fic is inspired by a scene in episode 1X19 "Kids". It's a very good episode, btw.
-AmayaSora
DISCLAIMER: I don't own House, M.D. or any of its characters.
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Fatal Flaw
It was 10 AM, and Wilson was studiously avoiding House as only he knew how. It wasn't as if he didn't want to talk to the man, it was more that he'd rather talk to someone else first.
Someone who'd be able to tell him why he was internalizing this so much; why something so simple was bothering him more than the life-and-death struggle of his six-year-old patient.
Someone who'd also probably tell him to quit running from the issue and just confront it head on, because he didn't want to turn out like House, did he?
He was debating talking to Cuddy about it. After all, it definitely was better than nothing, he decided, and turned around in the direction of her office.
He had gotten so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice House leaving the Clinic until he quite literally bumped into him.
"Now Jimmy, I know I'm irresistible, but weren't you the one who insisted 'not at work'?"
Wilson sighed. "Sorry. I was just… thinking about something."
"What did I say about that?"
"Are you referring to 'don't think about morals' or that you're the only one allowed to pace while thinking? Or, rather, limp?"
"Both, actually," the diagnostician fell into step with Wilson, thus foiling his plan to escape the confrontation. "I know that look, that's your deep thoughts look. What's up?"
Wilson sighed, knowing there was no avoiding the issue now. "Well, remember when we had that talk about Dr. Gilmar?" At House's blank stare, he elaborated, "Fellowship applicant. Pointy shoe woman."
"Oh, that Dr. Gilmar."
"Yes. Anyway, I said that you always find some flaw to justify pushing people away, and-"
"I don't recall arguing that point. So what's your point?"
"Well, you've known me for how long now, twenty years? You can't expect me to believe that you haven't found a flaw in all that time."
"Believe me, there're plenty."
"So, are you planning on kicking me to the curb soon? I need to make sure I bring a pillow that day."
"I think I'll keep you around," said House as the two men entered the elevator.
"That's good… I guess. But I still have one question. What flaws do I have? Or, no, knowing you, that list would take all day to rattle off. What is my biggest flaw?"
House almost smiled. "Your biggest flaw is that you're fundamentally unflawed."
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