A/N: Guess what? I downloaded Taylor Swift's new album and found *three* songs I could twist and manipulate to be about House (all Hilson slash), so there will be an additional three chapters in this story. Yay! And by the way, true story, the only reason I decided to do this song was because I actually thought about writing a story about this scenario but never got around to it.
Oh, and you've got two choices: a happy ending or a realistic ending. If you want a realistic ending, read the whole thing, and if you want a happy ending then just ignore the final story section after the last chorus of the song.
Song Title: "Speak Now"
POV: House (slash)
Time: End of Season Seven
*I changed a couple of pronouns because I doubt House would ever refer to himself in seriousness as a girl.
Well, it was finally happening. Again.
Wilson was getting married. Again. To Sam. Again.
House thought it might be brain damage, but when he'd suggested an MRI to be on the safe side, his best friend had just glared at him.
Really, though, House would have stood grudgingly by and accepted it like he had with Bonnie and Julie. The fact that Wilson was marrying Sam meant that they definitely would break up again someday, though it might take a couple more years this time. He would have agreed to be Wilson's best man and stood beside him, on the opposite side from where he belonged, and let his friend sign his heart away to someone who didn't deserve it.
I am not the kinda guy who should be rudely barging in on a white-veil occasion
But you are not the kinda boy who should be marrying the wrong girl
I sneak in and see your friends and her snotty little family all dressed in pastel
And she is yelling at a bridesmaid
Somewhere back inside a room wearing a gown shaped like a pastry
But things were different now. Had House been in love with Wilson when he'd married Julie? Yes, though he hadn't admitted it to himself yet. Had he been in love with him when he'd married Bonnie? Well, probably not, but he'd still known it was a bad idea.
This is surely not what you thought it would be
I lose myself in a daydream where I stand and say
This time, though, House knew how he felt. And this time...well...he wasn't sure, but he hoped...after all the time they'd spent together over the past year...after all they'd been though...maybe Wilson felt the same way.
"Don't say yes run away now
I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door
Don't wait or say a single vow
You need to hear me out"
And they said "speak now"
And even if he didn't feel the same, seriously, Wilson was making the biggest mistake of his life. Why hadn't he learned by now that it couldn't possibly work? It hadn't worked with Sam the first time, what was different now? Wilson had matured? He was only five years older than he'd been when his marriage with Julie had ended—what had he possibly learned since then that he hadn't learned after the blowup of his first two marriages? Just that the only kind of person he could really fall truly in love with was someone like Amber, someone like House.
Good thing he was putting that knowledge to such good use.
Fond gestures are exchanged
And the organ starts to play a song that sounds like a death march
And I am hiding in the curtains
It seems that I was uninvited by your lovely bride-to-be
She floats down the aisle like a pageant queen
But I know you wish it was me
You wish it was me don't you?
The wedding was the same as always, except for the fact that Sam had talked Wilson into having it at a church since they "had it at a temple last time, so now it's my religion's turn," though Sam wasn't religious at all. But they all looked the same to House. The same people were there. Well, really, only half of them would be the same as those at Wilson's last wedding, but they all looked the same to House.
Don't say yes run away now
I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door
Don't wait or say a single vow
You need to hear me out
And they said "speak now"
House had been thinking seriously about what he wanted to do. Part of him thought it might be the line that finally pushed their friendship too far, the thing that finally broke it. The other part of him knew that he really just should have just done this years ago.
Don't say yes run away now
I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door
Don't wait or say a single vow
Your time is running out
And they said "speak now"
They would probably kick him out of the ceremony, kick him out of the church. Wilson would ask him to be quiet, but he wouldn't, and Sam might ask the preacher to call security on him. But he would go out kicking and screaming as long as it meant he was heard.
I hear the preacher say "speak now or forever hold your peace"
There's a silence there's my last chance
I stand up with shaky hands
All eyes on me
Horrified looks from everyone in the room
But I'm only looking at you
So when the moment came, when the room was silent enough to hear a pin drop and House could clearly hear his heart beating in his chest, he slowly raised his cane up into the air. And in a calm, not-too-loud voice, he said clearly, "I object."
"What!" Sam hissed, glaring at him as though he were the most vile creature she'd ever beheld. But he wasn't looking at her. Wilson had turned to him at his words, and House stared back into the eyes of his best friend. He repeated himself in the exact same tone he'd used the first time. "I object."
I am not the kinda guy who should be rudely barging in on a white-veil occasion
But you are not the kinda boy who should marrying the wrong girl
So don't say yes run away now
I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door
Don't wait or say a single vow
You need to hear me out
They said "speak now"
And Wilson...was that a smile?
No, seriously? Was Wilson smiling at him?
Yes. Wilson was smiling at him. And he chuckled. And he took a step forward, away from Sam and closer to House. And a warm hand closed on top of the one House was using to hold his cane.
"I have..." Wilson whispered, staring at his best friend, "...been waiting so many years to hear you say that."
And you say "let's run away now
I'll meet you when I'm out of my tux at the back door
Baby I didn't say my vows
So glad you were around
When they said 'speak now'"
"House."
House smiled. "Wilson," he murmured. Of course they were the only two in the room. Or the only two that mattered at least.
"House."
But all that shaking was really annoying. How was he supposed to make out with Wilson if someone was shaking him?
"House."
House opened his eyes. Cuddy was in bed next to him.
"House, you need to get up," she said, sounding exasperated. "You've got work today."
